Neither one of them had much time to spare if they wanted their dalliance to remain a secret, and while Hermione was perfectly willing to walk these halls unburdened by worries over gossip, Bellatrix was not. Sharp teeth that gleamed amid the darkness were nipping up along the edges of her lips, the soft breath panting out a sweetened mix of mint and spice that mingled well with peeking tongues that combated one another for control.