"You still want to fuck me, girl? Hmm? Here? Now? on this battlefield, do you long for some pleasure right before the end?" Bellatrix spat before leaning down and extending her tongue to Hermione's cheek. She gave her a painstakingly slow lick before pulling back from a breathless Hermione and sitting upright straddling the Gryffindor again before cackling. It was not a normal jovial laugh but instead a cruel violent noise full of wickedness and ill-intent.