Pretty Angry
(bad mental images - Implied attempted Non-Con)

Hermione hurried along on silencio-ed feet, keeping Harry's Invisibility Cloak wrapped tightly around her body, following the rat that betrayed her boyfriend's family all those years ago.

She saw Peter open the front of the tent and poke his wand through the gap, "Cunfundo!"

She didn't have a good position to stop him, but wasn't worried about Harry, he had a very strong mind after all.

"You think I'm your boyfriend," Peter muttered, causing Hermione to pause in surprise, "You've been waiting for me to have sex!"

Despite wanting to throw up at the thought of that, she snapped off a silent Stupefy, then pushed the balding bastard into the tent crouching low to scan for more targets. Harry laughed and stepped out of their bedroom at the back of the tent still wet from the shower as she spied three other Death Eaters knocked out about the room and a woman that looked a bit like herself near Harry.

"I'm not sure if we shouldn't let Wormtail have his way with her," he said shaking his head.

"Harry!" Hermione said quietly admonishing him.

"Sure, sure…" Harry agreed with her that it would be wrong to do so, "But as it's Bellatrix…"

"That's Bellatrix?!"

"She'd probably rip his head off after the sex and make him eat it before killing him," he couldn't help but chuckle again.

"How did they even find us?" Hermione asked after a moment, to which Harry held up Dumbledore's Deluminator, "Oh, no… they got Ron…"

"Worse, Love…" Harry said softly pointing at one of the Death Eaters off to the side, Weasley Red hair poking out from behind the bone white mask, "He led them to us."

"I'm going to castrate that bastard," Hermione muttered, she'd still harbored odd feelings toward the youngest Weasley male after her system was flushed of the love potions and her true feelings rose to the surface once more, subsequently braking a few memory charms from years prior where she and Harry had become boyfriend and girlfriend at various times, including when he asked her to the Yule Ball the day Professor McGonagall announced it in class, but this… this was the final straw… this was unforgivable. "As much as I like seeing you like that, Harry, perhaps you should put on some clothes while we figure out what to do with these jerks."

"Have I ever told you… you are gorgeous when you're angry!"