Foolish Hearts

Two

Ron's Pov...

Where the hell was his damn dinner?! Ten PM. The slut should have been home from 'work,' hours ago. Yeah, work. Who the hell would hire little, bossy, know it all, Hermione Granger? Not him, that's for sure. He rummaged around in the medicine cabinet for more Percocet. He really needed to get more weed and be more natural, these muggle pills were just damned awful.

The London flat that he bought with Hermione was near Piccadilly circus, which was close to the Ministry of Magic. But he had no desire to work after the war, his depression was just too much, and alcohol helped him to forget...even about his stupid childhood phobia of spiders, temporarily.

He kicked aside some empty beer cans and liquor bottles in the bedroom. The flat was once nice, pristine even, but over four years of living in his hell had made him not care. All he saw was darkness. Why should his living space be any different? He was no longer alive. Voldemort might as well have put the killing curse on him as well as Fred.

He went into the bathroom, and that was still pristine and clean. He lifted up the toilet lid and took out his small cock. The urine that came out was piddling at most. It was ingrained discipline over the years that made him put the lid down and flush his colorless urine down the drain more than actual desire on his part.

If he had looked in the mirror, he would have seen a balding red headed wizard with a nasty pot belly, flabby legs, and a wild, crazed look in his blue eyes that was blood shot. His hair was long and stringy, and he smelled like something died.

He opened up the medicine cabinet and looked through his drugs: Percocet, valium, thorazine, xanax, lithium, even a vial of high grade blow. All of this was in alphabetical order, and immaculately organized. And why not? They were his best friends now, they kept the spiders and demons away.

He palmed some valium and Zoloft, and cupped some water from the sink to help him swallow it. Ron gripped the countertop as the effects of the pills calmed his mood. He stripped off his tank top and underwear, and saw in the shower...blood? Was that blood in the corner?

No, it couldn't be. The slut kept this room immaculately clean. He knelt down and touched his finger to the blood. Hermione's blood. He shrugged. Well, it was just one more reason to beat the crap out of her. He took a shower and cleaned it up.

He went to his closet and got out some clothes. Yep, it was time to go to knockturn alley again. He needed a willing whore to slake his lust, and more liquor; the two almost seemed to go hand in hand these days. But just before he could get out the door, green flames erupted from his fireplace and Harry Potter, along with George, and Ginny stepped out of the fireplace one by one.

Harry Potter came out first, wand pointed out at Ron. Ron barely got his wand out in time for Harry to yell, "Expelliarmus!"

His wand went flying into the trash heap that was his livingroom, and Ron put up his hands, and cowered.

Ginny's face was contorted with rage. "Incarcerous!"

Ropes materialized out of Ginny's wand and wrapped themselves tightly around him. Ron tried to struggle, but they only tightened around him even more like a vice.

George punched him in his face, and carried him bodily to the couch. Harry looked down at him, and asked in a deceptively calm voice, "Where is Hermione, Ron?"

"I...I don't know, mate," Ron said, "Why don't you ask her? I saw how you two were when we were hunting horcruxes. You couldn't keep your eyes off her."

Ginny smacked him hard in the face. "You bloody idiot! Hermione never once cheated on you. The only wizard she probably would have cheated on you with is dead. She told me!"

"Enough, Gin," George put in. "The idiot doesn't know where Hermione is. And frankly, wherever she is, she's better off. I'm taking you to mum. It's about damn time you learned to never hit girls."

Harry Potter shook his head, and cried, "No. We're taking him to St. Mungo's."

Both Weasley brother and sister looked at the black haired, green eyed wizard with shock. "But Harry, we agreed--"

Ginny began, but Harry said firmly, "No, Ginny! Your mum has always spoiled and treated Ron like a baby. How long will it be before he is hitting and...and raping her again?! How long before she is a rack of bones again, Ginny? George? I want Ron out of Hermione's life."

George nodded, agreeing, "He's right, Ginny. Brother or not, Ron needs real help, not a slap on the hand from mum and dad."

Ginny turned on her brother and husband. "But...but George, he's...our brother!"

Harry said, "Do you really want Ron to find Hermione, and continue to abuse and rape her?"

Ginny looked to Ron, who was blubbering in his own tears, and peeing his pants. She then looked to her husband, and sighed, resigned. "No, I'm sorry Harry. You're right. We can look for Hermione later. I just hope that wherever she is, someone is taking very good care of her."

Harry nodded, and they knocked Ron Weasley unconscious, and took him to St. Mungos wizarding hospital. When Ron was placed in a padded cell after being admitted by both his brother and sister, Harry Potter resolved to find Hermione, wherever she was, and to care for her as she always cared for him as the sister he never had...