When Hermione had first found herself pulled along to be at the beck and call of Bellatrix Black, she hadn’t quite been sure what would happen to her. At the time of her capture, she had wanted nothing more than a hot meal, a warm bed, and maybe some moments spent within the company of another as she drowned and basked beneath the magic rolling from Bellatrix’s shoulders. Her isolation had led her to impudence, loneliness, it had sparked a craving in her heart that being captured by the enemy couldn’t shake. 