The world outside The Burrows kitchen was dark and depressing, the rain had poured for the past 3 days turning the garden into a slippery mess. Hermoine found herself sat by the fire bundled in a old blanket, her mood matching the outside weather. Molly, Arthur, Ginny amd Percy had gone to visit Charlie, leaving Harry, Ron, Hermoine and George alone in the burrow for 2 weeks. Tonight Harry, Ron and George had gone to The Leaky Caulron to celebrate something about quiditch. Hermoine wouldn't have cared, except they had promised to be back by 9 pm, and it was now bordering 3 in the morning.
Arseholes, all of them.
Hermoine finally gave up waiting and gathered up her books, returning them to the correct spaces on the shelves before walking up to hers and Rons room. It smelled of damp, and Rons dirty clothes were strewn accross the floor but it was home. Or atleast she thought it was.
It had long gone 5 in the morning before there was any commotion downstairs. Well, more rhan commotion. The doof slammed open and there was 3 sets of footsteps bumbling across the floor, tripping over and knocking stuff of the shelves. Harry and George appeared to be in a contest over who could shout the loudest and be the most annoying, but Ron had came upstairs to see his lover. The bedroom door harshly slammed against the wall as Ron fell through it, then slammed again as he closed it.
"Hey 'moine" his voice slurred and breathe stinking of alcohol.
He's drunk. Wait no, mortled. Again. Great.
Hermoine sighed as she sat up, getting out of bed and helping Ron out, so drunk he could barely stand.
"Lets get you into bed" she pulled his arm over her shoulder and gently tried to pull him towards the bed, which didnt work so instead she dragged him. She climbed in next to him, but had no intentiom of sleeping so instead just sat against the head board, just looking at the drunken mess her boyfriend was. She gently swept his long ginger hair out his eyes, swearing to herself she would cut it soon. Ron had different ideas though, and grabbed Hermoines wrist a little too tightly and roughly pulled her on top of him. To keep him happy she laid on top of him, but quickly became uncomforable as she felt his arousal press into her lower stomach. She gently slid of to the side, so instead Ron climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head and straddling her thighs so should couldn't move. The force on her wrists was bruising and Hemoine squirmed to get free, but try as she might Ron was still taller than her and stronger, despite being drunk.
His ginger hair brushed her forehead making it itch, and his green eyes looked menacing and intimidating.
"Stop it Ronald, you're hurting me" She used his full name hoping it would snap him out his trance, but to no luck.
He harshly pushed his mouth onto hershis tounge forcing its way into her mouth. She shook her head to the side but he just followed, so instead she let it happen hoping kissing was the only thing on his mind tonight. His eyes fluttered shut after a while but hers wide open, occasionally blinking back tears. Despite being together for 6 months Hermoine still didn't feel comfortable enough to sleep with him.
Truth was she was scared to find out what his reaction would be when he realised she didnt have her virginity anymore. Her mind breifly flashed bacl to Malfoy Manor dungeon, Greybacks cold piercing eyes staring into hers as he forced his way in and out of her, tearing appart her body and her soul. She had never told Harry or Ron, infact anyone, not wanting to cause more trouble than there already was.
She was snapoed out of her memory when she felt Rons hand venture up her shirt, reaching her plain white bra. Tears now fell freely from her eyes as she once again faught against Rons hold, freeing one hand and grabbing her wand. She cast a gentle hex against Rons should, slipping from under him when he threw himself backwards.
"You bitch! What the fuck!" His eyes held hatred and the most intense amger she'd ever seen, and the gryffindor courage she held suddenly vanished leaving her frozen to the core. "Why wont you just sleep with me? Every normal couple does it! Even Harry and Ginny do it! But no, innocent little Hermoine always has to be the stubborn insufferable bitch shes always been."
Please just make him fall asleep.
