"Puppy don’t try to talk it just makes you seem foolish, not to mention-" Hermione rolled out of bed and kissed at Bellatrix’s bottom lip that had a line of drool dripping from it. "You just end up making quite the mess." It had been nearly a week since Hermione had brought her mate home, while there was still resistance, shame, the kind of disbelief only a nobel woman could maintain this long, in her eyes, it was dining slightly. Now there was desperation in Bellatrix’s face, fear of what Hermione would do if she did not get her way, mixed in with need, hunger, she could not hold out forever, and all Hermione had was time.