Hermione had just been complemented by possibly the most powerful witch alive. She suppressed her joy in feeling like she had finally achieved something, but held a smile that she knew Bellatrix couldn't break with one of her snide comments. She stood for a minute and took in the power she felt from gaining some respect from a powerful being in the service of a dark cause. She liked it. In a twisted way she loved the praise, and for a brief moment she could understand why such praises drew the raven haired witch to such darkness and insanity. It was like an out of body experience but with a euphoric undertone.