His breath was warm, yet his touch cold on her skin; he meant nothing to her. Years ago they had been the perfect couple, the best of friends but that seemed to all change. In a heartbeat her feelings for him deteriated; he was just there.
"Hermione! Get your fucking fat arse down here now!" a tall-skinny red-head boy called up a set of rickety old stairs. Banding on the wall when there was no reply, he continued, "Don't make me come up there and get you bitch!"
"Ronald what do you want now?" a tired voice replied as a young woman with almost untameable hair slowly descended the stairs clearly in pain.
"It doesn't matter what the fuck I want bitch! Just get your fat arse down here now!" he continued to scream back at her, slowly going red in the face as she hobbled down the stairs, "Hurry the fuck up! I haven't got all fucking day!"
"Ron I can't go any faster, it hurts too much. I'm sorry," Hermione whispered as tears fell down her face, "I'm so sorry Ron," and as she reached the bottom step she felt his hand grab hold of her arms.
Settling on the usual bruises, his fingers dug in as he pushed her roughly against the wall, "You come when you're called bitch."
Murmuring her agreement, Hermione looked at her feet, "I'm sorry Ron. It hurts to move. I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to upset you."
"Look at me bitch!" Ron yelled in her face and shook her until her eyes met his face, "I don't care for you fucking filthy excuses! You'll be more obedient in the future."
Releasing her arm, he raised his fist and sent it ploughing into her face. His fist flew again and again into her face; the onslaught of pain rippling through her body in waves of despair. When his arms grew tired; he pushed her weak, battered body to the floor and repetitively rammed his foot into her. He kicked her in the face, in the stomach, in the back; almost endlessly only growing angrier with her tears and pleas to stop.
"You fucking bitch! You fucking fuck! I hate you, you fucking whore! You mean nothing to me! Hear that bitch? Nothing!" he raged at her silent sobs as she lay helplessly beaten by his feet. "You don't fucking deserve nothing! Not the dirt beneath my shoes! You always took everything, was always the smartest, but look at you now bitch! You are nothing!"
Still lying defeated at his feet, a feverish light appeared in Hermione's eyes. For the past two years he had been treating her like this and telling her he loved her and it was all her fault, now she wanted him gone. She was tired of his abusive ways; she wanted to see the back of him as he walked out the door. She wanted to tell her friend what he had done to her; to show them the bruises on her skin. A slight smile played on her lips as she thought what they would do to him, only he saw it.
"What the fuck are you smiling at bitch? Does a beating excite you that much? You fucking twisted whore!" he raged at her before stalking off into another room, slamming the door after his passage.
Closing her eyes in relief, Hermione took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Her body ached all over and she could feel her own warm blood on her face. Wincing with every movement, she slowly pushed herself off the floor and leant heavily on the wall. Breathing heavily, she looked and her scraped hands and muttered, "I'm not nothing am I?"