"Aw, babe," Hermione said with a pout, then a genuine smile. "I love your enthusiasm for so very many things. And watching your smile when I climbed onto your broom was worth the whole thing. Even if you keep mocking me with the memory. And no," she added with a glare. "That wasn’t permission to do it again." Bellatrix laughed and Hermione giggled under her, snuggling up close. Bellatrix felt her little witch sigh contentedly under her. She looked and saw Hermione’s eyes closed, her face resting, relaxed. She was beautiful when she was stressed, angry, in combat, or exhausted, but her wife was truly gorgeous when she was at peace. Bellatrix pressed a kiss to Hermione’s forehead. Her wife, her