She heard Bellatrix clear her throat from next to her and turned to face the woman, who had never quite looked this beautiful before. The blue and green lights that lit the sky like fireworks reflected off of her pale skin and dark eyes and she watched as the dark woman took in all the carnage and death in each breath she took, a smirk pasted on her face like the expression itself had been made for her. Her wild, curled mess of hair blowing in the wind and observing deeply into what her next meal of torture and death would be. "Yes Bellatrix?" Hermione asked. "try not to die" She simply asked as she turned her head away from the lights and into Hermione's eyes. A serious concern pasted on her face as she spoke. A grin still lingering, but the seriousness in her eyes spoke many more words then need be said.  The young witch nodded her head and smiled. "I shall do my best". She answered. The concern Bellatrix had shown surprised her.