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"YOU STUPID BITCH!"

I guess I saw this coming. It hurt the first couple times Ron hit me, but now I couldn't feel anything. I have been married to Ron for five years now and my life is now a living hell.

It started about a couple months after we got married, Ron was happy and was playing for the Chudley Cannons Quiditch team. Until he took a hard hit and it blew out his knee. He got kicked off the team and after the first night he would go out with Harry to the local pub, the first week he would be fine. The second week Harry would have to carry Ron home. By the third and forth week Harry stopped going with him and they wouldn't speak to each other. That was the time when he first hit me. I came home later than I thought and Ron was already wasted. Because I didn't have dinner ready he hit me. He called me names and that was the start of something a dug myself into.

He slapped me across the face. "You are insufferable! Why the hell would I marry you?! You stupid, ungrateful MUDBLOOD!"

He stormed off and I heard our bedroom door slam. I just laid there on the cold tile floor of my kitchen. It felt cool on the bruises on my face. It's going to take some serious magic to hide. But I can do that later.

I wince and gasp as I try to get into a sitting position. I knew by now that after Ron would hit me I wouldn't go into our room when he was angry, so I reach over to one of the lower shelves and grabbed my pjs and a bundle of clothes. I try to get ready for bed, trying not to move much.

The couch is quite comfy but sleep didn't come at first. But when it did I dreamt of a life where I came home to the man I loved and to the man who loved me back.

I woke up early and I could hear the snores from the bedroom. I sneak into the bathroom, trying not to wake him. But when I saw my face in the mirror it was hard to hold the gasp at what I saw. There wasn't much that looked unscathed, my eyes and cheeks were black and blue. My chin and mouth were red from the dried up blood. I move my wand and muttered the healing spells. But it wasn't enough. By the time I was done with the usual spell my face was still unclear. Shit! I'm late for work so it had to do. Luckily Ron and I decided to live in a muggle city.

I grab the keys to the coffee shop a couple blocks away from my favourite book store. I was cleaning the cappachino machine when I heard the bell at the front door. "I will be there in a second!" I call out. I finish cleaning up the machine and grab the notebook for writing down customers order.

"Welcome to the Coffee Grinds, What would you -" I started to ask but when I saw the pool of grey in his eye, my breath caught. 'Oh no! why him? Why now?' I just stood there staring at the man with white-blond hair.

Draco:

"Mother! I'm going out to get some breakfast!" I knew she didn't hear me but I yelled anyways. Ever since my father left us for some whore, my mother checked out. I could say anything to her and she wouldn't react.

I Apperate to a street where I have never been before. I need to get away from it all. It was 5 years since the Battle of Hogwarts and I still heard whispers and names thrown at my, being called a Death eater and being named my father's son. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget my past.

I spot a little coffee shop on the corner and I pull my hood up. Crashes of thunder shook through the streets. Rain started to fall and I pick up the pace and I open the doors to the café. No one was standing behind the counter so I waited and turned to look at the pastries .

"I will be there in a second!" Some one called out. Something about that voice seemed fimilar. It wasn't until I saw the bushy head of brown hair and chocolate brown eyes I knew who it was. But here out of all the places I could have found her, I find her here in a dainty coffee shop. Lightning flashed. It wasn't until she started to ask "What would you-" when she looked up and her jaw dropped.

There was something not right about her. As she stared at me, I saw that her complexion was off. I could tell that there was some purple marking on her face. 'What happened to her face? Wasn't she married to weasel?'

"Hi Hermione." She looked like a fish out of water as she tried to say something but she couldn't speak. "Draco, what are you doing here?"