Now Narcissa was beholden only to her, and the new law that Hermione was creating. Lucius torn apart -  and oh how she remembered his taste, finery suiting his meat so well that she’d been in heaven when she tore him asunder  - and Bellatrix none the wiser. Or at least she seemed to be lacking in suspicion. Hermione knew not to put anything past the older witch, her Mistress was a tricky one and given to leaps in logic that Hermione could never match.