A/N: Here's drabble 3:
Bite: 127 words
Bellatrix gripped Hermione's arm, steadying it aggressively, before thrusting her head downward and taking a bite. Hermione screamed. Pain was something that Hermione did not like nor was it something she was used to. It was terrifying and… well… painful.
But she couldn't stop it. She didn't have her wand. No strength. Even if she had either, she wouldn't be able to do anything. Bellatrix was a strong girl who Hermione would no doubt lose to in a fight.
Not being able to do anything frustrated her more than being in pain.
Through her cries, she could hear Ron screaming her name.
That one word gave her the slightest sliver of hope.
And maybe that was all she needed amidst the vast ocean of pain and darkness.