Bellatrix stood fast, unphased. She watched the weakened girl rise from the ground, stabilizing herself. "You're lucky I was so gentle, Mudblood," she smirked. Hermione hadn't had a chance to pick up her wand, instead throwing her fist in Bellatrix's direction blindly. As she lunged towards her the sharp pain in her ribs returned, throwing her aim off. Bellatrix easily avoiding the attack. "Oh, feisty... I like it." The older woman winked sickeningly. "How about you show me more of that?" She approached the girl. Hermione was too busy trying to suppress her pain to notice Bellatrix's approach until it was far too late. Bellatrix had her hand around the young girls throat, her lips close to her ear. "I could offer you many things little muddy, more then you could dream of. You could be a god, not a worthless follower."She whispered, licking a slow trail up Hermione's cheek. She chuckled softly as she did so. 