"Not like that," Hermione said, sliding a hand down Bellatrix’s cheek. The older witch turned back as Hermione leaned forwards, catching her in a searing kiss. "I love you, Bella," she said. Bellatrix felt her body relax, sliding into the warm embrace of her wife. They walked slowly through the manor to their room, basking in the other’s presence. With Dumbledore’s death there had been an increase in missions as the Death Eaters secured warehouses and suppliers. Between that and Hermione’s maneuverings to make Lucius’ position as head fundraiser redundant, they hadn’t spent much time together outside of meals and bed for the past month.