The fingers that were so steadily working her drew slower and slower until they stopped. They both watched as Hermione pulled her hand free of Bellatrix body. A long sticky string of her arousal followed. Long enough that Hermione groaned obviously impressed, as it stretched the length of her torso. It snapped, slapping against her breast. Those soaked fingers hovered in front of her lips. Slowly, Bellatrix let her mouth fall open until Hermione rested her fingers on her tongue. She sucked them clean and Hermione wiped her hand dry on her breast.