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Strange Training	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 22481 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“So, who is this lot?” One of the Snatchers asked.

“The ugly one says his name is Vernon Dudley.” Another answered. The Snatchers had the trio bound, with their hands behind their back. There were 6 of them - the 3 didn’t really stand a chance fighting them, especially when caught by surprise. If it weren’t for Hermione’s quick thinking to alter Harry’s face, they probably wouldn’t have even bothered to take them alive. “The red head tried to pass himself off as Stan Shunpike, but after we roughed him up a bit, he revealed he was a Weasley. Barbly.”

Ron sat on the ground, trying his hardest not to glare with absolute hatred. His lip was split, bleeding all over his shirt. He was sure a few teeth were cracked as well

“Merlin, how many Weasleys are there?” The Snatcher turned his attention to Hermione. She saw how his smirk as he looked at her, and her stomach filled with dread. “And who’s this pretty one.”

“Says her name is Mira. Half-Blood.”

“Stand her up.”

Two Snatchers went to her sides, and pulled her up roughly by the arms. She struggled a bit, but they held her fast. The lecherous Snatcher walked to her, stopping directly in front of her.

“Oh none of that now.” He said. He placed a filthy hand on her cheek. She tried to pull away from it, but he just roughly grabbed her by the chin, forcing her head still. “Mighty soft skin you have.”

The Snatcher’s freehand trailed down her stomach, until it got to the waist of her jeans.

“Ghet your damn hands off of her!” Ron yelled through his aching mouth. He tried to stand, but was struck hard in the face by the Snatcher standing next to him.

“Move again, and you’ll get far worse.” The Snatcher hissed. Harry looked on helplessly as the Snatcher began to unbutton Hermione’s jeans. She tried to pull away, pure distress on her face, but the Snatcher looped two of his fingers through a belt loop of her pants to keep her from going far. He let go of her chin, and used his now free hand to slowly slide into the waistband of her pants.

“Let's see if you’re soft everywhere.” The Snatcher said, making his intentions clear without saying them. Hermione’s started to hyperventilate, eyes widening, nose flaring. This couldn’t happen to her. After everything her and the boys went through, all they did to make her stronger, to make her a survivor, this COULDN’T happen. She was panicking, all she learned and trained for going out the window. She didn’t know what to do. When the Snatcher’s fingers came into contact with her white panties, a switch flipped in her brain. Her body moved on its own - Hermione drew her head back, as far as she could while being held, and brought it forward as hard as she could.

CRACK!

Her forehead came into contact with the Snatcher’s nose. The crunch could be heard by everyone. He stumbled back, howling in pain, blood gushing from his nose like a burst pipe. Hermione’s head went a bit starry at the impact, but all she knew was his hands were off her, and that’s all that mattered. They boys looked shocked from the perspective positions.

“MYNOBBES” The Snatcher yelled, holding his nose with one hand. “DA CHUNT BROBE MY FUBBING NOBES”

He whipped out his wand, ready to curse the Witch, but another stopped.

“Alright, calm down.” He laughed, placing his hand atop of the others. “You know what that craft bitch said. Bring anyone ‘Ogwarts age to the Manor.”

“Buhb this bitbh-”

“Made you look like a right arse. Don’t worry. She’ll get hers once we get to the manor. Maybe Bellatrix will let us keep her.”

The mention of Bellatrix caused a feeling of dread to pass through the trio. This was bad, but they knew anything involving Bellatrix LeStrange was going to be much worse.
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“Where did you get that?”

Malfoy Manor had brought a litany of surprises.

The Snatchers brought the trio before Bellatrix Lestrange, who had essentially taken control of the Malfoy’s home. Bellatrix had Draco confirm Ron and Hermione’s identities, but when she asked him to confirm that “Vernon Dudley” was in fact Harry Potter, he couldn’t...or rather wouldn’t.

Then...Bellatrix noticed the Sword of Gryffindor. Hermione had had it in her bag for so long, she nearly forgot she had it. Bellatrix went rabid, more rabid, at the sight of it. She quickly disarmed the Snatchers, demanding the sword. They quickly relinquished it, not wanting to test the wrath of the mad witch. She ordered them into another room to await further instructions. They scampered away, leaving Bellatrix with the sword, and questions.

She had the boys placed in the Manor’s Cellar, while she kept Hermione.

Bellatrix got right in Hermione’s face, her foul breath and rotten teeth attacking Hermione’s senses.

