A/N: This is for the OT3 Bootcamp. It's not really fluffy and it's a little bit weird.
Hermione was caught in their web and she knew it.
The intricate web of lies and deceit that they had spun around her had finally gripped her so tightly that they would never let her go.
They had played on her insecurities and made her believe that her friends were using her for her intelligence and that they did were the ones who really loved and cared for her. They had promised to keep her safe and protected from the Dark Lord.
"It's no good trying to run now, love. They will never take you back after everything you've done," Rodolphus informed her.
He seemed to read her mind as she had thought of doing exactly that. Hermione knew it was because he knew her, not because he could perform legilimency.
"Not even if you claim that you were under the Imperious curse," Rabastan also informed her.
Turning towards the brother she said, "I wouldn't dream of claiming that. Everyone knows that I've done everything of me own free will so it would be pointless to even try,"
"You're learning," Rabastan said walking closer to her.
Hermione shook her head.
"I just know them, just like you know me," she said looking into his eyes.
Rodolphus growled a little.
"I hope you don't mean that in a literal sense," he asked possessively.
"Not at all; I was around them for many years and I know how they think," Hermione replied wanting to roll her eyes at his response.
The brothers moved so one stood in front of her and the other behind of her as if to trap her once again, but she knew that it wasn't the only way she was trapped.