Bellatrix always delighted in a bit of struggle when it came to pinning people down. There was something to be said by the flush of victory, euphoria speeding through her like adrenaline when her victim finally gave in, finally understanding and accepting the fact that there was nothing they could say or do to stop her. The Death Eater cackled again, shoving her wand a little harder against the brunette as she raked her nails down the other's back once more, this time applying pressure to each of her nails, one by one which left uneven tracks parallel to each other.<br/><br/>But the raven-haired witch was beginning to feel a little frustrated. Being in a position that exuded power, especially over one of Potter's very dearest friends sent her desires in overdrive. Especially once she got over the fact that Granger was a<i>mud-blood</i>, she could not deny the fact that she had a brilliant witch currently pinned between her thighs with her smooth skin shining with scratch marks. Bellatrix had half a mind to place a charm on them so that the scars may never fade, that the young witch would be reminded of her humiliation every time... but perhaps that was a thought saved for another time.<br/><br/>"Ickle mud-blood.~" Bellatrix sang, surprisingly in tune for a witch who had spent most of her life cackling maniacally and the other half of it shrieking in Azkaban. She lowered her head, her tangle of black hair curtaining the sight from non-existent eyes, her painted lips latching onto the mud-blood's shoulder, leaving a bright-red lipstick stain as she dragged her teeth down the fragile skin. A small snicker rose up, bubbling between her mouth. "Looks good on you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>