A Toxic Nightmare.

I love my husband, I love him with all my heart. I married him after dating him for a year. And after we married, something changed within him. He was great with me before we married, he was romantic, caring, attentive. That's why I knew marrying him was a good decision on my behalf. Now I am not so sure.

Blaise Zabini is my husband, he has dark brown hair, which was always styled immaculately. He is also a very rich man, after his father died he was given the family company. Which led to him to take over the company. The company is very well known within the wizarding community. He owns many hotels all over the world for wizards and witches alike. Known simply as Zabini Hotels. Many people would ask why I am married to Blaise seeing as he was a Slytherin. But he was nothing like the stereotype. He was the best man in the world.

I was excited to be his wife because he was such a charming man to be around, he loved me and cared for me more than any other man I have ever been with. Even more than Harry and Ron. But I take that all back now.

From time to time I convince myself Blaise is going to change back into the man i fell in love with. Hoping he will though, I sometimes tell myself its just a faze and it's the stress of inheriting the company. But this is my story about how my life has evolved from the strong person I was to the scared person I am now.

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Here I was slicing peppers finely on a wooden chopping board, I liked to cook the Muggle way. Far more enjoyment. Especially since I didn't work, so I had all the time in the world to do it myself. I then looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 5:50 pm.

I knew Blaise would be home in 10 minutes and expecting his dinner on the table. I was cooking a stir fry, he didn't like many Muggle delights but he did like a good stir fry. Placing the peppers into a wok I kept my eye on the clock, making sure I made this just in time so it wasn't overcooked or undercooked.

I walked over to the table, using my wand I moved many items from the dresser and onto the table. I manually moved the items perfectly on the table. Making sure the plates are placed properly, and that the cutlery is straight. He would notice if they aren't properly placed.

10 minutes had passed and I wasn't on schedule. I walked over to the wok and gave it a good shake. The smoke billowing from the food meant it wasn't perfect. I groaned, knowing he wouldn't be happy with me.

I heard a loud CRACK outside the front door, he walked through the front door waiting for me to greet him. I walked over to him with a smile on my face, he looked tired but at the same time he was gorgeous to me.

"Hello darling" I said to him. He looked at me, he then sniffed.

"Have you burnt my dinner?" He asked as he put his coat on the coat hanger by the front door.

"Of course not" I said, lying. The food wasn't that burnt, so I thought that he might not notice it.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, looking and observing everything in the kitchen. From the way he was checking, I knew he wasn't impressed or pleased. He sat down at the head of the table. He looked up at me, which meant he wanted his dinner. So I walked over to the wok and emptied the contents onto his plate. The steam billowed up into his face as it fell onto his plate. He looked delighted at the food and licked his lips. He slowly picked up his fork, and I felt this was the longest few seconds of my life. Blaise placed the food into this mouth and chewed for a few seconds. I was waiting for the inevitable.

He sighed, I then looked down to my feet. I felt awful, I haven't performed my wifely duties appropriately. This made me scared, I started to shake in anger at myself and at the fear. I slowly walked over to the sink, placed the wok into the hot water and I started to scrub. I know for muggles, cleaning the wok is silly because it doesn't keep all the flavours. But I needed to do something to occupy the time while he ate. Scrubbing hard on the steel made me tired, making it look nice and clean. I could have done it magically but it would leave me standing there waiting for him to say something. That couldn't happen.

While I was cleaning I was too busy in thinking about how muggles didn't clean Woks that I didn't notice Blaise get up out of his seat. He slowly walked up behind me with his plate, looking back on it now it never made sense to me why he made more work for himself. While I was scrubbing the wok in pure concentration Blaise grabbed me from behind and pushed my head near the searing hot water. The ends of my hair was In the water telling me I was extremely close to having my face burnt off.

"Who do you think you are? Ruining the one thing I look forward to when getting home" Blaise screamed at me.

"I didn't mean to Blaise, I am sorry" I screamed back, squinting my eyes in desperation. My tears falling into the basin below me.

