Hermione so seldom found a chance to wrest control from the uptight witch and rule their interactions. Now, with summer rapidly approaching them with no chance of stopping it, she sought to leave her mark emblazoned on perfect Witch. It was a mark of shaded lipstick against too pale skin, it was a mark of teeth embossed along the crook of Bellatrix’s neck, it was a mark much more like a sheen where her tongue had painted too warm skin that was flush and bright amid the half-light.