She blushed at his words, feeling slightly embarrassed, though relieved that he liked the taste of her. It would certainly make things less awkward later on. She moaned wantonly, too caught up to feel as embarrassed as she might have otherwise.
She didn't flip on him immediately, it took a moment to process what she was seeing. That this amazing, sexy, funny guy was a wizard, a Death Eater was just too much for her. She pushed him off her, showing that though she was a small girl, she wasn't entirely weak.
"You're a fucking Death Eater, damn it!" she exclaimed as she pushed herself off the bed. She felt the tears in her eyes as she bent to pick up her dress from the floor. Her hand rested on the stiff wood of her wand, finding comfort knowing that she could-hopefully-leave at any moment.
"Of all the bleeding luck," she muttered as she ran a nervous hand through her hair. This wasn't a situation she'd ever thought she could find herself in. She'd gone to a Muggle club, for Merlin's sake. What was a Death Eater doing in a Muggle club?