Hermione stifled the mewl that threatened to bubble up from her throat when Bellatrix finally sat flush against her. Wet heat poured out from between her thighs, a slickness coating her and tingling where centre met the flushed skin beneath Hermione’s navel. Strong nails dug themselves into the meat and flesh of her shoulder as Bellatrix bent closer still, dark eyes impenetrable and lips twisted into a grimace of her own. 