***Hermoines pov***
"Incendio" Both me and Ron sat in the living room of the burrow, the warm surroundings making me forget what happened the night before. The only other word that could describe this place was home.
The train ride home had been awful, everyone mourning over the death of Dumbledore. The air had been melancholy in the flying car as well, nobody daring to utter a word. I placed my wand on the kitchen cabinet before settling into the small, what is supposed to be red, armchair, staring absentmindedly into the flames.
"We could have done more, we should have done more" Ron angry voice startled me from my daze.
"I know, Ron. But thinking like that wont bring him back"
"Don't you dare soeak like that" great, what have i done now?
"Speak like what?"
"Like you have a right to miss him! You spend all your time reading books you hardly knew the bloak"
"Its not like you knew him any better than me, just drop it Ron" he was always doing this, looking for a scape goat to blame everything on. I got up and made my way upstairs, walking into his room and hoping he would get the message and leave me alone. But of course he didn't.
"No I wont just 'drop it' It's your fault he's dead! You could have done more; you should have noticed the warning signs! This is your fault" Ron slammed the bedroom door behind him, creating a band loud enough to scare the gnomes in the garden away. I wasn't bothered by his obvious anger, I found it more pathetic really.
"Really Ron! Have you heard yourself? I couldn't have stopped Dumbledores death anymore than you could have! It's not my fault Voldemort ordered Malfoy to kill him!"
"You're the smart one! Mayby if you kept your head out of a book for once you'd realise that theres a war going on around you!" He was walking closer, trying to be intimidating, but failing miserably. Im not scared of him anymore than a cornish pixie, the ginger oafs been nothing but annoying recently.
"Mayby if you kept your tounge out of random girls throats you would notice whats happening right in front of you!"
"Why do you care about who I kiss? Its none of your business! You'd think you were jealous" I faltered a little at his words; how dare he accuse me of being jealous, he's the one wasting all his time playing tonsil hockey rather than studying. "Thats it! Your jealoys arent you?" There was a malicious gleam in his stupid brown eyes, one Ive never seen before, "Ill give you something to be jealous of, you insufferable know it all"
The next thing I knew I was pinned down on his bed, his hands pinning my wrists above my head hard enough to leave bruises, my legs pinned down by his waiste.
"Get of me Ron, let me go!" His lips crashed against mine, the force making me gasp. He forced his tounge into my mouth, his breathe tasted disgusting, did he ever brush his teeth? I tried moving my head away from him, but his vice like grip on me was unwavering, bruises already forming on my wrists, so I bit down on his tounge, hard enough to draw blood.
"You stupid bitch! You want this, don't lie to me" blood tinged the corner of his mouth, making fear slowly leak into my mind. I tried to kick out at him, but he was already stradling my legs, I had no way of getting him off of me.  I felt my tears drip onto my cheeks, bluring my vision slightly. He grabbed both my wrists with one hand, using his other to strike me across the face, leaving a red hand shaped print on my cheek.
"L-let me go, this isn't you Ron" his eyes were unwavering, his hand ripping open my shirt "Please Ron, get of me, I don't want to do this" I tried pulling my hands free again, only to have him tighted his grip. His other hand ripping of my bra. "Ron let me go. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP, PLEASE" My crys were useless, everyone was out either shopping or playing quiditch. I felt his other hand reach for my belt, which is when I really started to panic "Please Ron get off me, this isn't you please don't do this"
He got my belt free, roughly pulling it out the loops before taking his own off.
"NO, please no, please Ron stop this" he pulled down his trousers, removing mine next "Ron please stop, I don't want to, please just stop" tears  streaked down my cheeks, I don't want this and I'm terrified, my heart beating against my ribs, breathe coming in short panicked gasps. "Please Ron I don't want to"
His eyes scared me the most, dark and void of all emotions appart from lust, the disgusting thing was etched across his whole face. I wanted nothing more than to kick out, hurt him and run but he was too strong, too powerful. If only I brought my wand- it was still sitting downstairs on the kitchen cabinet.
"Ron this isn't you, please stop this" but it's too late, my cries for help useless. I felt his hand reach down and rip off my underwear, pushing his down his legs.
I screwed my eyes up tight, tears still forcing their way out my eyes. All fight had left me, so I lay still hoping for it to be over soon.
                             ***
He finally rolled off me, my eyes red from tears and my throat sore from screaming. My whole body hurt, I wanted to throw up, disgusted with myself.
Mayby if i fought harder, said no more firmly or wore less revealing clothes. I waited for his breathing to even out, then for his small snores to fill the room before slipping his arm of my waist. My feet were shaking, my legs like jellt from the pain.
I pulled on the remains of ripped clothes before hobbling to Ginnys room to get some of hers.
Tears still rolled down my cheeks, my eyes red from crying, and a bruise forming on my cheek from where he hit me.
I made my way downstairs, grabbing my wand of the counter before running as fast as I could out the backdoor. Making my way across the wasteland that was his backyard, I heard Arthurs car overhead so i dived into the bushes, hoping they didnt see me.  I felt dirt and water seem through Ginnys pink top, making my stomach hurt more with the cold.
I watched them as they filled into the house, taking in their apperances for what I would hope to be the last time.
I wanted to get away, as far away from here as possible, away from this damn curse. I wanted to give him as much pain as he gave me.
So I ran, I ran as far away as possible, my mind running as fast as me feet, stomping my way through dirty puddles. When I was sure I was far enough away I apparated, my destination clear in my mind.

A/n...
This was a really hard chapter for me to write because I wrote it from my own personal experiences, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Please feel free to comment on any mistakes, as in the end it will only make me a better writer. Thank yoh for reading 💚💚