She brushed tears from her eyes before leaving the room, locking the door so he couldn't follow and made her way diwnstairs. Harry had collapsed on the sofa and was murmuring gently to himself so Hermoine gently laid a blanket om top of him, glad to his eues close as he fell into a deep sleep. She next found George passed out on the kitchen floor. She gently levitated him onto the other sofa before placing a pillow under his head and placing another blanket over his shaking body. She put the fire out to avoid a house fire, and made her way out the door and sat in a rocking chair despite the rain. Her hands still shook from fear but her heart and breathing slowly returned to normal. Sh ehad only been sat outside for 3 minutes before she was soaked to the bone.
It's okay, hes only drunk, he still loves you, it's okay.
It was 7 am when she finally went back inside, the house filled with 3 individual snores. She made her way to the bathroom, running an extemely hot bath that burnt her skin before undressing and looking in the mirror. She traced the scar on her arm, once again being teleported back to the manor, however this time being pinned under the crazy Bellatrix Black as she carved mudblood into her arm.
She finally looked away from her arm and instead to how thin she had gotten. Her ribs pierced her skin, hip bones jutting out dangerously and her skeletal knees. No one has noticed that she had stopped eating months ago, no one noticed she suffered with an eating disorder, and no one noticed the angry red scars across her thighs. Everyone was always too busy with their own problems to notice sweet little Hermoines suffering. She finally grew sick of her reflection and turned towrdas the bath, turning of the hot tap before sinking into the water, feeling her skin burn under the heat. She grabbed a soap bar from the side and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed her skin untill it appeared stop sign red, anything to keep away Greybacks hands. Them she washed her hair, pulling out handfuls of hair due to the small ammount of nutrients her body was receiving. When she finally rose out the water and wrapped a towel around her tiny frame it was almost 9 am. She quickly cast a drying charm and got dressed in yesterdays clothes.
She made her way to the kitchen, tiptoeing though the living room to make sure she didnt wake Harry or George up. She turned the stove on and made some bacon eggs and sausages for they boys breakfasts. She laid three plates out on the table before cutting an apple into quarters and eating one part for herself, dropping the other three pieces in the bin. She madeher way into the living room, gently shaking Harry and George awake and offering them hangover potions. Both accepted them greatly, groaning about how much their heads hurt.
"Breakfast is on the table, eggs bacon and sausages, I'm just gon a go and wake Ron up" Harry and George stumbled into the kitchen while Hermoine made her way to Rons room.
"Alohamora" she stepping inside to see most of the room destroyed and in ruins. She cast a quick fixing charm so hoping Ron had forgot all of last night. "Ron, come om wake up it's breakfast time" when speaking didnt work she grabbed his arm and shook it "come on Ron, foods downstairs"
"My head hurts" she waved a potion infront of his head, quickly moving to the side as he vomited on the floor.
Nice one ronald.
"Just drink this please" he snatched the potion out her hands before gulping it down, holing his head for another 30 seconds before finally looking at Hermoine
"Thank you" The anger was gone from his eyes, instead they held affection.
See, he loves you.
"I made bacon eggs and sausages, if you don't hurry up they'll be cold" at the mention of food he sorang out of bed and jumoed down the stairs, still the 11 year old with a big appetite.
Hermoine cast a cleaning charm to mop up the sick, before goinging downstairs to join the dinner table. She sat down next to Ron, who put his arm around her waist.
"Arent you eating anything 'moine" Harry, always the observant one of the group asked.
"I already had my own plate before I woke you up" however there was no dirty plate by the sink, but no one noticed anyway. "Why don't we go yo Hogsmead today? I could do with a new book and you can all go to Honey dukes" Ron rolled his eyes at the mention of books, but was happy to go to shopping anyway.
"While your in the bookshop me Ron and George could look in the quiditch shop, I want to check out the new nimbus" all they ever talked about was quiditch, but Hermoine placed a fake smile on her face and utter something that sounded like 'sure'.
After another 15 minutes at the table Harry Ron and George made their way upstairs, getting dressed in casual clothes then bounding downstairs.
"Lets go!"