Hermione allowed herself a minute to calm her rapidly beating pulse, and tried to eradicate the warm sensation Rodolphus' touch had elicited in her body.

She failed miserably.

Her body felt hot all over, and she was sure that her face was still flushed. She paced back a forth for a few moments, until she felt calm enough to dress herself. Quickly gathering the clothes she had pulled out of the trunks earlier, she dashed to the bathroom, not wanting to be caught naked if Rodolphus decided to enter the room again. Pulling off the Death Eater's robe Hermione tossed it on the counter, then proceeded to dress herself in the borrowed clothes.

Hermione had hesitantly decided to take undergarments from Romilda Vane's trunk, realizing that if she didn't she'd be facing down Rodolphus Lestrange braless, a situation that should be avoided at all costs, though he surely would have enjoyed it. Hermione could vividly imagine the slow, easy smirk that would spread across Rodolphus' face, as his eyes, clouded with lust, would rake over her vulnerable form. Of course, Hermione recalled, he had already seen her at her most vulnerable.

Hermione felt a twinge of anger at the memory. Now that she had time to think, it occurred to her that though she enjoyed the physical intimacies brought by Lestrange, and she was undoubtedly attracted to him, his disregard for her wishes and his forceful, dominating tendencies infuriated Hermione.

She was not his plaything.

Spurred on by these thoughts, Hermione buttoned Parvati's skinny jeans, the final act to her dressing, and turned to face the mirror. Dark circles framed the underside of her eyes, betraying her fatigue, but otherwise she was holding up pretty well. Her hair was still slightly damp, but slowly drying into its natural waves and curls. Hermione frowned, she could cast a simple drying spell if she still had her wand, but she didn't, thanks to Lestrange.

Sighing in complete irritation at her situation, Hermione gathered her clothes and the cloak and walked back into the dormitory. She deposited her clothes into Parvati's trunk and turned to the door, having no choice but to face Lestrange.

Pacing outside the door, Rodolphus desperately tried to cool his heated blood as he waited for Hermione to emerge. He attempted not to think about what she was doing at that very moment, namely, dressing.

He failed miserably.

Images of Hermione, kneeling on the bed without a stitch of clothing, and completely at his mercy haunted him. His cock twitched at the memory.

Bloody hell, it was taking all his self control not to storm into the room at that very second, pin the little minx to the bed, and ravish her ceaselessly until someone came in a stopped him. Rodolphus stopped pacing and took several deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm himself. Why the bloody hell did this girl have such an effect on him?

He needed a cold shower. No, bugger that, he needed to take a plunge in the Arctic Ocean.

Shaking his head at his predicament, Rodolphus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He needed to pretend to be calm at the very least, otherwise he might terrify the Gryffindor princess with the intensity of his desire. Resolving not to lose control again, Rodolphus reminded himself of his mission, deliver Granger to Snape. Then she would be out of his reach, and he wouldn't have to worry about seeing her tempting little form around anymore.

A minute later, Hermione stepped out of the dormitory, and faced Rodolphus expectantly.

"Well, lead on!", she said bossily.

Rodolphus examined her face curiously, there was no hint of the impassioned, and blushing goddess that he had kissed senseless a few minutes before. She truly had gained her composure it seemed. Rodolphus felt a flash of disappointment when he realized this, he had been hoping that his effect on her would be longer lasting and far more disconcerting. He wanted her to feel weak in the knees, though he realized that delivering her to Snape would be less difficult of a task if she was in full possession of her senses.

But he couldn't help giving her a wolfish grin, as he said "As you wish."

He swept down the stairs, Hermione following close behind. When they reached the Gryffindor Common Room, they were greeted by an unwelcome sight, at least, unwelcome in Rodolphus' eyes. Rabastan lounged comfortably in one of the plush red chairs that were placed next to the fireplace. A wide grin split his face when he saw Hermione and Rodolphus.

"Hello!" he greeted amicably. He sprang up from the chair, and hurried over to the pair, his eyes fixed on Hermione.

"Ms. Granger, a pleasure to meet you." He bowed to her, and took one of her hands gently kissing the back of it. Rodolphus shot his brother a dark look at this, but Rabastan didn't notice, instead focusing his attention on Hermione.

Hermione retracted her hand quickly, "And you must be Rabastan Lestrange."

Rabastan grinned, "I suppose you saw the family resemblance." He said looking at Rodolphus.

The Lestrange brothers did, in fact, look very much alike. They had the same dark hair and green eyes, and both were exceedingly handsome, though personally Hermione found Rodolphus' rakish looks preferable to Rabastan's boyish charm.

Hermione cleared her throat, "Actually, I saw you before. In the bathroom."

Rabastan smirked, "Ah yes, that was a most unfortunate incident."

Rodolphus glowered at his brother, not for the first time wishing to knock his head clean off of his shoulders.

Rabastan averted his eyes from Rodolphus' menacing gaze, "Anyway, I took the liberty of bringing some refreshment for you, Ms. Granger. I figured you might need it." He gestured to a nearby coffee table, where trays laden with food and a tea set had been laid out. Hermione's stomach growled at the sight.

Rabastan smiled at the sound, and Hermione, not wanting to seem too eager, gave a slight polite smile in return. Rodolphus, however, kept a scowl etched on his face.

"Very well, we'll eat." Hermione said, "But I want an explanation as well." She looked at both Rodolphus and Rabastan as she said this.

Rabastan gave another smile, "That's agreeable to me."

Rodolphus sighed, it was going to be a long night.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm very sorry for taking so long to update. If you're still reading this story, thank you so much. Your reviews and responses to this story are so encouraging (even if it doesn't seem like it with my slow updating, I really do appreciate it!). Next chapter, we'll get to hear the Lestrange brothers explain themselves!