A Mudblood. Of course. If there was one thing Bellatrix Black had forgotten in this entire ordeal is that she had just had sex with what should be her sworn enemy. Someone she should never have even laid eyes on, with exception of target practice for torture techniques. Hermione had proven herself to the cause so far, and had been a loyal server to the Dark Lord. She had been willing to risk her old friends for the sake of the new world order and was ready to take the responsibility for it. In all this evil and power she had truly lost herself enough to forget her own morals. She waited for a moment before replying leaving Narcissa to heave in anger. When she had finally found the words she spoke them in a whisper. "she's different. She is. She's like..." She trailed off, not dating to admit to herself what she had committed herself to. "him, that's what it is isn't it?" Narcissa had managed to calm herself slightly.