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Some people try to get her attention, to start a conversation with her, but Hermione ignores them out of hand. The people around her move aside, giving her enough space to walk freely, so when she gets to Bellatrix, she finds that she has interrupted their conversation and that everyone is looking at her nervously.
She can recognize some faces, so she understands the reason for the expression on their faces, but she ignores them. Her eyes are riveted on Bellatrix, who (she has just discovered) is much more beautiful up close.
And her scent... oh, good Merlin. Her scent of roses takes over her nostrils and makes her feel like she's in paradise.
“Miss Black?” she asks kindly.
She blinks. She seems surprised that she is addressing her directly, but instantly regains her composure and extends a hand that Hermione takes and kisses gently, because it seems to be made of porcelain.
“It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Black.”
Bellatrix's cheeks flush red and Hermione feels her stomach flutter. She doesn't want to get excited or misinterpret the signs, but it seems she has finally met her soul mate.
“The pleasure is mine, Miss Granger,” the girl replies with a smile.
The rest of the world seems to have vanished around them, disappearing as they realize that they are left over in that place and giving both women the privacy they need. However, Hermione has the feeling that Harry, Ron and Ginny have not stopped looking at her at any moment and (of this she is sure) they are having a lot of fun.
“Should we find a more appropriate place to talk?”