Hermione's pure "Fuck Me" eyes were enough for Bellatrix to leave her at her complete mercy. The pure submission of her prey drove her deeper, ber fingers sliding into Hermione with ease. Bellatrix knew she couldn't give in to emotions in this moment and did everything she mentally could to stop her own emotions blurring into the task. She just watched as the younger witch threw her head back, moaned and ground against her motions, harder, until she convulsed in a moaning mess under her touch.