When Hermione awoke there was a haze of smoke blanketing herself and the bodies scattered around her. Bellatrix was drawing pictures into her skin with sharpened nails and Andromeda was mouthing at a purple bruise along the inside of her thigh. Narcissa seemed to have disappeared, at least she had until Hermione realized she was laying on her back with head propped up into the softness of skin. Warm thighs buttressed either side of the back of her head as strong hands worked their way through her mass of tangles and curls.