Hermione stood before her, eyes locked on hers with ravenous hunger. Narcissa couldn't even focus on the claustrophobia ...my eyes can't leave her. It's like I'm mesmerized... watching and waiting for the serpent's strike. So much for her being a Gryffindor. Hermione's panting is quietly apparent but then again she's just used quite a few intense spells in short order. Honey-brown eyes blaze with anger, need, and pure unadulterated lust.