CH 54: No Name [15]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"We will," I said even as I put my hand towards her. "But first, we need to make sure we won't be overheard," I said. "Without a spell," I added a moment later when I saw her reaching for her wand. "Can you imagine just suspicious it will look if we use a silencing spell to hide our discussion. No, you need to be closer."

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"But how?" she asked.

"Simple, you need to be closer so that I can whisper at you without any chance of being overheard even if someone else decides to drop," I explained even as I shifted in my chair, trying to make myself comfortable for what was about to follow.

She sent a fleeting glance towards the door before speaking once more. "But, if I sit on the table they will…" she said, trailing into silence, but from the way her arms tightened around her chest even further, it was obvious that she was concerned about revealing her half-naked body to the thugs we were employing as Snatchers.

"You will not sit on the table," I corrected her, and much to her growing shock, I patted my legs, inviting her to my lap. "This way, I would be able to whisper into your ear without raising any suspicion." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. "Not to mention we'll look like we're doing it, which will prevent them from getting suspicious."

She opened her mouth, seeming intent on arguing, but stopped when I sent a warning glare towards her, cutting off her argument short. Our eyes stayed connected for a couple of seconds, giving me a glimpse of the tornado of emotions that was going inside her. Under my glare, her questions melted without being asked. I pushed my hand towards her.

A resigned expression was on her face as her fingers wrapped around mine, her other arm still clutching around her chest, holding her scrapped top against her breasts to hide them from my view. That was not to be borne, of course, so I sent another pointed look at her. "It would be hard to explain that if they walk in, don't you think?" I inquired.

She froze at my words, and for a moment, I had thought that I had pushed her too hard, but then her arm loosened, and the piece of cloth slid down, partially revealing her spectacular breasts. Her nipples were still hidden by her hand, hovering above her breast helplessly, but that just enhanced the eroticism of the scene.

Since she was still waiting to act, I decided to use the opportunity to further my preparation. I pushed my pants down, freeing my legs for further action. Then, I patted my naked leg, inviting her once more. She sent a reluctant glare towards the still-open door, acutely aware of the revealing view she would provide to any passerby, but that glance hadn't lasted for long. Apparently, servicing me under the table while one of the guards stood above us had gone quite a bit loosening her morals.

Bored with her indecision, I decided to solve it once and for all. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and before she could react in a way other than a panicked yelp, pulled her on my lap, trapping my shaft under her skirt, between our bodies. I wanted to hide it inside her, of course, but even with the everything that happened, I didn't think Hermione would be convinced for that. Not yet, at least, I convinced even as I sealed her lips with mine to suppress her reflexive cry.

"What was that," she spat out, angry for the sudden kiss, but she had the presence of the mind to keep her voice low.

"You looked like you were about to cry in panic, and I needed to make sure it wasn't heard," I whispered after I leaned through her bushy hair. She looked ready to argue, but I cut her off. "We can discuss it if you want, but more time we spend on that, the longer you need to stay in this position," I reminded her.

"All right," she said, admitting defeat softly.

"Let's move on the real topic then," I whispered once more, and started a detailed explanation about Voldemort's rule, the areas of operation, prison camps, and troop composition, even his suspicious absence, namely everything that would have been useful if she was a part of the normal resistance effort. But unfortunately, her task was to hunt the immortality baubles of Voldemort, making most of the information I was providing her useless while still proving my readiness to help her.

My hands were not idle while I was giving her those details, roaming over her skin, teasing the sensitive spots I had discovered during the prison cell encounter. And they were turning out to be quite useful especially in her already aroused but confused state. She had done to suppress her whimpers when I dragged my hand along her spine, trying best to ignore the effect of my breath on her ear, but it was in vain. Her body was begging for more…

With all that was going on, I wasn't exactly surprised when her hips started rocking without my input. I had learned that tendency of hers the last time as well. It was barely noticeable at first, but with each repeat, it started to become more apparent. "Slow your hips down, honey," I whispered, cutting down my explanation about the most prominent Death Eaters and their roles.

"What," she gasped in shock, her hips freezing in place, making me suspect that she hadn't noticed that she was doing it in the first place.

I ignored her shock, and continued with my explanation. "Not that I don't respect your dedication to your role, but when you move like that, it's riding up your already short skirt up even further." I pulled back, examining her expression, which seemed to confuse her further as she tried to process why I was making it an issue of it, considering the situation I forced her in. I smirked, and continued my explanation. "Whenever your skirt slides away, it reveals your panties, and it's suspicious for you to still wear panties when we are supposed to look like we're doing to deed."