The young witch clambered onto the bed and took up Bellatrixs little sliver blade that she only now noted had been tightly grasped in the woman's other hand. Hermione let out a small growl and took to cutting Bellatrixs fine black robes off her. When the witch was bared to her Hermione admired her form running the edge of the knife from Bellatrixs throat all the way down her pale belly to the large dark bush of messy hair between her legs that wasn't dissimilar to how Hermione kept her hair down below.