Luna was gone. In her place was Hermione who, Snape thought, had broken rather easily. Of course, it was difficult to think with his prick in the girl's mouth.
She didn't learn this knowledge from books, he thought, wondering what desire it slaked in Harry to see him bound and being sucked off.
"You like that, don't you, Hermione? He tastes better than Ron, doesn't he?"
Harry. This isn't Harry.
Snape heard the girl's thoughts, even as he came.
It is now, girl. Get used to it.
"Where's Luna?" Hermione asked shakily, sometime later when Harry had finished with her.