“Us gals are gonna have a lil chat.” She said evilly. Hermione was smart. Arguably the smartest witch in England at the moment, and she liked to read. She read survivor accounts of the crucio, people doing their best to explain what the unforgivable felt like: Like you were set on fire, like all your bones were being broken at once, like you were being turned inside out. She thought if she read about it, she could prepare herself for it.

How wrong she was.

All those accounts were accurate, but they only explained a fraction of the horrible pain the crucio curse brought. Hermione was in agony that her mind couldn't even process, couldn’t even compartmentalize.

It felt like a lifetime, but she was likely only under the spell a few seconds. Bellatrix couldn’t just break her mind like she did the Longbottoms - she needed information from her.

So she mixed it up, switching from crucio, to cuts with her knife, yanking Hermione’s hair so hard that it bled at the root.

Torture. In all and anyways the sick woman could think of.

But Hermione held on. Sure she screamed, pleaded and begged, but she didn’t give her anything she could use. She lied, maybe unconvincingly, but she didn’t give her anything. She endured.

While Lestrange wanted to torture Hermione more herself, she’d done the act enough times to know someone who was tougher than they looked. She’d have to use less conventional means.

And Bellatrix knew all about cruel and unusual.

“You just wait right here my little mudblood.” She taunted. Hermione wasn’t going anywhere, body shaking, in agony, and not responding to her commands. “I’m going to go get your friends.”

Hermione tried to move, tried to stop her. She thought she was going to go get Ron or Harry to torure next, but then she heard Bellatrix comeback moments later, and the sound of several pairs of footsteps in tow. Hermione managed to crane her neck upwards, panic took her body. Bellatrix led the Snatcher back in the room. They all had cruel smiles on their faces, especially the one she shattered the nose of.

“Break her.” Bellatrix ordered. Hermione was able to gather the strength to roll to her bottom, and she scampered backwards. There was nowhere to go. “I want her broken, begging to tell me what she knows. Fail me, and you’ll be in her place.”

“With pleasure.” One of the Snatchers said. Hermione looked around trying to find a gap, anyway that she could escape. There was nothing. They moved closer to her as Bellatrix left the room.

“Should we Imperius her?” One of them asked.

“Nah. I like them kickin’” Another answered.

‘No.’

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t happen.

Hermione felt hot tears of fear run down her face. The very scenario she’d been training for, that she suffered for, was marching down upon her.

“Stay away from me..” She said, voice strained.

“What was that mudblood?” Taunted the Snatcher with the shattered nose.

“I said STAY AWAY FROM ME!”
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Ron’s fists were bloody from pounding on the door.

“HERMIONE!” He yelled helplessly.

“Ron, please. We need to-” Harry tried. They were in the cellar with Dean Thomas, Griphook, Luna and Luna and her father, no wands, no plan.

“You heard them, Harry! You fucking heard them!” Ron said desperately. “They’re going to - oh god they’re going to-”

“Let me go! No!” They heard Hermione scream from upstairs.

“Quit squirmin! Hold her still!”

Ron tried to summon some unknown strength, and punch a hole clear through the door. All he managed to do was fracture his hand. “HERMIONE!!” He cried, devastation in his voice.

Harry didn’t know what to do. He had no plan, no direction. He had been left to wander the woods, not knowing what he was looking for. No one gave him a clue, an idea of what he was supposed to be doing.

He felt so useless. Less than useless. His friends were here because of him.

He reached into his bag, hoping to find anything they could use, anything at all.

The 2-way mirror. His last gift from Sirius.

“Someone! Anyone, please!” He said desperately, not knowing what he expected. Suddenly, an eye appeared in the mirror. It looked surprised. Harry was surprised himself, but he didn’t care who it was. “Please. We need help! We’re at Malfoy Manor - we gotta find a way out.”

Crash! Clatter!

“Merlin! Someone fuckin’ hold er!”

“Raaaaaghhh!” Hermione screamed, followed by the sound of a loud thump. Ron’s eyes widened. What was going on up there?

They eye appraised him for a moment, before going out of view. He had thought his pleas had gone ignored, until suddenly he heard a pop in the dark room.

In the near dark, Harry could make out a large set of ears, and eyes the size of small plates.

“Dobby!”
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Hold on Hermione, just hold on!

Dobby was able to open the cellar dungeon doors and get all the others to safety at Shell Cottage. Ron and Harry were able to overpower Peter Pettigrew, and get his wand. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. The boys bound up the stairs, steeling themselves for what they might see, for what might be happening to their best friend in all the world.

