Their second session ended much like their first. Ron and Harry overwhelmed Hermione with spell after spell. Once again, she had to make a retreat. This time as she ran, she didn’t fire curses blindly behind her, turning slightly to more accurately send spells at her pursues. Unfortunately the tradeoff was she opened herself and her wand up to spells. It was Harry who hit her with a powerful Experlliarmus, sending her wand flying and her stumbling ungracefully. She scrambled to try and retrieve it, but Ron beat her to it, stepping on it, and pointing his wand out her menacingly; Harry joined him, and Hermione backed away as the boys slowly closed in on her, almost like a cat would a mouse. Her back hit a tree, and her fight or flight kicked into overdrive. She let out a scream, which admittedly caught the boys off guard, before sprinting forward trying to push past them. Ron caught her around the waist, lifting her off the ground with his superior height and strength. She kicked and struggled, raising all hell she could as Harry went to her lower half and began working off her pants. To Hermione’s credit, she got a few solid kicks in, catching Harry in the chest and forehead. But it wasn’t enough to keep him from tearing her pants off her, and soon the boys had her bent over at the waist, wand to the back of her head, face pressed against the tree bark as they took her roughly from behind. Hermione gritted her teeth and took it. She thought it more dignified than the begging, whimpering and pleading when they first took her. So she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her tongue and tried to power through it. Only when another shameful orgasm ripped through her did she let her voice escape.