Bellatrix chuckled quietly, her breath brushing against the girls heated skin. Slowly, she pressed her lips against the young witches. Without any hesitation, Hermione returned the kiss in a passionate force. Their lips remained together for what felt like an eternity in Hermione's mind. She felt like something in her body had been engulfed in flames and pure erotic heat took over her. She pulled the older witch closer and let her take control of everything about her. The kiss had evolved into a desperate grasp of reality, with both witches pulling at each others clothing and trying to free them of their fabric bindings. Within minutes Hermione had managed to acquire a completely torn shirt and was in no rush to fix the loose fabric.