Bellatrix didn’t expect it especially when Hermione pulled out and sank back inside her with an expert stroke. The climb was slower the second time. So strong, so insistent, she could only put her forehead to the pole and take it. A fire built to last instead of a flash bang. When she caught it, it blazed on and on and on, sweat pouring off of her, turning their bodies’ sticky-slick. All she could do was moan and whine her way through it, before collapsing at the end, half-dizzy. She’d never been so grateful for restraints. They could hold her while she floated away