Hermione winced and groaned, clenching her hands into fists as Bellatrix slowly raked her nails down her back, leaving those stinging red streaks along her skin. She bit her lips between her teeth to keep from making noise, to keep from giving the older, wilder witch the satisfaction of hearing her. Those thighs squeezed around her sides, keeping her from squirming quite so much. She steeled herself for more, trying to endure it without letting Bellatrix know how much it hurt, how humiliating it was to be lying there, topless, with another woman making those marks all down her back. From Bellatrix's slow pace, Hermione thought that Bellatrix may have been trying to simply draw out her torture, but there was something else there too...<br/><br/>And that's when Hermione felt a pair of scarlet lips on her shoulder, and her eyes shot open wide. Teeth sunk gently into her skin below the kiss, and the lipstick on her shoulder almost stung more than the scratch marks down her back. She had never figured a creature like Bellatrix Lestrange would have a sensual side, but she was starting to display it, and Hermione realized that she wasn't trying to<i>torture</i>her, she was trying to<i>humiliate</i>her! She hissed and rolled her shoulder in a futile little attempt to keep Bellatrix's mouth away from any part of her skin. Even if Bellatrix delighted in everything from skin marking to using the Cruciatus the way most people used a summoning charm, she had never heard of a torture like this from her. Silently, she begged for it to stop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>