"Good girl." She can’t help the pleasurable thrum, the knowledge that she both did good and won’t get hurt. "You know, muggles think they invented it. Like they could make anything worthwhile. We made it. Even more accurately, yours did." She caresses Hermione’s face and it makes her flinch uncomfortably. Bellatrix is being uncharacteristically kind and it unnerves Hermione. "The gryffindors thought they should have a game, a game to test bravery. They were the ones who first thought of it but all the houses liked the idea. The ravenclaws liked the battle of wills, the hufflepuffs liked the group bonding, and the slytherins catalogued all the information given to them. It’s a wizarding game that the muggles watered down into a bastardized drunken mess. So pet, truth or dare?"