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Harry and Ron didn’t sleep very well. Not after what happened. Not after what they did.

They had raped Hermione. Taking her virginity, violently, horribly, in the middle of the woods in the dirt.

‘No….oh Merlin no!’

‘No! NO! Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!’

Hermione’s screams and pleading still rang in their heads as they tried to sleep. Hermione surprisingly was able to get to sleep quickly - moreso passing out. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. The boys however, no, no they had to lay awake in the night and ruminate, thinking about what they did to their bestfriend of 6 years. Both the boys hoped that the other would say something, any type of words of comfort, rationalization, something to make the pit of guilt and disgust lessen in the pit of their stomachs.

But nothing was said.

Nothing could be said. So they laid miserably in their tents as the hours of the night passed.

At some point, sleep took them, and when they awoke in the morning, Hermione was once again up before them. She was sitting at their small table, scribbling on a piece of parchment.

“You’re awake.” She said strangely. She stood from her seat, legs shaky. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t in pain.

“Hermione..” Ron said, voice pained. He said her name, but didn’t have anything after that. What could he say? Harry didn’t even look at her, instead focusing on his ratty shoes.

“I need to talk to both of you.” Hermione stated. Simply

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Maybe she had come to her senses. Maybe they could stop this madness, obliviate each other, and pretend like this horrible experiment never happened.

But like everything since they’ve been on the run, they had no such luck. Hermione didn’t want to stop what they were doing. In fact she’d been up all morning thinking about their next training session.

She had written out a LIST of rules. Well, she didn’t want to call them that. She referred to them as parameters

At first when Hermione showed them the list, Ron refused to look at it, refused to be a part of the insanity. Hermione just reminded him that he promised her over and over, until he finally relented and to a seat on the dirt as she read them out.

Parameter 1: They could use any spell that was non fatal to stun, subdue, or otherwise incapacitate her, and she would do the same.

This was a pragmatic one. While she knew a Death Eater wouldn’t care about killing or maiming her, nor did she care about doing so to a Death Eater, the trio couldn’t very well actually do any permanent damage to each other. It went without saying, but it made her feel better to write it down.

Parameter 2: Snitch is their safe word. The moment someone, anyone says Snitch and ONLY when they say Snitch, the training stops that very instant.

Another one that went without saying, but was better to have written down. She knew this was hard, horrible; they needed to do this in the safest way they could.

Parameter 3: Their training sessions would happen every other day, after 6 o clock.

Hermione would need time to recuperate in the case that they were able to overwhelm her again. When they had finished with her yesterday, she ached all over, in ways she never thought she could. She barely had the strength to get up this morning. There was also their quest for Horcruxes. Hermione didn’t want her selfish request to completely get them away from that.

Parameter 4: No holding back.

Ron and Harry frowned at that, even more so than they already were. She knew they didn’t want to hurt her. To subconsciously go easy on her, but that couldn’t happen. Then it’d all be pointless - the pain, fear, dread she felt yesterday would be for nothing. Worse yet, they might give her a false sense of security, make her think she can defend herself only for her to fail when put in an actual life or death scenario. No, it had to be real. They had to be real. They had to be cruel, viscous, call her names, use and hurt her if they overpowered her. It was the only way it would work. The only way.

Parameter 5: Talk.
Nothing she was asking was easy...but it was for her survival. And for that to happen, she needed to learn; she had to know what she did wrong, what she did right, how to improve. It was her bookworm nature. She knew that the boys wouldn’t want to talk after their sessions. Why would they? They’d want to distance themselves from the act as much as possible, but she needed their feedback, like learning any other skill.

Those were the five parameters set. Hermione asked them if they had anything they wanted to add, but they had nothing to say. Ron was muttering to himself how crazy all this was, Harry was still looking anywhere but Hermione. This was probably the best form of confirmation she was going to get from them, and that was okay. They had promised to help her, and they were keeping it. They were really the best friends anyone could ever ask for.

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Session 2

Well, at least she didn’t drop her wand herself this time.

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.

When they both had a turn with her, she rasped out Snitch, falling to her knees as her legs gave out. Ron moved to help her up, but she slapped his hand away. He pulled back, face pained and distraught. She didn’t mean it. This is what she asked of them, but there was still the shame, the weakness she felt. They’d once again pinned her down and took her as they pleased. Her friends. She stood no chance against death eaters how she was now. Sniffling, she pulled her pants back up, and ran back to camp. Ron stared at the dirt miserably for a few minutes, before Harry roused him to walk back to the tent.
Session 4

Weak.

That’s what she was. Weak. That;s what the voice in the back of her head told her.

This was their fourth session. Three times - three times Harry and Ron, her bestfriends in the whole bloody world, managed to overpower her, and fuck her against her will.

Weak.

