Harry/Hermione
This is my first fan fiction ever, so sorry if it's terrible. Lol. If it is, please review and tell me how to change it.

WARNING!!
Some strong language, Ron bashing and mention of rape. [No detail]
SOME CHARACTERS ARE OOC TTM!! [ESPECIALY RON!!] YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! :]

Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter.

This chapter is a bit gory, but the next one will hopefully have less blood.

This story ignores the Harry-Ginny pairing and Lupins' death. It is set a year after Deathly Hallows [ignoring the epilogue], they are all living at Grimauld place and Ron and Ginny aren't brother and sister. This is because I've made Ron a psycho and Ginny a sweet heart and you'd need some freaky genetics for that to make sense.

Hermione Granger was sat in a big blue armchair, in the library of 12 Grimmauld Place. She was trying to read a book on the Grodzisk Goblins Quidditch team from Poland but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind was 100% occupied by her best friend, Harry Potter.

She had always had a soft spot for Harry, ever since she had helped him get the philosophers stone when she was only eleven. She had thought he was brave, kind and loyal. However, Harry had always had millions of girls chasing after him because he was the chosen one, and he defeated Lord Voldemort. So Hermione had always kept her feelings for him to herself and acted as his friend and nothing more.

Harry had another best friend named Ron Weasley. Ron was a tall, red haired boy who thought that the world revolved around him. He refused to do any of his homework when they were in Hogwarts and he insisted on copying.

He flirted with Hermione nonstop and obviously liked her, but she could always tell that he was a lazy idiot through and through. When Harry got his first girlfriend, Cho Chang of Hufflepuff, Hermione tried to move on by flirting back at Ron.

When Hermione was seventeen, she helped fight in the battle of Hogwarts, but they were outnumbered and she realised that she may never get her first kiss. She had a sudden impulse to kiss the next person she saw.

She turned around to see Ron babbling about house elves. She threw her arms around Ron and kissed him full on the lips. Much to her disgust, they had been together ever since because she was scared of what he might do if she broke up with him.

Ever since that day she regretted it because Ron may have just been an idiot back then, but now, he was angry at her all the time. He had turned violent more than once and so she tried to just do what he wanted. She was more of an object than a girlfriend.

When Ron wasn't lying on the couch drinking fire whisky, he was pressuring Hermione for sex and if she tried to refuse, he would simply make her. He didn't care if he hurt her or if she didn't want to; he would just pin her arms down and if she screamed in pain [as usual] he would beat her afterwards until she bled.

Hermione thought about what it would be like to be with Harry instead. He would never hurt her. At least he cares about her, even if it is as just a friend. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek. Just then Ginny Weasley, Hermione's best girl friend, walked into the library.

Ginny knew Hermione liked Harry and she knew that Ron was a prick, but she didn't know that he had raped her and she didn't understand why she couldn't leave him. Hermione quickly wiped away the stray tear and turned to face Ginny with a smile she hoped was sincere. Ginny threw her a questioning look and came to sit on the arm of the chair. She put her arm around Hermione and hugged her.

"It's Ron again isn't it again isn't it," she asked "What's he done now?"

"Nothing really, I was just thinking about Harry again." Ginny sighed

"I don't know what to tell you. Harry is obviously blind to not see how special you are."

"Ginny, I don't want to sound rude, but I really just want to be alone right now." said Hermione, hoping that she hadn't offended her. Ginny smiled, hugged her and left to go upstairs to her room.

Hermione was happy Ginny had left because otherwise she would have seen the emotional breakdown that Hermione faced when she realised that there was no way out of this abusive relationship. If she fought, she would lose. If she ran, he would hunt her down. If she stayed, there was no way out. She was trapped. Then the tears really came.

Harry was lying awake in his bed thinking about Hermione. She was all he ever thought about now that he couldn't distract himself with horcruxes. He knew Ron liked her, so he had avoided mentioning to anybody that he had been madly in love with her ever since she had asked him if he had seen a toad when he was only eleven. He had tried moving on by going out with Cho Chang.

This had seemed to be working a little bit, but then he saw Hermione and Ron sat alone by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. It broke his heart when he saw that Ron had his arm around her. "That could have been me." He had thought to himself. Harry stopped concentrating on his school work and Cho. Eventually he and Cho had fallen apart and he found himself back at square one. Harrys' mouth had suddenly become very dry, so he set off down the hall to get some water from the kitchen.

He reached the library and stopped. This was Hermiones' favourite room. He sighed, If only he had told her how he felt. He heard voices coming from inside the library. He was just about to leave when he heard the mention of his name.

"...about Harry again." The Voices sounded female, but he couldn't really tell.

"I don't know what to tell you..." Harry decided that he shouldn't listen because it was wrong. Somebody could be confessing something really private and it wouldn't be right for him to hear.

He walked away towards the stairs, but before he reached them, he felt himself trip on what seemed to be long and thin. He hurtled forwards towards the stairs and fell down them. He hit about twenty stairs before smashing to the ground. He tried to stay awake, but his eyes drifted closed and everything went black.

Hermione sat in the library for just over an hour after Ginny left. When she had finally calmed down she realised how late it was and she headed off towards the kitchen to get some water. At the top of the stairs there was a broomstick that somebody had left lying around, so she picked it up and propped it up against the wall.

