Hermione's defiance was only met with a thunderous scowl as Bellatrix's smile evaporated. The wand shoved against the younger witch's neck pressed against the soft flesh harder, almost as if she could crush the mud-blood's windpipe in that fashion. Of course, if she really wanted to, she could have done so easily. Instead of feeling anger, Bellatrix thought, she found the entire situation amusing. This was<i>exactly</i>the kind of game she was looking for. The brunette looked at her with such hatred and whilst the raven-haired witch knew that she despised their kind just as much, her wicked smile returned.<br/><br/>Torture would have been a blessing and Bellatrix didn't feel like being nice.<br/><br/>Her thoughts surged forth, slow as a molten flow and just as heated as she flicked her wand, using her skills at nonverbal spells to twirl the girl around and shove her straight to the stone-cold floor. Bellatrix was upon the brunette before she could have time to react, sitting on her captive's back with her free hand pressed against the back of Hermione's head to keep it down. "I don't normally lower myself down in this manner," Bellatrix commented lightly, almost as if she expected the muggle-born witch to agree with her. Her wand traced against the other's robes slowly as she used a Severing Charm to shred away the clothes on Hermione's back. Every inch revealed more and more bare skin to the Death Eather's gleeful eyes as she chuckled nastily. "Don't move; wouldn't want to cut anything<i>important</i>."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>