Hermione did not respond to failure well. She felt helpless. Useless. Like she was a liability in their fight against Voldemort. She felt weak. Terrified at the prospect of what Death Eaters might do to her, and terrified that in reality, she was a fraud; the brightest witch of the age was just a scared, weak girl.

So this time, she had something to prove.

Hermione’s offensive spells were getting better, getting more creative with her charms and curses that the boys taught her, and that she read in some of the books she brought. She was able to give Harry and Ron a proper duel this time around. But it was still two against one, and her reflexes were only so fast. She was caught off guard by an Impediment Jinx, which slowed her movements. This gave Harry and Ron enough time to descend upon her and wrestle her to the ground.

She had gotten better at fighting physically as well, with more solid blows connecting with the pair. She’d leave bruises, even giving Ron a solid black eye, but it didn’t stop them from stripping her, naked this time. They flipped her over to her stomach, front painfully rubbing against the rocks and hard ground as Harry mounted her, pushing her face into the dirt as he entered her. Hermione noticed Harry and Ron had idiosyncrasies when they took her. Harry always pushed her face away, turned her head, prefered her face down. He didn’t like her looking at him, anything to try and take himself away from the scenario, and the fact this was Hermione he was doing this to. Ron on the other hand focused on trying to cum as quickly as possible, trying to end it as fast as he could. That meant he rode her fast and hard, slamming into her with no abandon.

Typically when they both came, Hermione would say Snitch. This time however, she didn’t. So they took her again…and again. And again.

She wouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t say Snitch.

Hermione felt like she had something to prove. To them and herself. She felt she was weak, that she was giving up too easily. So she refused to say Snitch, refused to give in. So the boys kept using her, fucking her.

Two hours.

For two hours, they used Hermione’s body. Fucking, slapping, hair pulling, calling her every foul thing they could think of. No matter what they did, she didn’t buckle. She passed out once or twice, and her struggles had devolved into weak slaps, and feeble thrashes, but she never said Snitch.

In the end, it was Ron who finally said it, unwilling to take it any further. When they finally stopped, Hermione was wrecked, body shaking, physically and mentally. She was covered in dirt, and mud. Her skin was red from slaps and scratches from her face, breasts, to her ass. Her cunt gaped, and dripped copious amounts of cum. As she laid in the dirt, she was mumbled deliriously, “Useless, useless, useless-”

“Oh God...oh god what did we do?” Harry asked desperately, looking at Ron. The redhead was no help, looking as lost and pathetic as Harry as Hermione kept mumbling to herself. Eventually, Ron scooped Hermione up in his arms, and carried her back to camp. Hermione didn’t talk, didn’t look at them, just stared ahead as they cleaned her up, and redressed her. They laid her in bed, and stayed close by, not sure of what else to do.

Suddenly, Hermione started crying. Weeping.

“Useless….USELESS!” She sobbed, curling into a ball. Ron and Harry went to her, wrapping their arms around her, doing their best to comfort her.

“Useless…”
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“This has to stop Hermione. This isn’t good for any of us.” Ron stated.

Hermione had cried for a good hour before exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep with the boys holding her. For the first time, Harry and Ron awoke before her. And they used that time to talk. Talk about what this….experiment was doing to them. How it was breaking them. How they needed to put an end to it.

“What happened yesterday was a mistake.” Hermione said offhandedly, as if talking about a mistake in an essay. “I wasn’t in my right mind. It won’t happen again.”

“Dammit Hermione, nothing about this is in it’s right mind.” Harry tried. “This isn’t good for you. We’re hurting you.”

“I’m learning.”

“You’re suffering. And so are we.”
“Hermione please…we don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Ron said, voice cracking.

“You’re not doing anything I didn’t ask you to. And you promised. You-”

“Fuck a promise!” Ron yelled. “Hermione...we can’t keep doing this to you. It’s….can’t you see how fucked this is?”

Harry didn’t add to Ron’s outburst, but nodded his head in agreement. Hermione looked between the two, betrayal evident on her face. She felt tears welling in the corner of her eyes. They didn’t get it.

“If we stop now, then it’s all for nothing.” She said cryptically.

“What?” Harry asked. She repeated herself, louder this time.

“If we stop now, it’s all for nothing! Everything you did to me, all the pain and shame, the violation, it’ll all be for nothing…”

Tears ran freely from her face, but she kept talking, trying, begging for them to understand.

“I have to overcome this. I have to overcome you. I have to overcome them...or it’s all for nothing. All for nothing.”

Hermione put her face in her hands, crying openly now. Ron went to her, enveloping her in a hug. Harry followed suit, wrapping his arms around both of them. They stood there in the middle of their camp, rocking slowly, trying to calm her, and themselves down.

“All for nothing.”
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Session 7.

A breakthrough.

Hermione was finally able to stop one of them.

