Harry gulped, and moved over Hermione. He sat down on the back of her thighs to keep her in place. He undid his trousers, pulling his dick out. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was hard watching Ron take her. He loomed over her, pressing his back onto her, his weight keeping her from moving too much. Hermione whipped her head back, connecting the back of her head to his chin. It hurt, and disoriented him a bit, but wasn’t enough to knock him off of her. He grabbed her wrists, and wrenched her arms behind her back, holding them in black with one hand. Hermione threw her head back again, trying to headbutt him once more, but he caught her this time, grabbing her hair at the root of her scalp, and tugging her head upward.