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This is a songfic based off of Ed Sheeran's song Drunk.
The characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Neither the song nor the characters belong to me.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed.
The first time Ron came home drunk Hermione felt pity. She knew the war had been hard on him as it had been on all of them. So she wasn't angry when he threw up on her favourite rug. Instead she made him breakfast in bed the next morning knowing he would be hungover.
Tell you the truth I hate what didn't kill me never made me stronger at all.
After a month of Ron coming home drunk every evening Hermione grew fed up. She had grieved the deaths of loved ones and moved on as well as the rest of his family however Ronald stayed stuck in the past. One night when he came home stinking of beer and sweat, Hermione asked him why he did this to himself. He didn't respond and went straight to bed.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me.
Slowly but surely Ron and Hermione became more and more distant. Hermione would find herself hating things about him that she used to love. For example she used to love his little smirk that would play on his lips whenever he knew he was getting his way but know she hated it and associated it with him lying to her about staying on late at the office. She wanted to be the best wife she could be and really did love him however she didn't know how much more she could take.
One morning Hermione had woken early as she had heard a noise downstairs. She turned to wake Ron up but sighed when she remembered that he never came home that night. Slipping out of bed she walked down to the kitchen to find her not so sober husband pouring himself a cup of coffee. Ron looked a mess. His hair was like a ginger birds nest and his top was covered in unkown stains. The worst thing however was his neck. It was covered in blue/purple bruises. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp. Ron turned around and looked right through her.
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.
Hermione apparated from the house willing herself not to cry. She arrived at her best friend's house and broke down. Harry found her sat in his living room crying her eyes out. After getting him to tell her what was wrong, he wrapped her in a hug and assured her that Ron would never hurt her again. At least not after Ginny and Molly had heard what he'd done to her.
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That was my first fic so I'm sorry if it's crap and short.
But I hope that you enjoyed it and I would love some feedback :)
Thank you for taking some of your time to read my story.