So they were a little shocked to see Hermione standing in the center of the room, back to them, with the Snatcher laying in various states of injured and incapacitated all around her. She whipped around at the sound of the boys, ready to curse them with a wand in one hand, and the sword of Gryffindor in the other.

“Wait! Hermione, it's us!” Ron said, putting his hands up in front of him. He looked around the room, absolutely shocked by the sight in front of him. 6 fully grown Snatchers, either knocked out, or groaning in pain. The one from before, who’s nose Hermione broke, now had his nose near flat to his face, red with blood. Another had bite marks, hands, forearms, necks - small chunks taken out of him. Ron looked to Hermione’s mouth, and could see the crimson around it.
It took a moment for Ron’s words to register with Hermione; she was breathing heavily, eyes darting back and forth between them as if two more combatants entered the room.

“Harry...Ron…” She said strangely, as if her mind was coming back to her. She slowly lowered the wand, and let out a shuddering breath.

“Hermione...what happened here?” Harry found himself asking.

“I-I did it.” She said, “I did it. They...they couldn’t overpower me. They couldn’t beat me! I survived...I survived.”

She sounded hysterical, a wild, but sad smile on her face. She dropped to her knees, exhausted, and in pain.

“I survived.”
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Dobby was able to apparate them to Shell’s Cottage before Bellatrix returned. Bill and Fluer helped treat the injuries they sustained, and gave them a place to rest. The cottage wasn’t huge, so Ron, Hermione and Harry shared a room. They would’ve anyway - it was hard for them to sleep without each other's presence anymore.

Hermione was quiet.

She skipped dinner that Fluer made, and stayed in the room. Neither Harry nor Ron pushed the issue. She had just been through alot. They were all exhausted, so they all retreated to their rooms by 9. Further plans could wait until the morning.

Harry and Ron entered the room, and Hermione was just sitting on the bed, waiting.

“Harry, Ron.” She said, voice quiet. She gave them a small smile. Ron and Harry sat on one bed, shoulder to shoulder, looking at her

“Hermione.” Harry began. “Are you okay?”

He had asked that several times since they’d arrived at the cottage, and her answer was the same every time. “I’m fine Harry.”

They all went quiet, not sure what to say at the moment, before Hermione spoke again.

“Thank you.” She said simply

“Thank you?” Ron repeated. “Thank you for what?”

“For saving me.”

“Saving you? Hermione, you saved yourself.” Ron commented, a bit of pride in his voice. “You beat six Snatchers. I don’t even think me and Harry could do that.”

“I couldn’t have beat them if it weren’t for what you two did for me. How you helped me prepare.”

“Hermione that…” Harry interjected, his stomach dropping at her words. “Don’t...don’t thank us for that.”

Harry looked down at the ground, to avoid Hermione. She had a fierce, determined look on her face.

“And why not?” She asked, voice stern. “I’m not ashamed of anything that happened in the forest. It made me stronger. It made me a survivor. You shouldn’t be either.”

Ron just scoffed uglily. “That’s kind of a hard sell.” He said grimly.

Hermione frowned a bit. She stood from the bed, and walked closer to the boys.

“I don’t regret anything we did.” She said quietly. “Do you know what those Snatchers would’ve done to me? What they TRIED?”

“Hermione-” Harry begged.

“Let me finish.” She said, cutting them off. “You two, my best friends, you saved my life, don’t you understand? If they were to have….I would’ve been broken. I wouldn’t have made it another day. But I did. I’m here with you two, the only place I want to be, the place I need to be.”

She moved closer, again, this time, dropping to her knees in front of the pair.

“Mione-” Ron said, moving to stand, but She gently placed a hand on his thigh, keeping him in place, before doing the same to Harry.

“Shhh Ron, please.” She said, voice barely above a whisper. Ron swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and Harry just stared, mouth slightly agape. “You’ve both done so much for me. You helped me in ways you can’t even begin to understand. Now….let me help you.”

Hermione’s hands slid up their thighs until they were hovering the inside of their crotches.

“You don’t have to do this.” Harry said desperately. “You don’t owe us anything.”
Hermione responded by placing her hand directly on his covered manhood, and lightly squeezing. She did the same for Ron, eliciting a hiss.

“Please….Let me thank you.” She whispered. “Let me thank my best friends in the whole rotten world.”

