Our Prize (Harry Potter fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains sexual parts and some pushing and shoving. you have been warned. 

Tears streamed down her cheeks as Scabior and Fenrir seemed to tighten their grip on her shoulders. She felt them pulling at her skin with their teeth, slowly releasing until they wrapped their teeth back on her shoulders. She whimpered as she felt them lightly rut up against her, their hands roaming up and down her sides and sometimes lifting up her skirt a bit. She could feel Scabior's nails had torn through the fabric and his fingertips slipped inside to rub against her skin. 

It felt like hours till finally they released their grips on her shoulders then slowly ran their tongues over the bites, lapping up the blood that seeped down her skin. Fenrir roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. 

"Now you can't say you're not part of the pack anymore." He growled, mockingly before she roughly pulled her from Scabior's grip and dragged her into his room. He pushed her in, just hard enough that she tumbled to the floor before he shut the door behind him and locked it. Once she heard their footsteps and the front door slam, she pushed herself off the floor and violently kicked at the door and screamed a enraged scream at the top of her lungs. She was feeling a mixture of rage, sorrow, and disgust. Disgust because she was now a werewolf, sorrowful because of the pain that still pulsed through her shoulders, and rage because of them. She was sick of them! 

She wanted to get away from this horrible place! 

She wanted them to suffer just like she had! 

She wanted to treat them just as they were treating her! 

She wiped away some of her tears from her face as she allowed herself to get some deep breaths in. There was no use in crying. It wasn't going to magically teleport her out of there. She tried to get her to think more rational while she examine the room for something she could use to aid in her escape. After a minute of scanning the room, she found a rusty nail sticking half way out near the fireplace. Hermione rushed over as she carefully wrapped her hand in the skirt of her dress and began to turn the nail in her hand. It took about a minute or two till she finally got the nail from the floor board. She hurried over to the doorknob and carefully picked at the lock with the nail. She heard it can be done with a bobby pin so maybe it can be picked with a nail. It felt like an hour had passed when the sound of the lock click came to her ears. 

She couldn't help but laugh as she flung the nail to the side and opened the door. She didn't waste a moment as she ran out the door and through the front door. She couldn't believe how easy it had been for her to escape. She was running through the woods, not caring where she went. After about an hour's run, she paused by a babbling stream. There were a few leaves floating on the tome as the water rushed on by like it was nothing. She couldn't help but grinned as she lifted her skirt, ready to walk over the stream when suddenly the sound of twigs echoed in front of her. Her smile dropped as she watched from behind the trees in front of her came Fenrir and Scabior walking towards her.