On a normal day those tears would send Bellatrix in a sadistic psychosis. Not today, she had too much on the line. "my sister doesn't care for who I bed. She only cares that I continue to bed her to". Some honestly, mixed with a lie. A clever Black family trait. Hermione nodded. "well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurt". Hermione admitted. Truly she was hurt. She was starting to feel some admiration and respect for this woman, and disregarding everything else she really hadn't forgotten about that one night. Regardless of the older witches punishing intentions.