A/N: This is going to be a very, very dark story. It involves many dark themes including torture, rape, and death. This is my warning for anyone who does not want to read such themes. Please enjoy if you wish to continue!

As always the characters are not and belong to their respective owners.

Hermione unlocked her door, not bothering to turn on the lights as she strode into her flat. She closed the door, locking it behind her. She fumbled around, trying to find the light switch. Light illuminated her small living room and she dumped her purse and keys on the small end table. She walked to the kitchen but stopped half way through, noticing the small television in her kitchen was on. She looked around, figuring she must have forgotten to turn it off this morning.

She walked to the fridge, trying to find something to eat. A light flicked on in the hall and she looked up from her mission to find food. She crept toward the hallway, peeking around the corner like a child.

"Hello?" she called, and walked toward the bathroom. She took her wand out of her hand, getting herself ready for the intruder she was sure was waiting inside the shower like all scary movies. Instead her cat ran from the bathroom toward her. She screamed despite herself and held a hand to her fast-beating heart.

"Oh Crook," she said to her cat, bending down to scratch his ears, "You almost gave me a heart attack."

She took her cat in her arms and walked to her bedroom. Flicking on the lights, she turned her back to her closest and began taking off her clothing. Suddenly a figure rushed from the closet, pushing Hermione down on the bed. She tried to scream but the person was quicker, whispering a silencing spell. He turned her around to face him and her eyes grew in recognition.

"If you promise not to scream I'll remove the spell," he whispered, a pocket knife at her throat. She could only nod and he reversed his spell. She squirmed beneath him.

"Ronald what are you doing?" she demanded of the red-haired young man. His breath was heavy on her face, laced with the distinct smell of alcohol. He kissed her lips in a bruising and demanding way. He sighed against her lips.

"I miss you 'Mione," he said, hands roaming her body, "I miss how you feel beneath me." He bent his head down once more, pushing his lips against her still ones. He broke the kiss, frowning at her lack of affections.

"Well you're the one who decided to cheat," she told him, trying to wriggle any one of her limbs free. She loosened her leg and waited for him to become distracted. He bent downward again, trying to get a kiss out of her. She kicked up, hitting his back. He rolled over, howling in pain and she tried to make a run for it. He swore and dove for her.

They both hit the ground hard and he dragged her up, slamming her against the wall. All the air left her body and she gasped for breath. His hand was on her neck and his knee was propping her up against the wall. He growled at her, true anger and madness flashing in his eyes.

"You're going to pay for that," he said as he took the pocket knife to her shoulder. He cleanly carved RON into it as she screamed from the pain. Blood flowed easily down her shoulder, dripping on the white carpet of her bedroom and soaking the white blouse she wore. He dropped the knife and focused his attention on what he truly came for.

He kissed her again, but this time did not hold back the anger he felt. He bruised her lips, trying to get her to respond. His hands roamed up her body, touching parts forbidden to him now. He kissed down her neck, biting along and leaving bruises.

"It's your fault I'm like this," he told her as he unbuttoned her blouse. Tears streaked her face as he opened her shirt to reveal her lacy white bra, "Always wearing those tight little outfits," he moaned, running his hands against her exposed flesh, "Teasing me with those little looks of yours," he tightened the hold he had around her neck as she gasped for air, "I know you still feel the same for me. I know you want me as much as I want you."

He magicked her skirt off, leaving her in only her knickers and bra. He magicked his clothes off as well, pushing against her as she struggled with more energy to stop him. She called out his name and demanded he stop but he snickered. He leaned his face into hers, gripping her neck in a choke. She gasped for breath as he breathed on her face.

"Now you'll know the pain I've been feeling for months 'Mione," he unhooked her bra, "And you'll feel my want for you," his fingers hooked her knickers, "I'm going to fuck you," he whispered to her and she cried for herself, helpless to stop him.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" A light shot from the doorway and hit Ron.

He fell straight backward and Hermione slid down the wall. She thanked all the gods she could think of that someone found her just in time. A man came over, wrapping his shirt around her. He helped her up and took her to the living room where several of her friends waited. Harry had his face set in a grim line, shaking his head as he went to retrieve Ron. Ginny apologized and hugged her tightly. Hermione shook with sobs as each friend hugged her tightly.

She sat on the couch next to the man who saved her, leaning against him for support. He rubbed her back, holding her to him. Ron was struggling to break his magical bonds as they escorted him out of her flat.

"It's your fault," he called to Hermione, struggling to turn toward her, "And now you know." She put her face into her hands, sobbing once more. She hated to see the madness eating one of her best friends alive but she knew he was going where he would get help.

Eventually everyone left the flat and she was able to breath once more. A mediwitch had come to heal her shoulder but informed her that there would be a scar from what Ron had carved. She began to sob as the mediwitch left with the others.

Someone came over and scooped her up and began to walk toward her bedroom. She cried harder, pounding at his chest and screaming she wouldn't go in there. He hushed her quietly telling her they could go back to his home. She nodded and he dropped her to her feet, holding her up slightly. She tried to walk on her own but crumpled, exauhsted from her living nightmare.

He picked her up once more, and walked over to her fire place. He threw in the powder, shouting out the name of his home. They arrived swiftly in the grand hall and he carried her up the stairs to the bedroom she was all too familiar with.

"Thank you," she said as he got her fresh clothes to change into. He undressed and crawled into bed with her but she cringed away she she noticed he was only in his boxers. He apologized and threw pajama pants on before returning to the bed.

"How did you know?" she asked as he curled around her form, holding her to him as if she'd disapear at any moment.

"You didn't call," he said simply, "and you always call when you get home from work. When you don't I worry and this time I was right to."

She sighed, "what do you think will happen to him?"

"Hopefully the bastard will be put away for a long time," he responded, feeling the anger rush through him once more.

"Draco?" she asked and the blond opened his eyes to look at her.

"Hm?"

"I love you," she told him, curling up into him more. He smiled into her neck.

"I love you too Hermione."

"Thank you," she told him before finally allowing herself some peace. He nuzzled her neck, ready to protect her from the nightmares he was sure to come.

Ron looked out the window at the full moon. A grin spread across his face as he remembered the feel of Hermione's body, the heat from her kisses, and most of all her face as he left. He savored every memory and once he was out of this place he would hunt her down and finish what he started.

A knock at the door turned his attention away from the window and a nurse walked in, carrying his tray of food and medication.

"Here you are Ronald," she said as she placed the tray on his desk in the small room.

"Thank you," he muttered. The nurse turned to walk away but his voice stopped her, "Judy?"

She turned around as she felt a piece of glass cut into her. Ron smiled over her as she struggled to make a sound. Helpless gasping and gurgling came from the dying woman and Ron pushed her hand away from him. He took her white coat and hat, changing into them swiftly.

He left his clothes behind and shifted himself into the crowd of the hospital. Once outside he smelled the fresh air for the first time in months and looked around. He picked up the nearest paper and saw red at what was across the front page.

"MALFOY HEIR TO MARRY MUGGLE-BORN: FIRST TIME IN CENTURIES" the title read and there was a picture of Hermione and Draco, laughing at something the photographer said. Ron concentrated on Hermione's laughing smile. He tore the picture out and made sure to tear out Draco. He was determined to conquer Hermione, whether that meant the end of both of them, he didn't care.

Somewhere across London, however, an excited woman gushed to her best friend about her wedding plans. She didn't realize though, the danger she was about to find at the hands of one of her former best friends.