She was about to head back in to rest before she was sturred from her thoughts, feeling a hand gently resting on her shoulder. She turned thinking one of the boys must have come out to heat up by the fire. Instead her eyes made contact with a dark laced sleeve and raven curls. Hermione jumped to her feet, drawing her wand with haste. "W-what are you doing here?" She whispered. There was no aggression in her voice. She had been shocked that the thought of Bellatrix Lestrange had seemingly brought the witch herself. 