Bellatrix nodded, her hand coming to rest over Hermione's. The skin was cool, soothing as Hermione drew in a breath. But as quickly as Bellatrix had squeezed her hand, it was gone, and the woman returned to her bed, bidding her goodnight. Hermione felt the ache of its loss, wishing she dared to ask Bellatrix to stay for a while longer. The past few nights, Bellatrix had woken up with her and made tea before returning to bed. Hermione had become accustomed to the woman's presence, and to have her absence so quickly was...lonely.