"Yes, remind me ... how do we do this, Ron?" Hermione fumed, forcing him further steps back with her pulsing brain, which seemed to be relishing this rare chance to fight for her. "How do you rape me? You did it so many times ... but with that tiny dick of yours, I barely felt it ... thought maybe I'd slipped a hummingbird-feather quill up there or something ... it was easy to forget ..."