Hermione stared at him with and open mouth and opened mind, unable to keep herself stuck to the role she had been assigned. His red eyes were narrowed, head tilted, a hand shoving forward through her mind to stick and muck about the middle of her thoughts, another in the long line of pains that she found herself inundated with. There was no hope of saving her memories, no hope of hiding it all away; she knew of Occlumency and had been working on practicing the skill but this was no mere feint by an untrained Legillimens, and thus she had no hope of stopping it. Certainly she wouldn’t be successful at this, not untested and untrained as she was.