A/N:When you feel like a little kid^ [I don't know I was listening to this while writing this.]
Hermione apparated to the brand-new Potter house, slightly out of breath, and was immediately bombarded with the smell of cinnamon and other spices. Harry, growing up in a muggle house but treated like a servant, liked small joys like scented candles and fresh food. And Ginny, well she had definitely inherited her father's curiosity of muggle items.
A redheaded beauty with a slim figure ran up to Hermione.
"Hermione! I'm so glad you could make it! Come, you're the last person to arrive." Ginny practically dragged Hermione to the living room, to a sight of many, many redheaded people.
Charlie, Bill, George, Ron, and the Weasely parents were all there, along with Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom. The only who wasn't there was Fred, who was still missed dearly.
"Hi Hermoine!" Harry embraced Hermione, and Hermione grinned. But she had to pull away, as she knew Ron was very jealous. Though she hadn't told anyone, Ron had beat her up when she had gone to a casual dinner with Harry, as friends. She couldn't stand up to him, as they had known each other for so long. She still had scratched on her back that she his with spells and makeup.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her into the kitchen. "Hermione, guess what!" Based on the way Ginny gently rubbed her hand on her stomach, Hermione had a pretty good idea.
"Oh my god, no way! I'm so happy for you guys Ginny!"
"I was wondering if you would be willing to be the grandmother."
"Of course! I'll love him/her/them as my own." Hermione hugged Ginny.
"Speaking of..." Ginny wink wink nudge nudged Hermione. "Any news with Ron?" Hermione's expression soured.
"About that...Ginny, can I trust you with something that you can't tell ANYONE?"
Ginny furrowed her brows. "Of course..."
Hermione took a deep breath and looked down. "And please don't get mad with me either."
"Okay..."
"Ginny, the thing is, Ron abuses me." She peeked up, and saw that Ginny hadn't responded, so she continued on.
"He scratched me and hits me, leaving marks everywhere that I hide with spells. And he also forces me to have sex with him, and punishes me if I don't want to."
Ginny growled. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"Ginny..."
"How dare he hurt such a pure soul?"
"Ginny, please promise me that you won't tell anyone, including Ron."
She took several deep breaths and finally nodded. "Of course. But what are you going to do about the tattoo?"
"Actually, that's the other thing. He isn't my soulmate. But today, I found out who is."
Ginny tilted her head, confused. "Then who...?" It was at that moment that Ron walked in."
"Oi, Hermoine, can you come upstairs with me for a second?" Hermione knew exactly why Ron wanted her to go upstairs, and after looking at Ginny, Hermione knew that Ginny knew why as well. Ginny narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything.
Through gritted teeth, Ron emphasized. "Hermione, it's kind of urgent." Hermione held back a sign and followed him into the closet with the expression of a kicked puppy. Did he really only want her for her body? Did he not truly love her?
He locked the door of the closet apparated them into the Burrow, where no one was home as everyone was in the Potter house. But just in case, Ron dragged her into his bedroom, snatched her wand, locked the door, and put up silence charms. Hermione's suspicions were correct.
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Ron locked her wand in a case, as usual, and turned to Hermione with hunger in his eyes. He pushed her into the wall, hurting her in the process but not caring, and kissed her ferociously.
He then picked her up and threw her into the bed and climbed on top of her, roughly biting her in the neck, sure to leave a hickey. He ripped off her dress, leaving her lying naked on the bed.
Ron licked his lips and started roughly sucking on her soft sensitive nipples. He ripped off his clothes as well and shoved his sword in her mouth, telling her to suck it. Hermione knew that she would be roughly punished if he didn't enjoy this, so she had to comply. She licked the sides from the bottom to the top and lightly sucked the top.
"Harder!" Ron grunted like some restarted monkey and shoved it into her mouth, making her do dizzy from air loss, and so she went harder. When he was satisfied with that, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust himself in to the hilt, not giving her inside time to adjust. She tried not the scream in pain and instead just moaned, knowing that would satisfy him.
He pulled in and out faster and faster, and she moaned unwillingly. Finally, he was done and pulled out, but not before squeezing her ass. [Yes, I know that I switched between American and British curses.]
He pushed her off the bed onto the floor. "Get out"
Hermione scampered and put her dress on, fixed her hair, and grabbed her wand after Ron unlocked the case.
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She apparated back into the closet and went to find Ginny, who was in the kitchen preparing the rest of the food.
"Hermione are you okay?" Ginny whisper-demanded.
Hermione shook her head. "Can you please just tell them I went home because I didn't feel well?"
Ginny nodded her head, obviously irritated. "You should break up with that bastard."
Hermione didn't say anything and just sighed before apparating to her apartment. Then she broke down into year.
The tears just kept flowing without stopping, and shook uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming over. "Hermione? Are you okay?"
Crap. She had forgotten that Draco was still in her house.
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