"Filthy storyskipper. Bad, bad girl..." the whisper was immediately followed with a flick of a tongue around her earlobe. Hermione swallowed hard, her body feeling as if she had just received an electric shock. After almost ten years of being together, Bellatrix could still melt her into a puddle. Her legs felt like wet noodles, especially since that cheeky hand had now indeed slipped down the front of her pyjama bottoms.