Hermione knew she couldn’t disagree with the Death Eaters’ assessment, as the Weasley Twin’s took turns with their rutting, bemoaning her ruined arse, the apparent looseness of her sphincter diminishing their pleasure. The rough treatment escalated as Fred and George decided to take her in tandem, their boisterous jockeying for position buffeted her body as they attempted to hammer into her in unison. Finally with an begrudging sigh Barty ordered the two boys to stop. With a sharp poke of Barty’s wand, her back tongue stud heated to fuse with the tail-end of the swallowed chain.