She hated herself for her carelessness. No wonder she used to believe so fervently that emotions were weaknesses. With all of her concern placed on what happened to Lizzie, she hadn't taken the time to reserve any for herself. Her attacker held her down on the ground with his body. Temporarily stunned by the surprise, she almost dropped her wand. Everything happened in a matter of moments. He punched her forearm with a closed fist and all of his strength. Hermione cried out as she could feel and hear her bone break. The sheer pain forced her to lose her grip on her only weapon. It was only a matter of few seconds before she was completely subdued. Her limited physical strength, especially when she was attacked off-guard, simply couldn't compete with the wizard. Her ankles were bound with conjured rope and despite the agonizing pain in her clearly broken arm, she screamed when her attacker bound her arms together in a tight knot.