Through the training, Hermione had shifted her strategy a bit. She’d never fight them off with sheer force, or dueling prowess. She needed to use her intelligence, her number one trait. When they began their duel, Hermione immediately cast a Smoke Charm, covering the immediate area in a thick gray smoke. Harry and Ron fired blindly into it, unable to see. Hermione was long gone, using the cover to gain some distance, and camouflage herself. Then she waited for Harry and Ron to inevitably follow after her.

She hid herself well, using a mixture of magic and natural surrounding to blend in with the forest floor. She stayed still, as still as she could as she waited. It was Ron to stumble upon her, walking with his wand extended, looking behind trees for her. When he got close, his feet passing just a few feet in front of her head, she struck.

Casting Petrificus Totalus, she caught Ron in the shin. His whole body seized up, causing him to fall forward. She quickly came out of her hiding spot, scrambling to take his wand. She rolled him over, and his eyes darted around as his body didn’t move an inch.

She did it. She stopped one of them.

An excited, wild smile came to her face. She did it.

In her excitement however, she allowed Harry to sneak up on her, and press his want to the back of her head.

“Stand up.” Harry ordered. She did. Harry snatched the wands from her, leaving her defenseless. “Now strip.”

And she did. She knew she got too excited, too distracted, and he was going to make her pay for it.

But even as she was pushed to the ground having her legs spread apart, she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.

She was overcoming.
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Session 10

“You’re going to pay for that!” Ron roared.

Hermione used a Projectile Jinx to send a rock flying to Ron’s face, catching him square in the forehead. He was bleeding from his hairline, face furious. Harry was slinging spell after spell at Hermione, but her defense had gotten better and better. She cast a large Expulso, causing dirt and debris to fly into the air. She used to not retreat, but to advance. She ran forward, casting a babbling curse at Ron. Ron was never very good at wordless magic, so he was unable to cast anything momentarily. Hermione took the moment of surprise to lower her shoulder, and drive it directly into Ron’s abdomen. Hermione was small, but someone running at you at full speed and trying to drive through your body will put you on your back if you're not expecting it. Using the momentum of his fall, Hermione quickly rolled to her feet, avoiding Harry’s spells. Casting a binding curse over her shoulder, she tied Ron up in the dirt, as Harry gave chase.

Her endurance had improved, able to run faster, over greater distances. No where near the physique of a Quidditch player however, because Harry gained on her quickly. Thinking on her feet, she cast a Motus jinx, which simulated the effects of an Earthquake. She had never used it before, only just reading about it the day prior. She put much of her magic into it, too much in fact. The ground shook violently, throwing both Hermione and Harry off of their feet, and their wands flying. Hermione tried to scramble to her feet, but Harry leapt on her back, bringing her back to the ground. He rolled her on to her stomach, and began to pull her pants over her struggling hips. Hermione fought hard, throwing elbows, and bucking, trying to get him off of her, but he just continued working at her pants, pulling them down to her upper thighs.

She saw a wand several meters in front of her - she didn’t know if it was hers or Harry’s, and she didn’t care.

‘Accio wand’ she thought, reaching her hand out. Wandless magic was difficult to do, especially wordlessly. She’d only been able to perform basic magic wandlessly, but never a Summoning Spell.

‘Accio wand’ she tried mentally again. She felt her magic crackling, but the wand still didn’t move. Harry had gotten her pants to her knees, and was working at his own. It was now or never.

‘ACCIO WAND’

Suddenly the wand flew forward, into her hand. She threw her arm over her shoulder, tip of the wand hitting Harry in the chest. He looked down at it in shock. With all the magic she could muster, she sent a Stupefy so powerful that it knocked Harry off of her, and sent him back flying 2 meters. She quickly pulled her pants up and scrambled to her feet., pointing the wand around defensively.

She realized then that she was the last one standing.

She did it. She finally did it.

She quickly cast a Rennervate to bring Harry back to consciousness. He groaned, and stirred in pain in the dirt. He sat up, and was enveloped in a large hug form Hermione.

“I did it. I did it.” She repeated, holding him tight. It took a minute for Harry’s brain to catch back up with the events, and he hugged her back.

“Yeah Hermione, you did it.” He said, proud of her, but more relieved than anything else. He had never been happier to be stunned in his life.

“I cast Accio Harry, wordlessly. Wandlessly!” She babbled in excitement. “I did it.”

She did it.
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Hermione was never one to leave things up to being a fluke, so much to the protest of Harry and Ron, they continued these sessions.

But with once success came another, and another.

The boys were never able to overwhelm or overpower her again. She was able to fight them off, incapacitate them, evade them until they called Snitch several more times.

She had learned. In a sick and twisted way, everything had worked as intended. She thought differently, fought differently. She was more confident in her dueling and spell casting.

She had overcome.

She felt good. For the first time in a long time, she felt like this wasn’t the end times. That they’d make it through this. That in the end, she’d be okay.

And then, The Snatchers came.
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