As she walked down the stairs she was looking at the grey ceiling trying to figure out what colour it used to be. She got to the bottom of the stairs, tripped over something soft and fell flat on her face. She felt blood slowly dripping past her mouth from her nose.

"Damn it." She cursed to herself, before turning to see what had tripped her.

She stared in horror at Harrys' body lying motionless in a puddle of blood. She quickly looked back at the stairs and saw what she would have seen before if she had been concentrating. At the top of the staircase there was a little splatter of blood, but as her eyes travelled downwards the blood stains got worse until her eyes were on the fierce, red pool at the bottom.

She tried to lift Harry, but she was too weak. She was angry with herself for leaving her wand in the library. She couldn't bring herself to leave him, so she tried again. She could feel the hot tears streaming down her face as she half carried, half dragged her best friends' mangled body to the nearest bedroom and with much effort lifted him onto the bed. With shaking hands, she lifted his wrist and checked his pulse.

She let out a sigh when she realised his heartbeat was still going steady. Just then Lupin ran in "What happened!? There's blood all over the stairs!" he asked franticly. Then he saw Harry lying on the bed covered in blood. He sprinted over to him and checked his pulse. He sighed just as Hermione had when she knew Harry was okay.

Remus turned around, his face a lot calmer than before. He asked once again what happened. Hermione felt flustered. What had happened?

"Well I don't know really. I was in the library and I was going down stairs to get some water and I found Harry at the bottom of the stairs. I think he must have fallen. There was blood everywhere... His face was covered in it... I think he's unconscious... and... A..." Hermione burst into tears again. Remus hugged her and reassured her it would be fine.

When Hermione had calmed down, Remus cast several healing charms. "He should be fine in about five hours," He told her, "I'll go and tell everyone so that they don't worry and I think I need some coffee."

"Okay, thank you, Remus."

"No problem." He smiled and left.

After about an hour, Ginny, Sirius, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie had all come to check if he was okay. After they had left Hermione walked back over to Harrys' bed and sat in the little wooden stool next to it. She moved so that she was facing him.

"I love you and I'm so sorry. I couldn't help you quicker and now you're unconscious. I feel terrible." She whispered to him.

Then Ron barged in, saw Hermione and laughed. "You're so stupid. He can't hear you."

"I know that." She said feebly, standing up.

"Then why do you bother. He might as well be dead." A horrible image filled Hermiones' mind of Harrys' eyes rolling back into his head. She shivered.

"Yeah, you'd hate that, if your precious little friend was dead. Personally I wouldn't mind really. He's just a stupid, good-for-nothing prat." He sounded a bit like a spoiled eight year old that had just been told that the store was out of the toy car that he wanted.

"He killed Voldemort." She said quietly.

"Maybe that's not a good thing. How bad would it really have been if he ran the ministry?"

"They would have killed all the muggle-bornes. They would have killed me." Ron shrugged as if that was old news.

"Just mudbloods." He said nonchalantly.

"You're such a twat, Ron." she spat at him. He smiled wickedly. She knew what he was going to do. He pulled her towards him and she pulled away with all her might, but he was too strong for her. He crashed his lips to hers and she just stood not responding because she knew it was hopeless.

He started to kiss down her neck and his hands felt their way around to her front and ripped at her shirt. Normally she would have just prepared for the pain and taken it, but she wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. Especially when Harry was lying on the bed right next to them, so she slapped him across the face. Hard.

He pushed her into the china cabinet on the opposite side of the room. She gasped as half of the vases and pottery crashed down on her, cutting into her skin. She picked herself up, pieces of china stuck into her arms, face and stomach.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" she screamed.

"It's your own fault. You stupid little slut." he roared.

"How the hell is it my fault that you think no means yes? How is my fault that you hit me when I say no? How is it my fault that when I refuse to sleep with you, you just do it anyway?" yelled Hermione finally cracking.

"You're always with Harry. You've always liked him more!"

"OH WELL SPOTTED EINSTEIN!! MAYBE THAT'S BECUASE HARRY'S NEVER RAPED ME!? HE CARES ABOUT ME BECAUSE HE'S A DECENT PERSON!!"

"YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING YOU GET!" He turned to walk away.

"And don't bother coming back, you prick. You've been mooching off Harry for long enough. Go back to the Burrow." He stopped and turned around.

"Fine, I don't care about either of you anyway," He walked towards Hermione and shoved her into the cabinet again making the remaining vases smash into her. She gasped. He kicked her in the gut and spat on her bloody face before storming out.

Hermione got up from the broken china again. She looked down at herself and saw that there were deep cuts running through her arms, stomach and face. She collapsed next to Harrys' bed and cried. Why did she never tell anyone?

She had never told Ginny because she thought she might make her tell everyone else and she was too scared to tell Harry because Ron wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

After she pulled herself together, she went to sit back on the stool next to Harrys' bed. She tried to repair the damage done to her shirt, but there was a big rip in the chest and a tear in the stomach. Not to mention all the blood stains.

Harry was still lying in the same position that he was when Lupin had left. His eyes were closed, his lips were slightly parted and his arms and legs were relaxed. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. She took both his hands in hers and it was at that moment she realised that she should have never settled for second best.

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