"Merlin Hermione, WHY?" Harry asked, absolutely bewildered. Hermione suddenly reached for his wand, grabbing it away from him. She caught him off guard, and she tried to swing her arms to point it at Ron, but the red head smacked it away. Harry grabbed her wrists again, repining them above her head, and this time, Ron began to thrust his hips. Hermione thrashed wildly, cursing and screaming, helplessly saying spells without her wand. Ron pushed down on Hermione’s knees, spreading them open wider, and giving himself leverage as he fucked into her. He tried to do it gently at first, not going in as deep as he could, but after a few minutes he was ramming into her with full strokes, balls deep, hard enough to make her body rock. She struggled, trying to break free from their grasps. The air was pushed from her lungs every time Ron snapped his hips forward and filled her. It burned between her legs, involuntary tears ran down her face.