The three teens were sat round a small table, eating the food that Ron had procured from a nearby market stall. Ron and Hermione were getting accustomed to their new ally, Vernon Dudley. It seemed Vernon had dropped out of Hogwarts, as he believed that the way the school was going didn't suit his ideology. For one, he believed that the sorting hat had been wrong when it sorted him into Slytherin. He wanted to be in Ravenclaw due to his brother going there the prior year. He also believed that the Slytherin ideal of blood supremacy was wrong, considering he was half blood, and didn't believe that the Death Eaters would like someone like that in their school house. He was a rather tall young man, with lanky arms and legs built ironically for running rather than fighting, and he had a pair of square glasses on his face, underneath a mop of brown hair.

"Something bothering you Hermione?" he asked; considering that she didn't trust him completely it was a dangerous question to ask.

"Huh; oh no, nothing's wrong, I was just thinking." In truth, Hermione was thinking, but not about Vernon. 'Torture can't possibly be pleasurable, it hurts and it is designed to cause pain' her mind argued. 'Admit it, 'Mione; you luuuuuuve pain!' another part of her mind said; purposely making her think back to the incident. 'I have to admit, even though it was painful, it did seem, right,' she conceded. She couldn't believe what she was saying to herself. Having said that, she did think it was right; and as she did, she felt a slight moist feeling...

"Erm, Hermione," Ron said, "You're blushing. Something you're not telling us?"

"What!" Hermione said startled, as she summoned a mirror from across the tent and gazed at her face. Sure enough, her face was almost as red as Ron's hair; but that wasn't the boys' immediate worry.

"Did you just summon that mirror without a wand?" Vernon asked her. "I didn't know you could do wandless magic."

"Oh, I guess I did, didn't I," she replied, as she let out a sigh of relief knowing her cover was not blown. 'I really didn't want that secret coming out' she said to herself.

"You didn't tell me Hermione, why haven't you used your wand?" Vernon inquired. "I've seen you using Ron's for putting up enchantments and charming the tent, but never your own. Why?"

"None of your business, Vernon," Ron said in a rather more aggressive tone than usual.

"No, Ron, he deserves to know," Hermione said quietly. "We were on the road with a friend, and we had a fight. Ron left and it was just me and our friend." Hermione stopped, attempting to find the courage to speak about her ex-friend. "Just before Ron came back, my friend and I had an argument. One which resulted in us being chased by a wolf through a forest. I cast a spell over his back to hit the wolf, and we fell over a tree root. I broke his wand as I fell on him. Snapped in two. Because I broke his wand, he has been using my wand since then." Hermione stood up and walked over to her bed, clearly upset over her memories of Harry, or was it anger; she didn't know.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't know," Vernon started; but Ron stopped him, holding is hand up to his chest. "Let her calm down mate. She needs some alone time," Ron whispered and escorted himself and Vernon out of the tent.

"Why can't I get him out of my head?" Hermione cried to herself; "I loved him like a brother, and he treated me like, like," she couldn't think of the exact word, but knew what she meant; servant. ' And yet, I liked doing what he said, being told what to do,' she thought. 'I don't know, maybe it was him using the Cruciatus Curse on me that caused me to realise this.' As she thought on that recurring memory, the dampness from before returned and as the boys had given her some alone time, she decided to relieve herself. Her hand slid across her thigh, and in between her legs, feeling the wetness that had accumulated. 'My God, I'm so fucking wet!' she thought as she slid her index finger up and down her panties, and then brought it to her face, and licked it. 'God it tastes so good, I need more' she thought, horniness starting to take over. She made to glide her hand down to her glistening panties, when suddenly...

BOOM! The tent wall shuddered as she fell over from the force of the blast. Ron and Vernon ran into the tent, panting and huffing. "Hermione, we need to go, now!"

"Ron's right, we got Snatchers closing in and they just recognised him!" Vernon agreed, quickly gathering their belongings up.

"C'mon! Let's go!" Ron yelled, helping Hermionie onto her feet as he grabbed his bag of tools from by his bed.

"OK, guys," Hermione said, disappointed that she couldn't sate her horny hunger. She grabbed her magic handbag and threw the sword into it, it disappearing into a large pocket she had conjured before the trio's journey began in August after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Just as they exited the tent they looked around frantically, 'nobody there,' she thought.

All of a sudden, she heard a voice behind them. "Looks like we got ourselves quite a prize, fellas."

"Indeed Scabior," a second said. Hermione tried to turn to look at who was talking, but instead fell over. "Did I not mention, girl, you're all under the Body-Bind curse," the second man continued. "You're not going anywhere unless we tell you to."

"You know Anthonin, I do believe that we caught the Granger girl with the Weasley," Scabior said to his ally. "Which means," he continued as he walked over to Vernon "that this is the infamous Harry Potter that we have here!" All the Snatchers in their group grinned.

"My name is Vernon, not Harry," Vernon said defiantly, as Scabior turned away.

"Well, we shall see won't we. Take them to Malfoy Manor!" Scabior ordered.

"Yes Sir!" the five other men said; and they took their captives arms and Apparated them to Malfoy Manor.