"More," Bellatrix commanded her, pulling Hermione up until she was left to bite at the witch’s jaw. The little bit of magic between Hermione’s legs was rising, the length of it filling with a throbbing need that left Hermione panting -  open-mouthed, spittle rolling down her tongue and Bellatrix roughly kissing her  - as she ground down on Bellatrix’s thigh. A high pitched whine was extracted from her throat as Bellatrix laughed, dark and husky, filled with her own desire.