Inell's Fanfiction Archive

Hermione wasn't quite sure how it had happened. She'd arranged a meeting to give information she'd discovered about a high ranking Ministry official involving bribes and a summer home in Switzerland. She knew it was pointless to go to the Ministry and had learned long ago about the true power of The Press. In the years since the War, she'd given several bits of information to her former nemesis. An auror had been arrested for setting up a Pureblood to take the fall for a murder he'd committed. The head of the Department of Magical Affairs was fired when it was learned he was exchanging sexual favors for employment. A player for the Tornados was imprisoned when it was learned he had drugged and raped a witch at a party. Rita never asked her where she got her information and Hermione never volunteered her various sources. It was a perfect arrangement. Or so Hermione had thought. Tonight, it had somehow gotten better. She'd meant to hand over an envelope with proof of the Ministry official's financial dealings and then leave. She was still confused how she had ended up standing against the wall of the ladie's loo with her skirt above her waist. As she looked down at Rita's face and watched the older woman, not at all attractive or her usual type of lover, she realized she didn't quite care. Rita was not only good with a quill, Hermione discovered as the woman licked and sucked, nibbled and stroked. She was pretty damn good with her tongue, too.