"There," Hermione said with a glint in her eyes. "Now I can sleep." Bellatrix growled and flopped her head onto the sofa cushion, mumbling something about teasing witches. Her false attitude disappeared completely when she felt Hermione’s body relax on top of hers. Her wife’s head was resting on her breasts, her cheek just having gone slack. Bellatrix smiled, taking in the sight of her little witch, her beloved wife, sleeping peacefully before joining her in the realm of dreams.