"No! NO! Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!" Hermione yelled as she continued to struggle. Harry and Ron dropped to the ground, Harry going to her head and pinning her bound wrists above it, and Ron settling between her legs. His hands went to the waist of her pants, and he roughly undid the button, and unzipped them. He dragged them down her squirming legs. He managed to get them off, dragging her shoes off with them. He went to his own waist band, and pushed his pants down just over his hips. That’s when she saw it. His dick. She shouldn’t be surprised at his size, given how big the redhead was. He was already half hard, not at all helped by her constant squirming and rubbing up against him. She began to struggle with renewed fever, trying to hold her legs closed while trying to free herself from their grasp . Harry continued to hold her arms above her head, watching as Ron grabbed her knees, and slowly pried Hermione’s legs open. He wondered why she didn’t just say Snitch. They had her. But Hermione couldn’t just give up, not like this. If she did, she knew she wouldn’t survive the war. She had to keep fighting.