The Love Lagoon: A Dramione Lovestory

One

Hermione

My vision blacked in and out as I felt Ron's fists punch me all over my body, rendering it black and blue. I then vaguely heard his belt being unbuckled, then his fly being unzipped. 

My legs were roughly shoved open, and his cock being shoved into my ass. I had no more will left to fight. What was the point? He would just beat me to a pulp yet again. He grunted and groaned like a pig as he thrust rapidly in and out of my ass. 

Then I heard him stiffen, and he grunted softly, "LavLav." He came in a rushing torrent, and he pulled out of me, rudely spraying my back with the rest of his cum.

I heard him leave, and go into the bathroom to get cleaned up. My eyesight came back to me. I was lying on the plush rug by the Queen sized rickety bed that I shared with Ron. I could feel my body at this point, and everything felt sore to me. I would have bruises and pain for a long time after this beating, I could feel it.

I curled up into a ball, and waited for Ron to get dressed and leave. But before he did, he spit right in my face. "Yeah, lay right there my little mudblood whore. I'll be back in a jiffy. If you move, I'll fucking kill you."

He slammed the front door behind him, and I burst into sobbing gasps. I never knew what the hell was wrong with Ron lately...

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I managed to crawl around on the floor, knowing that I was getting blood all over everything. I did not give a fuck by this point. I made my way to the bathroom, and dragged my body into the shower. I used wandless magic to turn the faucet knob to hot. I let the shower water soothe me, and some strength I didn't know that I had welled up inside of me, and I stripped my torn work suit off of me, and let the heat from the shower soothe my muscles.

Slowly, but surely, the pain receded, and I was able to stand up on shaky legs to wash my hair and body. I even shaved with my razor. I brushed my teeth, flossed, and looked in the mirror.

A scarred, beaten woman looked back at me with hollow hazel eyes. A rage washed over me. I felt my magic shimmer around me, and I pulled it back in before I destroyed everything. 

"No, fuck it," I murmured aloud.

No, I would not kill him, death was too good for the bastard. I packed up what I could in my new, sleek black purse that I enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm. When my personal effects were all packed away. I took off my bridal set.

I stepped outside my flat, and pointed my wand at my home for five years. The place was a shithole, always had been, but Ron had insisted that we live on his income. I was stupid and naive enough to go along with whatever he wanted. Well, fuck that, I would live the way I always wanted...

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"Incendio," I cast with my wand. I tossed my bridal set into the flames when the fire was big enough, and found a hidden spot to apparate from. I decided to go to Ginny and Harry's. They had a house full of kids, but I was sure that they had a guest room that I could use. 

When I got there, I knocked on the front door, and Ginny answered the door. She took one look at my face, and wordlessly let me in. She didn't have to be told what happened: she understood, because it was not the first time that I had to come here seeking sanctuary from Ron's brutish fists. 

Ginny fixed us both tea, and I sat across from her at the kitchen table. "How bad was it this time?"

I told her everything, and Ginny began to cry. "Merlin's beard. I never thought he would progress to rape. I'm so sorry, Min."

"Yeah," I said, sniffling. I blew my nose on a tissue. "Do you think I could stay here until I get another apartment squared away?"

Ginny reached across the table to pat my hands. "Of course. You don't need to ask, what are sisters for, after all?"

I cringed at that. "Please don't remind me that I have to face that abusive prick in court."

Ginny sighed sadly. "I'm sorry. I only meant it as it pertains to our friendship. Do you think that he will really try to kill you?"

I nodded. "He seemed dead serious about it."

"That settles it then, I will have Harry's aurors protect you at all times," Ginny said firmly. "No buts. My brother will have his due, I promise you that, Hermione. But until you are free of Ron, I must insist that you have guards when you go to work and such."

I knew that there was no point in arguing with my sister in law on this. She was a lioness when it came to protecting her kids, and she extended that to me. I was so grateful to her in that moment. 

I went to my guest bedroom, and freshened up. I later helped Ginny make dinner, and I was thankful that Albus Severus and Luna wasn't home from Hogwarts, because I didn't want to have to have their parents shoo their kids out of the room so that the adults could talk about my abuse at Ron Weasley's hands.

Ginny and I told Harry what happened, and he smashed a glass against the wall in his rage. His green eyes blazed with a rage that did not surprise me, but Ginny was a little disturbed by it. 

"Ginny, may I speak to Hermione alone, please?" Harry asked. 

"Sure. I'll just clean this up."
"I'm sorry, Gin."

"It's okay, I want to hex his balls off too," Ginny chuckled...

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When we retired to his study, Harry locked it behind him, and cast a muffilato charm on it. He kissed me lightly, and held me close. 

"He found out, didn't he?" Harry asked. I wordlessly nodded.

Harry let go of me, and he hit his desk hard. "Fuck. It's no excuse for what he did, though. I can't help for what I feel for you, Min."

I went to Harry, and rubbed his back. "I know. But it's probably not wise to continue this...what we have."

"Even when we have a son together, Hermione?" Harry asked. I wished he wouldn't bring up Albus Severus. But I suppose it needed to be said after all this time. "You know it would devastate Ginny if she knew that her baby died on the operating table."

I nodded. "I know. But Ron saw the text you sent me, the one that invited me out to that new romcom movie. He smashed my phone, and did what he did."

Harry swore. "I should have had you guarded from day one. I only married Ginny because it was expected of me, same as you with Ron."

"Yeah. But I thought he loved me."
"I won't tell Ginny about our son."

"I know. But in time, you should tell Albus," I reasoned. "I love you, Harry, but it's probably best if we aren't together."

"You're right."
"But?"
"May I? Just one night?"

I blushed, and nodded. He led me to the guest bedroom, and there, we made sweet, tender love. In the beginning, it was very hard, because I kept flashing back to Ron's brutal treatment of me, but when Harry obiliviated those parts of my memories, I just revelled in being with Harry, and losing myself in him for hours, until he left me to join Ginny in their bed...