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Hey guys. I hope you like this. It's my summer holidays right now, and I got bored of gardening with Dad and cycling with Mum. Endless Play-Doughing with my sister. Fun. I decided to write another story, since you liked my last story (The Mudblood and the Witless Wonder). This time. I'm shipping Dramione xx

Plz Review!

ps: In this story, only Harry and Ron went to search for the Horcruxes. They abandoned Hermione and she stayed at Hogwarts with Neville and Luna and Ginny and with Snape as headmaster.

Paige xx

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Hermiones POV ~~ Age 42 ~~ 26 years after the 2nd Wizard War

I stood in the courtyard, with my old duffel coat tied tight around my waist with a silk sash. My brown curly hair was streaked with silver strands that wove in and out of my curls, and it fell around my shoulders elegantly. According to my husband, I hadn't aged a day, but I felt the age slowly taking over. My hair was just one example. I already had arthritis, and couldn't write any more. Letting my husband do the accounts was the worst decision I've ever made, but I can't do it, so I have no choice.

The wind whipped my hair across my face, and I swayed slightly. The abandoned courtyard of Hogwarts was eerie in the evening light, moonlight shining through the pillars and broken glass. I smiled, the memories of my earlier years catching up on me.

The memory of Harry and I sat on the benches, laughing at Fred and George as they turned into canaries and flew around the courtyard, dodging the pillars.

The memory of Ron and I walking to Hogsmeade together on our first date.

The memory of Ginny and I walking to the library together so I could help her with an essay she hadn't done, due yesterday.

The memory of Neville and I in the greenhouses trying to nurse a Mandrake into submission.

The memory of Luna and I flying across the night sky on Thestrals.

And the memory of my husband asking me to marry him, after Voldemort had been defeated, by the lake, under the blossom tree. That was the best memory. It made me so happy. I cried, and he asked if I was OK. I told him I had been never better, and replied with a confident, definite yes.

My husband came up behind me, and took my hand. I looked back at him, his white-blonde hair lined with a pale silver. It suited him, and his stormy grey eyes had laughter lines edging them. Every morning, he looked in the mirror and scrutinized his appearance. Every morning, I told him he looked beautiful, and that I loved him. It made him smile, and his smile was contagious.

I gripped Draco's hand, and laid my head on his shoulder. I felt content. The ruins of Hogwarts and the company of my husband always made me happy. Most people approved of my marriage, and congratulated myself and Draco. Draco was welcomed back into the Wizarding community, and the Gryffindors made him one of their own.

Except one. Ron.

Ron didn't approve.

~~~~Flashback~~~~

"Hermione! Hermione, let me talk to you!" Ron yelled up the stairs to the Head Girl's dorm.

I was crouched in my room, on the end of my bed, with Draco rubbing my shoulders, his arm around them.

"You don't have to talk to him, you know," he told me, hugging me tight, dropping a light, heartfelt kiss onto my tear-stained cheek.

"I know," I said, "but I need to."

"If you're sure," Draco said. "I'll come with you."

We made our way downstairs, Draco holding my hand tight as he lead me down the rickety stairs, towards Ron. Ron was pacing the common room, swearing under his breath, kicking all our possessions. Draco's broomstick, my books.

"Weasley, if you insist on staying in our quarters, respect our stuff, you moron," Draco said bitterly.

"Piss off, Malfoy. Who asked your opinion? Who asked for you to be born? Who asked for you to steal my girlfriend, brainwash her into loving you -" Ron started.

"Ron, he didn't brainwash me! I fell in love with him! Why can't you accept that?"

"Because you're mine, and he's a Death Eater. He's evil, and a monster, and just trying to get into your pants," Ron spat at Draco.

Draco lunged for him, but I held him back.

"Draco, please, calm down. You're not a Death Eater. You never were, and you never will be. I love you, and need you to stay calm so that I can talk to Ron. Please, Draco," I begged, resting my forehead on his, speaking quietly. Draco breathed out, and nodded, kissing my nose.

"Oh, honestly. Its disgusting. I feel ill looking at you both. Trying to make me imagine what could have been," Ron hissed, advancing closer to us. We were still stood in unison, me muttering into Draco's ear, pushing his silky hair behind his ears.

I pulled away, just in time to see Ron launching himself at me, pushing Draco away into the nearby mirror. His head cracked on it, and he fell unconscious.

"Draco!" I screamed, trying to run over to him. His head was bleeding, a single tear dripping from his lashes. But Ron wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me away. I fought against him, clawing his arms, but they were too strong. Years of playing keeper for Griffindor quidditch.

"Ron, let go!"

"No way. You, Hermione, are coming with me!" Ron whispered evilly into my ear. He pulled off his tie, and wrapped it around my mouth, like a gag. I screamed in protest, kicking him and clawing him and fighting back. He ripped my tie from my neck, and tied my hands together.

He dragged me by the hair to the couch, where Draco and I had spent many a night watching things like Game of Thrones and Hunger Games on the Muggle TV Draco had found in a charity shop. Hogwarts scatter cushions were arranged on the sofa. Not Slytherin and Gryffindor, since we had given up house pride.

Ron grabbed his wand, and tore up the cushions with magic, ignoring my protests. Then he walked around the room, destroying photos of my parents, Narcissa, Draco and me, Harry and Ginny, Luna and Neville, Tonks and Remus, everyone that meant anything to us. I felt like crying. Our memories. Ron proceeded to destroy my books, Dracos quidditch stuff, his broom, my piano, Luna's paintings, Nevilles plants, Ginny's quidditch certicifates, Harry's old wand.

I had an idea, and inched towards the chest of drawers, opening the bottom drawer. I pulled out Narcissa's old wand, the one Draco once used, and cast a spell to undo my ties.

"Ron! Please, stop!"

The surprise of hearing my voice halted Ron. He stopped attacking mine and Draco's possessions, and turned on me.

"Granger, I'm going to fuck you, and you will comply. You will listen, and you will do as I say. If I find out you're not a virgin, … I will be forced to kill your boyfriend," Ron spat into my ear, pushing me back. He leapt on top of me, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. I screamed as he reached my underwear, and kicked back, kicking him in the face. He spat, and pulled his cock out, butting it against my entrance.

"You're not even a little bit excited by me?" Ron hissed, pushing inside. I screamed as he tore me open, ripping through my innocence, the thing I had been saving for Draco. Blood pooled between my legs. I had never been in so much pain.

"Ron, stop!" I begged, my eyes streaming.

I thought the hell couldn't get worse. It did.

Ron took his belt from his jeans, and hit me round the head with it, and kept at it. In, out, hit, smack. In, out, hit, smack. It was endless. I thought he would kill me. I wished he would.

Suddenly, Ron stopped, and pulled out incredibly fast. I opened my eyes a crack, and saw Draco, alive and bleeding, pinning Ron down. I shut my eyes again, blocking the world out.

End of Flashback~~~~