It was easy to be drawn in and left breathless by such eyes. Bellatrix and Hermione had fallen still at the center of the battle as spells collided overhead, bits of the walls of the great hall were being blasted everywhere. Shouts, cries of agony, roars of adulation. All was smoke and dust, flashing lights, fire, and chaos. All Hermione and Bellatrix had known was each other, however. Bellatrix had moved a hand from Hermione's shoulder and cupped one of the younger witch's breasts letting out a primal growl as Hermione had been unable to stifle a soft groan. Bellatrix had been on her in a flash then, administering a hot, wet, harsh passionate kiss.