"Surely she, the great and powerful Bellatrix Black, bastion of pureblood superiority that she was couldn't in any shape or form desire to have a mudblood between her legs, could she?" Hermione could almost hear that thought swirling around Bellatrixs mind as she had pressed Hermione up against a wall drawing so close to the younger witch that Hermione had been able to feel her hot breath on her cheek.