"Well I hate to break this sweet little crush confession but I am required to be torturing some putrid excuses of wizards in a few moments. Who knows, Muddy... You might just have your chance to shine... Soon enough". Bellatrix was now so close to Hermione's face that her breath was physically fluctuating. Bellatrix reached a hand to Hermione's throat and gripped at it. Hermione gasped and leant her head back slightly. A light burn pushing into Hermione's throat, followed by a slight trickle of blood from long nails puncturing skin."Don't dare to assume anything about me, or you can forget ever making it to see tomorrow." Her eyes widened and tried to meet with Hermione's but the younger witches eyes were telling a different story. A story of both trembling fear, and impending arousal.