Whatever Ron was holding back, suddenly broke through the floodgates. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up so that she was standing. Surprised by the action, she stumbled forward, which was what Ron wanted. He quickly grabbed her behind the small of her back, pulling her into his lap, and kissing her fiercely. Her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss, as she sat in his lap, grinding against him. Harry sat next to them, eyes wide, not knowing what to do. He made to stand, before Hermione’s hand moved to his shoulder, halting his motions.

“Harry.” She gasped out as Ron attacked her exposed neck. “I’m thanking you...both of you.”

Harry looked at Ron, trying to gauge his reaction. Ron didn’t say anything, but loosened his grip around Hermione to allow for her to shift over, and slide into Harry’s lap. The raven haired boy tentatively put his hands on her waist. She leaned forward, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. He didn’t respond at first until Hermione began to rock her hips against his. Then his hands went to her wild hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Ron reached between their bodies, grabbing at Hermione’s breasts through her jumper. She moaned into Harry’s mouth as he gave them a squeeze.

“Harder.” She rasped out. Ron gave an unsure look, but witnessing how wanton she looked and sounded, he complied, roughly squeezing her tit, causing her to once again moan, and grind harder into Harry. Harry pulled back from Hermione’s mouth, breathing heavily, face red.

“Hermione…” He panted. “Tell us what you want.”

“This isn't about me.” She breathed. “This is me thanking you. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Ron groaned low in his throat, and took initiative. He grabbed Hermione, moving her back into his lap.

“Harry. Move to the head of the bed.” He instructed. Harry gave his friend a look, before moving, pressing his back to the headboard. The bed wasn’t big. It was already transfigured from a chair and enlarged, and the three of them were pushing it to its limits, but they’d make it work. With Harry moved, they had a bit of extra room; Ron pushed Hermione off his lap and moved back so that she was on her stomach, head between Harry’s slightly spread legs. Ron maneuvered behind her like he had done so many times before. His wand was on the table, and he couldn’t be bothered to get it, so he grabbed the wait of her pants and pulled, dragging them down. Hermione lifted her hips to accommodate him, pushing her knickers down as she went. When Ron got them to mid thigh, he figured that was good enough. He worked at his pants, undoing the front so that his cock sprang free. He lined himself up with Hermione’s entrance, and pushed forward hard. Hermione moaned out, pressing her cheek against Harry’s crotch. Ron began to fuck her rocking his hips forward wildy. It wasn’t gentle - he didn’t know how to be gentle. Hermione didn’t know how to take gentle. She didn;t even think she wanted it.

“Harry-” Ron moaned as he rocked his hips. “Don’t forget about Harry.”

Hermione moaned, and rubbed her cheek against Harry’s crotch. She looked up at him, mouth open in a moan and inviting. Harry got the idea, fishing his cock out from his pants. His hands went to Hermione’s hair, taking a firm grip, guiding her mouth over his rod. She sealed her lips around him and moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He let out a mix between a moan and a whimper, and began to use his grip to bob her head up and down. Hermione had never done this before, least not while conscious, and didn’t know what to do really, but she just listened to how Harry responded, and repeated that action; swiping her tongue over his head, hollowing her cheeks, taking him as deep as he wanted. She needed to make him feel good.

Ron grabbed Hermione’s wrists, pulling them back behind her, using them to drive her back, and himself forward harder. Hemione’s cunt gushed and tightened around him - it hurt, but it hurt so good. She’d take anything they’d give her.

“Hermione...Oh Merlin Hermione.” He moaned quietly as he could. They hadn’t silenced the room. They didn’t know if the sound of their flesh meeting could be heard from the outside, but none of them cared at the moment. Ron groaned louder, and sped his hips up even more, fucing into her brutally. Harry’s grip tightened around her head as he bobbed her head faster and deeper, causing her to gag regularly and spit to drip down her chin into his lap.

Ron was the first to go, groaning loudly and burying himself deep into her as he came. The sensation caused Hermione to go next, her cunt spasming around Ron’s member, and her body shuddering. Harry was the last in the chain reaction, the display in front of him sending him over. He brought her her nose flush against his crotch, nose buried in his dark pubic hair. His balls tightened, and let out a torrent of come down Hermione’s throat. She swallowed all he gave her, not wanting to spill a drop.

They all layed there panting and sweating.

“Hermione-” Harry began, but she just shushed him. She didn’t want him to ruin the moment with anymore of his misplaced guilt. They shifted in bed, so that they were all lying side by side. They laid there quietly, sleep taking Ron first, then Harry. She laid between the boys...her boys. This was where she needed to be, right between them.

She'd survive. They would survive.

Either all of them would, or none of them would. As it was.

As it should be.
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