A/n: Hey it's me again. I have posted this story before and didn't get any reviews for it *sigh* but I tried again. I took that as a sign to redo. So I have redone this story, and added some to it. Please Review and leave input. I'm working on getting a beta, so ignore the grammar.

Disclaimer: I do not ABSOLUTELY do not own Harry Potter. If I did, the Epilogue would have been better, and Draco and Hermione would have been together, so until then just try to enjoy a J.K Rowling wanna be.

The summer after the Golden Trio's 6th year wasn't exactly as blissful as it was intended. With Voldemort dead, everyone assumed that their lives would be returned to their conventional ways of living, but it was nothing as such. The entire summer was spent grieving over lost loved ones, and rebuilding the Wizarding World back to its formal glory. Hogwarts was top priority. With only 2 months to reconstruct the magical learning environment, every Order member will have had a hand in being able to send Harry, Hermione, Ron, and every other member of the Hogwarts student body back for another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

With only two weeks until the start of their 7th year, Harry and Hermione went to the burrow to spend the last of their holiday with the Weasley family, but after having lost Fred it were anything but enjoyable. Time seemed to have stoped for the Weasley family. Molly cooked to pass the time, Arthur spent his time engulfed in fixing tainted muggle objects, and almost everyone else spent their time moping around, depressed, and never speaking to one another. But George and Ginny had other things in mind. They spent every bit of their time trying to cheer everyone else up. They both knew that Fred would have never wanted them to mourn for months, and that he was probably annoying the hell out of Mad Eye with his games and partying away on the dance floor with NymphadoraTonks.

No one listened though. Not one soul. The worst was Ron, who had started drinking, and his rising temper was causing everyone concern. Hermione stayed by him though, but there was only so much she could take. She tried everything to get him off the bottle because she loved him, and she only wanted the best for him. Before the war, she had dreamed of getting married and having kids, but now her solitary concern was sobering Ron up before school started back.

As she was sitting on the couch playing wizard chess with Harry and Ginny, Ron staggered over to her with a smile on his face. "Hey Her..mi..one…," she could tell he was drunk, but was astonished that he was actually grinning for once, "will you please help me pack. You know that I never can remember everything, and I will probably forget something without you." Ron gave Hermione the most innocent face he could, knowing that packing was the last thing on his mind.

Hermione couldn't say no to that face, so she bid Ginny and Harry a good night before following her boyfriend up the stairs, but as soon as her foot hit the first step she knew it had been a mistake. Ron jerked her arm harshly and began to heave her up the stairs. The smile that once plastered his face was now hidden behind his drunken stupor. Hermione cringed as he pulled harder and harder up the countless floors of the Weasley Burrow. They were headed towards the attic, and Hermione knew that even without magic, it was sound proof from any noise escaping out or entering in.

"Ron, your family is down stairs! What if one of them walks up here and see us. Please Ron, we shouldn't be up here." Hermione pleaded with Ron to let go of her arm, and let her return to the safety of the red headed Weasley family, but her pleading only made Ron's temper increase to its magnitude.

She immediately started to regret the decision to think he had changed. Why would he. The only reason Ron kept her around was to hit on when he was stressed, and he knew in his heart he didn't have love or anything else for that matter for her anymore. But even after everything, she still forgives and forgets, but now she's being to think that maybe she forgives people to easily. Especially Ron. In her heart, she holds on to the faded memory of Ron before Fred died, so she can never blame him for the things he does. She knows he loves her…loved her. She sure doesn't feel loved anymore, but in her mind he was grieving and couldn't be left alone in his state of mind, even through the slaps and punches, she stayed, never derailing.

The Burrow used to be a safe haven for Hermione, but now it was just another disappointment. Everyone seems so oblivious to what Ron does to her, but she thinks they choose to ignore it. The all mighty war hero could never do such a thing, but at least Harry was there. Harry didn't know that Ron abused her, in fact, he didn't have a single clue about it. Hermione covered all her bruises with spells, and magic creams, but even the most intensive spells couldn't take away her emotional pain. She wanted so badly to tell someone about everything that she was going through, but her pain was nothing compared to the incurable pain that the once ebullient Weasley family was suffering with. So for now, she would keep it to herself.

Hermione twisted and turned trying to escape her boyfriend's forceful grasp, and finally broke free. She dashed away as prompt as she could, but he jerked her by the hair and pulled her back to his grasp.

