By now, they had met up in their log cabin at Grizzly Hills and it didn’t take long before Bella’s character emoted picking up Hermione’s character to throw her on top of a table. Hermione closed her eyes and let her imagination do its thing as well as her fingers. Her breath caught in her throat as Bellatrix described ever more delicious things in pink whispers while she fought for the concentration to give coherent replies with one hand. 