Ron staggered into the kitchen drunk with a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hands. His clothes were soiled as if he had spent the day rolling in mud and the stink of alcohol reeked from every pore of his body. His ginger hair was rumpled and greasy; the site of him made Hermione's nose crinkle. "Where is my dinner, bitch?" Her roared at the top of his lungs as if he was talking over a crowd of people, but there was nobody there but them.
"It is almost done, dear. I am just adding the finishing touches," Hermione rushed to finish the chicken casserole she had just taken out of the oven.
"I told you I wanted dinner on the table by 5:30."
"It's only 5:32, sweetheart. Rose had a little accident in the living room earlier this afternoon, and I swear I was cleaning up ink for at least a half an hour. Why don't you just go upstairs and clean yourself up while I finish setting the table?"
Ron slumped his way over to where Hermione was standing and stuck his face right next to hers. She suppressed a gag as the smell of him assaulted her nostrils. "You don't like the way I look?" He growled threateningly.
"Now, don't start that. You know I didn't mean it like –"
"Am I not handsome enough for you? Am I not sexy enough to please you?"
"Oh, Ron, don't start. I didn't mean it like that. You look fine, just go sit down." Hermione picked up the casserole and made her way to the table, only to be stopped by Ron's big burly arm as it knocked the dish upward, sending hot steamy noodles all over Hermione's face and glass crashing all over the floor. She gasped and rushed to get the burning stuff off of her.
"Nobody bloody bosses me around!" Ron's hand flew to his robes, where he retrieved his wand. "Nobody, especially a useless bitch like you, tells me what to DO!" He grabbed Hermione by the throat and started to grope her until he found her wand that was hidden in the breast pocket of her jacket. He flung it across the room.
"Ron, get your hands off of me! Please! Be reasonable about this –"
"Oh, are you saying I can't touch you now? You are my WIFE, Hermione; I can touch you anytime I want." He threw her onto the ground, causing the glass to crunch under the weight of her body. "I am sick and tired of you bossing me around!" He delivered a punch to her face.
"Ron, please! Stop!" Hermione lay defenseless on the floor as punch after cruel punch was executed by the man that she thought she loved. She held back screams, knowing that her darling Rose was asleep in the other room and that screaming would wake her child up.
"Please, Ron, PLEASE!" Hermione thrashed and kicked, trying to get the massive man off of her.
"I am going to make you love me, Hermione. I want you to feel the love I have for you." He roughly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it away. This time, Hermione's lips issued a horrifying screech. Rose woke up from her slumber, and the night was mixed with the screams of Rose and Hermione and the grunts of pleasure from Ron.