"Oh I don’t. I did hate you, I thought you were just another weak mudblood. I underestimated you, look how well you’re holding up. I’ve seen pure-bloods sooner their dinner. Should have seen the Longbottoms, pathetic." Bellatrix insults her but compliments her. Bellatrix hurts her but comforts her. A slick feeling of disgust wedges itself near her heart when she feels soothed by her torturers words. Bellatrix must see her reaction because her smile is more twisted and victorious than it has been yet. She keeps running her hands through Hermione’s hair and she wants to scream. She wants to scream because she doesn’t want Bellatrix to stop. The disgust grows with every beat of her heart. "Truth or dare?"