When they both had a turn with her, she rasped out Snitch, falling to her knees as her legs gave out. Ron moved to help her up, but she slapped his hand away. He pulled back, face pained and distraught. She didn’t mean it. This is what she asked of them, but there was still the shame, the weakness she felt. They’d once again pinned her down and took her as they pleased. Her friends. She stood no chance against death eaters how she was now. Sniffling, she pulled her pants back up, and ran back to camp. Ron stared at the dirt miserably for a few minutes, before Harry roused him to walk back to the tent.