Hermione was so deep into her escape schemes she barely noticed the hands running smoothly over her now naked form, until it was impossible to block out the continued violation as the hated hands strayed from her exposed breasts downward to her crotch. Hermione could not stop the whimper from escaping her lips, if she had control over her bodily functions she knew her eyes would be scrunched closed in despair, thighs clenched shut to stop the intrusion of the uninvited fingers probing her most intimate folds.