Hmm I've been playing with the idea of Hermione and Ron a lot in recent weeks. I can't see it working, I really can't, but I get drawn back to the relationship in general, even though I know it would fail. Anyway here goes! Enjoy
She was rude, and he was apathetic. She slammed doors and he got drunk. She hid her scars, and he hid his, and each secretly thought they were the worst off. At nights they fought, bodies sliding against each other, their weddings rings glowing softly, and afterwards they rolled away and faced the opposite wall unfulfilled and wanting.
At their wedding she wore roses in her hair, even though his favourite flowers were pansies, and he invited his work colleagues even though she hated them. They held hands and murmured words they only half believed, and her fingernails almost drew blood from his wrists. When she screamed at night relieving the torture she had undergone he would lie there woodenly, and cast Silencio because it reminded him of what had happened. When he cried drunkenly, she would throw the Sobering potion at him, and stalk out in disgust.
She didn't tell him that she didn't get pregnant because she cast her contraceptive charms every night without fail, she let him believe it was the curses she had taken in the war. He didn't let her know that he knew she was lying. They would smile with sharp smiles when asked if they were happy, and he'd hold her cold hand (as limp as a dead fish,) and they'd both lie through their teeth.
They didn't fight, because fighting these days revealed too much that was personal. Memories bound them together. Not Hogwarts memories of sugar-sweet puppy love, of longing looks, and shy advances. But war memories of death and torture, because her unspoken glance let him know that she had never forgiven him for leaving them, and he let her know with barely concealed distaste that she had driven him away.
They married too young, because there was nothing else to do. They married because that which drove them apart, also tied them together. Because hatchet sharp words from her mouth, and cold actions by him was the only way either of them could live. Kindness would have broken him, and sympathy would have broken her. She was untouchable and he was unchangeable.
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