"Fuck, Hermione! Quit fucking bitching and do as I say," Ron attempted to keep his voice down so that no one with nosy ears heard, but even though he wasn't yelling, Hermione still felt as though he had screamed in her face. Ron pushed her against the cold wall, and began to ravish every inch of her open skin.

"Why Ron do you do this to me. What have I ever done to you for you to treat me like a slave? I thought you loved me, but am I wrong?" Hermione mumbled. Searching his eyes for emotion, but there was none, just emptiness.

"Look Hermione, you know by now that I don't love you. I haven't loved you in awhile, but you are fun to keep around. " Hermione began to wail, but Ron quickly put his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. He quickly looked into her eyes and whispered, " if you truly loved me, you would shut the hell up!" Hermione stopped crying and quietly sobbed to herself. Ron took his hand off her mouth and began to rip her clothes off, but Hermione knew where this was rapidly heading, so she attempted one last helpless plea.

"Ron, I love *sniff* you, but please *sniff* not now," she implored between her whimpers.

*SMACK*

Ron hit Hermione with so much force that she was knocked completely out. He looked over what he had done and felt no remorse. He was actually glad that she was quiet now. He wouldn't have to listen to her whimpers about how he didn't love her, but what did she expect? To Ron, their relationship ended when he found his new toy Lavender, but what Hermione didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He turned and walked back down the stairs to where Harry and his little sister were playing chess.

Putting a fake smile on his face, he walked over to his best friend, " Hey mate, do you mind if I join?" Harry noted that Ron smile looked oddly forced, but decided to just store it to the back of his mind and ask Ginny about it later. Ginny gave Harry a 'I know what your thinking' look, and grabbed Harry's handrubbing it with her thumb. She knew first hand that Ron was hard to be around, but she can only imagine how Hermione did it everyday.

After an agonizing hour of Harry and Ron playing wizard chess each alternating wins, Ron finally retired for the night leaving Ginny and Harry to discuss previous events. After making sure that no one could hear them, they sat in a comfortable silence both mulling over their own thoughts .

Harry was the first to speak, " Ok, well we both know Ron has started drinking a lot more than usual ever since the war ended, but is it just me or is he becoming more violent too?"

Ginny thought about it, and all of sudden memories that didn't mean nothing before suddenly became puzzle pieces that fit into a larger picture. "You know now that you mention it, I have seen Ron do some terrible things this last month. I mean just the other day he got furious because the Harold didn't bring him a letter. Ron threatened to kill Harold next time the owl came back without a letter. Also the other day I accidently walked in on Hermione while she was in the bathroom, and she was rubbing that new magic cream on her face." Harry wondered what that had to do with anything and gave Ginny a confused look, but she continued speaking. " Harry I know you're not a girl, but you could at least keep up with me. You know that new beauty cream that was in Witch Weekly. It is used to cover blemishes, but also is very successful in covering cuts, bruises, and any other thing you can think of."

"So maybe she was just covering a pimple or something." Harry tried to rationalize.

"Harry…she had bruises all over her body." Harry could have bit a nail into because he knew the only person that could have hit her. He would have to find some way to help Hermione, and Ginny agreed. Ron may be her brother, but that didn't give him the right to hit Hermione.

Meanwhile

Hermione woke up a couple hours later only to find that she was alone, and her head felt like Buckbeak had pounded her head with his hooves. While looking into the mirror on the wall, Hermione wondered if now was a good time to stop forgiving and start moving on. The train for Hogwarts would be leaving in less than 10 hours, and her face looked looked literally like it had been used as a punching bag.

She reluctantly pointed the wand to her nose and muttered, "Episkey." Her nose straightened back out with a loud crack. "Accio Cream," Hermione rubbed the cream on her bruised face and eye and watched as she puffiness went down significantly, but some of the coloring still remained. Tomorrow was defiantly going to be a heavy make up day.

After Ginny and Harry finished talking Ginny headed up to her bedroom where Hermione was sleeping peacefully. Ginny noticed how puffy Hermione's face, and then she remembered Ron's fake smile. 'How dare he hurt Hermione , and then come to me and Harry and act like nothing was wrong,' thought Ginny angrily. Her and Harry would definitely have to hold an intervention…even if it meant having to petrify him with the Petrificus Totalus. He would listen to them. Ginny would make sure of it.

A/n: So what did you think. Don't be afraid to tell me you hate it or love it. I love any kind of input. I know its short, but actually its the longest chapter I have ever wrote, so I will try to work on that.

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