This story is M rated to be safe, this chapter is possibly the worst.

I don't own any recognized characters, places ect. This disclaimer stands for all chapters.

Hermione Granger stood in the darkness of the night. One hand held a wine glass; the other pushed her long brown hair out of her eyes. The darkness around her marked the second night in one week that Ron had not come home. She had been happy to be with Ron after the final war. For years, being with Ron had been what she thought she wanted. For years, that is all she dreamed of. And when her dreams became reality she was happy, elated, for quite a while. Their wedding had been the happiest day of her life. The birth of their kids, Hugo and Rose, had completed Hermione's life. But now something wasn't right. Something had changed.

Hermione loved her husband and kids dearly, they were the most important things in her life, and for years she had believed Ron had felt the same way. But they had changed. Ron was gone in the morning before Hermione or the kids were awake, and he didn't return home until very late, often drunk. If he even bothered to go home at all. They hadn't shared the same bed since a few months after Rose was born. Hugo had been an accident after they had both gotten drunk.

Hermione knew her marriage wasn't the best, but she hoped they could get through it; hoped they could fix whatever it was that had gone wrong. Deep down she wondered if that was even possible, but she scolded herself for thinking such thoughts. They couldn't all have a perfect marriage like Harry and Ginny, but Hermione knew she deserved a happy marriage, not the shambled one she had.

A crash in the kitchen told her that her husband had decided to return home. Slowly she walked back inside, putting her now empty glass down on the table. A thump came from the living room, and Hermione held her breath. Ron stumbled into the kitchen, his face livid with anger. He limped a few steps before stopping, staring at her, daring her to move. In his hand he held a toy broom.

"What is this?" He yelled at her. Hermione tried not to tremble; she had seen Ron drunk before. He was violent, and if she showed any sign of weakness...she shuddered to think what he would do.

"One of Hugo's toys." She replied meekly. Unlike him, she kept her voice down, not wanting to wake the sleeping children upstairs.

"And why is it on the floor? You are supposed to clean up my bloody house. 'Sposed to make sure this place is clean so I don't trip and hurt my fucking foot." He yelled louder, his voice bouncing off the walls. He threw the broom at her, the twigs clipping the side of her arm. She didn't move; too scared to move from where she stood. Ron had hit her before, but he always apologized in the morning when he was sober once more.

A crying scream rang out from upstairs; her youngest child, Hugo was awake. Ron looked in the direction of the stairs, slamming his hand down on a chair, breaking the top of it. Hermione shuffled toward the stairs. She watched until Ron had his attention on something else, then she ran towards the stairs.

Ron moved faster than she thought he could and he grabbed a handful of her hair. Crying out, Hermione tried to pull away, but his fingers where thoroughly entangled in her hair. He yanked her backwards, pulling her to the floor with a thud. Her face was buried in the carpet, a single tear running down into the cold floor. She always tried not to cry, tried to be brave and not show him any emotion, but now she couldn't help it.

Ron kicked her head with his foot. When she ignored him he pushed her head around so she was forced to look up at him. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying he took his anger out on her and spared the children. Ron was furious she wouldn't look at him. He pulled her hair so she was bought to her knees. He slapped her, his hand leaving a stinging red mark on her face. Still she continued to not look at him.

Ron grabbed her by the arms, shaking her violently, but she kept her eyes shut. Frustrated, he pulled his fist back and slammed it into her face. She whimpered slightly. He muttered a string of insults under his alcohol soaked breath. Hermione didn't respond, so kicked her backwards, her head connected with the first stair. The last thing Hermione Granger seen before she lost consciousness was her daughter standing at the top of the stairs, sobbing as she watched her father viciously rape her mother.

Let me know what you think. Sorry if it is a little violent, I tried to make it as calm as possible with still getting the point through.