The next degrading step in her treatment, was telegraphed by her sudden nudity, her continued immobilisation robbing her of any attempts to preserve her modesty. One of her kidnappers was carefully cutting her clothing off her, these snatchers were being ultra careful and miserly in their deployment of magic, she stewed on the implications of this, the bastards had clearly learned from the tales of epic escapes from Order of the Phoenix Members and Harry’s DA group. They were keeping wand-use to a minimum, processing her in a slow almost muggle-like fashion. It took the cold slice of blade across her bra and underwear to make Hermione reevaluate this assessment, she was after all being suspended in mid-air while at least one, maybe two people kept an active body binding curse on her, the matching renewed contact of the spell hitting her right butt-cheek gave her the location of at least one wand carrier, if she could manage a moment of freedom she now had identified her first target. She also fantasied about tackling the photographer next, the frequency of the flashing of his camera increased now that she was nude.The flashing light bulb capturing her shame, the bright light highlighting the shadows of the gaggle of snatchers that seemed to be crowding around her, hungry to witness her continued humiliation.