"I honestly don't know why I married you." He screamed back at me, pushing my head even closer to the water. He let go off me, but pushed me further aggressively into the counter. I continued to stare into the basin while he walked away. I had no idea where he was but I knew he had left the kitchen area. I put my hand up to my face feeling where the droplets had landed. It hurt so badly, I cried silent tears. If I screamed or made the slightest noise he would kill me in a heart beat.

I gained my composure, I stood up straight and continued to clean the plate that Blaise kindly gave back to me. I had a small smile on my face as I took myself to my happy place. Thinking of the times I spent with all my friends in Hogwarts. I then lifted the china plate from the bubbles and noticed that there was a small chip on it. I sighed, the china was beautiful.

I then continued to place all the china back into the dresser, along with the cutlery. People would proberly think I am crazy for just carrying on like normal. But this is normal for me. I placed all the items back into the dresser ready to be taken out again tomorrow. I then summoned the duster and I dusted the table so it was so shiny. Looking down onto the table and I saw that there were red blotches forming where the water had hit my face. I ignored it. My husband would fix it.

I heard the door to his office slam shut, I knew he wouldn't emerge from there for the next three to four hours. So I went to the fridge and pulled out a plate which was covered in tin foil. I prepared some food for myself early on today. The problem with my husband is that he didn't like to share his dinner with me. He prefers me to eat in a separate room from him or after him. He is the man of the house after all. I opened up the tin foil and there it was. Boring, plain cold pasta.

There I was sat on the floor eating from a plain plate and not a plate from my china collection. Eating like a pig. I never thought id being doing this when I got married. God forbid I fall pregnant too, I could never let a child live in this awful life I lead. And to be honest I think he would leave me if I did fall pregnant. I always thought he married me because I was the love of his life and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. But today I don't believe it. I think he only stays with me because I do the cleaning of the house and he can have sex with me anytime he wants.

I went into the living room and I sat down on the sofa. I wasn't allowed to put the tv on so I watched the blank screen for what seemed like hours. I heard Blaise open the door to his office. I cringed as he slammed the door again. There were loud footsteps on the marble staircase, this meant he was coming to get me. He emerged around the corner and stood in the doorway, he just stared at me. I looked in his eyes, hoping he would just tell me he loved me. But he didn't, instead he walked over to me and dragged me upstairs to our bedroom.

As he closed the door behind us, I stood there in the middle of the room clutching myself. Waiting for whatever he was going to do to me. He grabbed his wand and pointed it to my face. He said the incantation for hiding the things he did to me and he smiled then.

"There we go, my beautiful Hermione is back" I then smiled at his comment, I always knew the old Blaise was in there somewhere. "But darling, if you EVER!" he grabbed me by the shoulders at this point "if you EVER mess up my dinner like that I will shove your face deeper into that water" He looked sternly into my eyes.

"I understand, it will never happen again" I said in pure fear, at this point he started to remove his clothes, once he was fully naked he pushed me hard onto the bed. He aggressively took of my clothes, he didn't rip the clothes he just was rough when he wanted to make love. Once my top was off he removed my bra, leaving my womanly breasts in full view. He loved my breasts, it never made sense to me why. He continued to lick and touch my abdominal area. And he slowly kissed down to my button of my trousers. He ripped of my trousers and ripped of my underwear.

There I was, completely naked at his mercy. I loved making love to him, he is the only man I have ever been with. I just wish he wasn't so rough with me and would ask me if I wanted sex. Without making sure I was okay with the idea of having sex with him, he continued to pull me up onto him. I moaned and groaned my way through the ordeal, despite what people were proberly thinking at this point. I am not faking it. He truly knew how I liked it, and I in turn showed him verbally that I liked it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he grunted his last grunt.

He didn't care about me, he just pushed me off him and climbed into his bed. I stood up from him and walked into the ensuite. I looked in the mirror and I thought to myself, What have I become?