One: Heartbreak Hotel
Hermione
Softness...pain...a pain in my arms, and all around my body; this is all that I can feel as I see only shades of grayness in my field of vision. How long have I been lying here? I heard the zip of jeans, and smelled the onions and nicotine on Ron's hot breath.
"Next time, if you had put out more we wouldn't have to do this shit, wouldn't we?" Ron demanded of me. What was he talking about? My brain was in a fog. "Wouldn't we? WOULDN'T WE??" He began screaming in my face, and then I felt his fists slam into my abdomen, and I felt the fragile cartilage of my nose break. Then I felt another blow to the head, and I knew no more for hours...
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Four Hours Before...
De Angelo's was where me and Ron decided a year ago to begin dating just a bare four months after the Battle of Hogwarts. At the time, it seemed like a dream come true, especially after that amazing, toe curling kiss in the Chamber of Secrets after we destroyed Helga Hufflepuff's prized golden chalice. I felt that we both needed the kiss to celebrate, and it had felt like we were destined to be together.
But after a year, the magic slowly died, and Ron began drinking alcohol, hard stuff like tequila, vodka, and then he paired that with cigarettes. He said that he did it because he 'couldn't cope,' with losing Fred and everything, but it was because he was weak, selfish, and childishly insecure. Then he began to gradually take out his problems on me; it wasn't an overnight thing, or I would have left a long time ago. But I felt guilty, (mostly placed there by Ron himself), that he had no real place to go. I had taken him in when even Harry and Ginny couldn't stand him.
Where would he go? Where would he be without me? The answer was simply that he would be living on the streets. When I would bring this up in fights, Ron ended up hitting me until I complied with letting him live in my house, mooching off of me. But I have always felt responsible for him, and his mom always made me feel like it was my duty to 'stand by my wizard,' no matter what; that is why I won't leave.
But hopefully, this date will fix a lot of things. I love him and I want to make things right between us. I know that I can be bossy and demanding, but gods, I work, and do all that I can for Ron. Why is it not enough for him?
I wore a nice sleek black dress with cute capped sleeves, and it covered my legs, so I wasn't aiming to look sleazy by any means, this was a date with my boyfriend, not some random hook up. The reservations were for eight, but Ron was running a bit late. But then again, he was never a punctual person even in school.
Twenty minutes into waiting for Ron, he showed up, and he reeked of cigarettes. He was dressed like a rapper, and immediately I was turned off. "Hey, baby," Ron slurred. "Are we a goin' to th' restaurant?"
"Yes, Ron, we are already running late," I said. We set off, and thank Merlin, I decided to drive, because Ron was in no shape to disapparate.
We got to De Angelos, and we were seated after fifteen minutes. Ron began ordering drinks left and right. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't want to get into a fight with him in the restaurant.
Ron ordered liver and onions, while I had lasagne. As always, he ate like a pig, and whenever he ate, I always questioned whether being with him was the best decision I ever made.
"Ron, I want to talk about us," I began. He glared at me, and dared me to talk further. I cleared my throat, and continued, "I...I think we should break up. We--"
"Excuse me?" Ron asked. "What about my needs? You know I need to live with you. I've got no where to live but with you, baby. Mione' come on. I've been good to you, right? We're good, I've told you that."
"But Ron, we're growing apart and--"
Ron slammed his fork down on the table. "But nothing! We're together, and that's it. Or are you breaking up with me to fuck around?"
"No, it's not that, it's--"
"We're leaving. Now."
I began to cry. "But Ronald, it's our anniversary, and--"
He slapped me across the table, and began punching me. The employees kicked us out, and I had no choice but to pay for everything, and drive us home. Then hell broke loose as we began to fight, and I got a few punches in before Ron did the unthinkable and tried to rape me.
"Ron, no! No, please!!" I pleaded. "Please don't."
Ron was giggling like a mad man, and he advanced on me, and ripped my dress off, and I felt an unbearable pain as I felt him rape my ass. He strangled me as he was raping me, and when he pulled out, he threw me on the bed, and I must have had some fight left in me, because I scratched his face with my nails.
"FUCKING MUDBLOOD BITCH!!" Ron bellowed, and his fist connected with my nose, and it broke instantly. "THIS WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO FUCK WITH YOUR BETTERS!!!"
He raped me again, and he pulled out, finishing all over my face. "Next time, if you had put out more we wouldn't have to do this shit, wouldn't we?" Ron demanded of me. What was he talking about? My brain was in a fog. "Wouldn't we? WOULDN'T WE??" He began screaming in my face, and then I felt his fists slam into my abdomen, and I felt the fragile cartilage of my nose break further. Then I felt another blow to the head, and I knew no more for hours...
