"I know I seem harsh on you dear." Hermione took a wash rag and cleaned some of the crumbs from Bellatrix’s face. "But do know I’m proud of you. You are ravishingly stubborn, I thought you’d hold out for a whole month before letting me see you orgasm, wanting to stay demure and play hard to get, but what was it hours maybe one single day before you showed me I was right, that you love me, love the way I treat you, want to be my submissive sweet thing." Hermoine planted that seed in Bellatrix’s mind as often as she could. It couldn’t be all the big bad Alpha, she was responding to it, her body was enjoying it, and fast.