This odd enchanted fire radiated a great heat that allowed this room to be a great deal warmer than the main chamber and ensured that Bellatrix wouldn't freeze to death while down here. Hermione looked down at her grand prize, her mouth went a little dry and her heartbeat quickened was she truly going to be able to take this final step? To take her pleasure from this twisted witch as she had threatened to do to her not that long ago. Hermione continues to drink in Bellatrixs form, she had a fine body and Hermione ached to touch it, to caress and stroke and play with it.