A Battle Of Lovers (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Rejection

Panic struck Hermione still before she saw the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive. Just unconscious.

"I could've dealt with him myself you know," Bella joked, grinning broadly at the sight of her lover.

"I just didn't want you to get hurt," she blushed furiously and looked down at the floor. "What was he doing here anyway?" She indicated the unconscious lump at their front door.

"He said he was looking for you. Seemed surprise to find me here. And even more surprised when I told him," Bella smirked cheekily, and Hermione's heart faltered.

"Told him what exactly?" Hermione asked, slidding closer to Bellatrix.

"That we live together," Bella giggled.

"Well, that was awfully bad of you," Hermione purred. "Whatever shall we do about that?"

"Whatever you want," Bella winked suggestively.

Leaving Ron lying unconscious at their front door, they retreated into the bedroom.

***

Ron awoke to find himself sprawled on the floor at Hermione's door. His head pounded painfully, and when he reaches up to rub it, he found it was wet with blood.

As he sat up, his head spun dangerous, and he propped himself against the front door.

At first sight, the house appeared empty, but then his stomach twisted as he heard gentle moans from somewhere in the house.

"You like that, don't you Mione?" he heard the voice purr suggestively and the moaning increased.

The thought of what they were doing in there made Ron feel sick. He couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

"You want your turn now?" her voice said in that tone made the sickening feeling even worse. He heard giggles and a shift of movement.

Then the moaning began again, but from a different mouth. The moaning increased in volume until Ron could longer take it.

He stood up, ignoring the horrible feeling as blood rushed from his head. No caring how loud he was, he made his way in the direction of the moaning.

It paused for a moment and he stiffened. But it then proceeded to continue, and he growled angrily.

He stormed to the bedroom and burst in the door. Shrieks of surprise issued at both women tired to cover themselves up and hid what they had been doing.

"Stop it!" he shouted. "It's not right! Just stop it!"

Both women glared at him. Bella's eyes clouded with fire, Hermione's eyes were so full of hatred that it burnt him to the core.

"This is OUR house," snarled Hermione, attempting to neaten up her bushy hair which had been made haywire by her time alone with Bella. "We can do whatever we want!"

"If you have a problem with it, Weasley," Bella spat, moving suggestively closer to Hermione with an evil glint in her eyes. "You can leave."

He stood in the doorway, glaring at the pair of them. "Mione, I need to talk to you," his eyes darted to Bella. "Alone."

Hermione looked at Bella, then back to Ron. "Whatever you have to say," she replied firmly. "You can say in front of Bella. We have no secrets."

Ron glared coldly at Bella, who grinned cheekily back. "Go on, Weasel. Talk away, I'll just sit here and not say a word." She mimicked an innocent schoolchild and put her finger on her lips.

"I.. err.. well.. I," Ron stuttered, glancing nervously at Bella. "I would feel more comfortable if she wasn't here."

"Well, she is staying, and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Hermione snapped. "Now, what did you want to say?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the Burrow.." he mumbled, continuing to glance at Bella, who remained emotionless.

"What about it? I made my choice, and you can't change that," Hermione stated bluntly, her cold voice pierced his heart.

"I just.. wanted you to know.. to understand.. why I did it. And I meant what I said. Really," he murmured.

"That doesn't change anything. I love Bella, not you, Ronald," Hermione shrugged. "And if that is all you wanted to say, you might as well leave. You see, me and Bella were in the middle of something, before you so rudely interrupted."

"Yes, fine," Ron murmured angrily. "Whatever." He turned to leave. "But just so you know," he couldn't stop himself adding. "I'll always love you." And with that, he left.