The younger witch stilled and pulled her all the way back, pressed her flat onto the floor before hitching a leg over Bellatrix’s body. She leaned in until Bellatrix had nearly suffocated, her tongue buried in Hermione’s slit, body ravaged from below by her Lord’s swift fingers. She gasped and winced as Harri finally entered her, pushing until she’d been filled, moaning. The action left her vibrating, left Hermione grinding. Her legs curled, quivered, breasts burning under Harri’s torturous ministrations. 