'THAT.' gasp, thrust, 'BLOODY, CHEATING TART!'
She had just returned from being with her friends, but she smelled of sex and liquor and cigarettes. The smell was harsh on his delicate nose, and his vision went black, visions of what he wanted to do to her flashed in his head. He unknowingly grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her roughly, back and forth, back and forth. He wanted, no needed, to strangle her, to hurt her as much as he could. 'How could she do this to him? After all he has done for her?' He, magically, made a slash in her abdomen.He felt the warm liquid gush over his fingers, warming his soul, he plunged his hand deeper, feeling the slippery organs that laid beneath her skin.
He heard her moan, far off in his mind, ignoring it, he squeezed what he had grabbed, harder. He felt the fingers that were digging into his shoulders slacken, her nails withdrawing from his skin, that bitch. He reared his hand back, out of her limp, bloody body, and saw what he still held in his hand. Her heart.
It was nothing like the hearts he had seen before, it was like he could see her pureness drip off from it. It was pristine, like a cherished family heirloom, in it's condition, he precariously wrapped a delicate, white handkerchief around it, placing it in an old trunk laying about.
He saw a glimmer of light from her hand, catching his eye, he turned and looked. It was a shiny, new engagement ring, most likely from the Weasel.
He picked up her body, letting her torso lay across his shoulders, he carried her into his bedroom, before shredding her clothes. He yanked her ring off, tossing it to the floor, before he finished his business with Hermione.
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Ronald Weasley opened the parcel, he had just received from an unknown owl. He set the heavy package down, unwrapping the thick brown paper, and peered inside. He let out a skriek of agony, before he backed into the wall, he couldn't get the vision of what he saw out of his head. He expelled sick, all over the floor. Giving himself a few, heartbreaking moments, he walked forward to peer in the box once more.
There sat Hermione's Hazel Brown eyes, their engagement ring in between, they both sat atop of a nest made out of her curly brown hair, and what looked like melted skin. He weakly called for Harry, before he slipped in his vomit. As he fell, his head whammed into the counter, making Ronald Weasley, no more.