Hermione awoke hours later. She didn't remember falling asleep and she most certainly didn't remember the snatcher curling up next to her. So close to her.

She moved to scoot away from him but realized his arm was around her waist under the covers.

'What have I done?' she thought to herself silently.

Her head dropped to her hands for a moment, then she stood, extricated herself from his arm, and made her way to the chair and table he had in the opposite corner of his tent. Sitting cross-legged on the chair, she picked up the remnants of his firewhisky and took a long swig.

'Might as well.' she thought

It seemed years ago that she had been innocent, laughing with her friends, running between classes, her most urgent problem to determine what dress she should wear to the Yule Ball.

All that was gone now. Now, as she sat, robbed of her innocence and her sanity. How had she let this man…inside her? He hunted those that were muggleborn, and obviously didn't think very highly of her. Still he didn't force her. Not like those other men.

Those men.

She tried to block it out of her mind because it made the bile rise from deep in her throat. How had she, so powerful back at Hogwarts, become so powerless? And where was Harry? And Ron? And how could that have happened to her, over and over. Her first time wasn't supposed to be like that. It was painful and quick, with little regard for her body or her pleasure. Then again, and again, hands everywhere… It wasn't supposed to be that way. It was supposed to be with Ron, or…or…

She let out a long sigh and raised the glass decanter to her lips again, taking an even longer drag of the amber liquid.

'Don't take it out on yourself,' she thought, her eyes wandering to the sleeping form of the snatcher. 'You're overly stressed and you wanted a modicum of control for yourself, that's all. You did it so you could be in control of the situation. Or something...' And at least he had some concern for her-

She blushed and chided herself for thinking about it.

Because that's all it was. Stress.

She thought.

That's why she had done it. Let him inside her willingly.

Just then a particularly awful thought popped into her head...

'When he wakes make sure to have him perform a contraceptive spell on you.'

Because she couldn't even fathom the alternative.

She sniffled as she thought about Harry and Ron. She wondered where they had gone. They had been separated so fast she had no idea where to even look. Or how to imagine an escape.

Or if she should even try to escape.

The alcohol softened her, she felt it work a bit and took another swig to make doubly sure it would stick. 'Cheer up Hermione. You are NOT going to do this. You are NOT going to give up. You are going to do what you always do. Work on a logical solution. And see it through.'

That seemed easy enough…

The alcohol was making her vision fuzzy at the edges, and as she felt a wave of fatigue approaching, she stumbled over to the edge of the bed, laid down, and tried not to think about the strange man laying next to her.