A/N: Okay guys here is my new fiction and I really like the idea but I am not sure if I've done it out too well. I got the idea a while ago but have been trying to figure it all out was all. I love this fiction idea and I think it is really good. I hope you all enjoy it.


Hermione woke bright and early and glanced at her sleeping husband. She hated him but she honestly had no choice. Her parents had made her marry him but they never knew what he really did to her. She didn't even love him and she was sure he was seeing other women himself because he wouldn't even come back some nights.

She didn't care though, she never even kissed him but once and that was the day they had gotten married; a day she regretted very much. She made her way out of the bed and glanced back at her husband's messy brown hair. "Prat," she muttered as she pulled out her wand and whispered a few spells to clean herself up before putting it away.

Her husband was a muggle so she was always doing magic when he wasn't around and neither was his son, her step son. She sighed softly knowing her husband would be either sleeping in or would leave after waking up like always.

She made her way out of the room and loudly banged on her step son's bed room door. "Ayden! Get up and get ready for school!" she cried in and hoping he would wake up. Her step son was fifteen years old and in High School which was a pain to her. She wanted a son who could do magic and she could teach things. She hardly knew anything about muggle school and the things they learned and she was the one who helped him with his homework since her husband was never home to do it.

"You aren't the boss of me!" Ayden's tired voice called back. He never respected his step mother but he liked the fact that she at least gave him attention unlike his father. He was just grumpy in the morning so he always told her to go away or something.

"Oh really! Well then, I guess you will be missing school and I won't make up any excuse for you. To think, your girlfriend might miss having you around this morning," Hermione replied as she walked into the kitchen. This was the same speech she gave Ayden almost every morning and it always worked.

Ayden went flying out of his room and was sitting at the table with his backpack next to him. "Breakfast please."

"I am only human Ayden, I need some time to make it," Hermione told Ayden calmly as she went to work making the breakfast. She hated the fact she couldn't use magic for this either, it would speed things up a whole lot.

"Well can you hurry?" Ayden asked cheerfully like he did every morning after Hermione's speech of why he should get out of bed.

"Ayden, I don't have super powers," Hermione told him as she went to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice and poured some into a cup for Ayden then handing it to him.

Not that he doesn't know of at least.

"Is there anyway you can get some, and maybe some for me too?" Ayden asked with a small chuckle. He really got along with Hermione and she was the first step mom to actually pay attention to him. He was shocked Hermione had even lasted five years with him and his father. He knew very well what his father did to his wife when ever he got a new one and Hermione didn't seem like the kind of person to put up with it but some how she did.

"Sorry Ayden I can't do that," Hermione said cheerfully as she finished up the breakfast and laid it out on the table for him.

"Hermione if you don't mind me asking, why is it you are still with my father? I know what he does to you but I don't get how you can stand it," Ayden said quietly. He just needed to know, it was something that was really bothering him to know but he liked having Hermione around.

"I don't. I have to stay with him. My parents arranged our wedding as you know which means I can't leave him, he has to leave me. That will only be when he gets tired of me, which he doesn't use me for anything now," Hermione sighed softly and took a seat at the table with Ayden. "Fact is, my parents didn't approve of the person I did love but the reasons are unknown to me. I miss this person very much."

"Why don't you see him?" Ayden asked quietly as he looked at Hermione and managed to eat at the same time.

"I haven't talked with him in over five years Ayden. I doubt he even knows I still exist. I do miss him though and I wouldn't know where to find him though I do know where to find his parents," Hermione said as she gave Ayden a small smile.

"Well I say you should find him and sleep with him then my father will get rid of you," Ayden said almost cheerfully and proud of his plan though he would miss having Hermione around.

Hermione chuckled softly and simply shook her head. "Sorry Ayden but that won't work. I can't see him again, not after even writing him for five years. I am sure he is married happily by now."

"So you are going to give up just like that? The man you love and you are just going to give up?" Ayden asked as he got up out of his chair and put his plate in the sink. "Sad, I thought you where the kind of girl who would put up a fight for the man she loves. I seriously think you could have had a second chance if you did," he told her before grabbing his backpack and walking out of the house to school.

Hermione watched Ayden leave her all alone and then let out a sigh. She never knew it would take a fifteen year old boy to make her see that she was nothing without Ron Weasley. It made her see that she needed to put up a fight. She was tired of this life, a one she hated.

"Good morning Hermione," a voice from behind her said gently and calmly.

Hermione turned around to see her husband James standing there. "Good morning," she said quietly and then getting up out of the chair and making a plate for him as he sat down where she had just been. All it took was a good morning for her to do what she was supposed to. She set the plate down in front of him with a glass of orange juice for him. "Have a good day at work. Put your dishes in the sink when you are done," she told him then heading out to the living room but James grabbed her wrist and stopped her from leaving.

"Hermione, sit down," James told her calmly and then throwing her back into the empty chair. She surprisingly didn't fall backwards when she landed in the chair which she was thankful for. "I am tired of you avoiding me."

"What are you talking about? I'm not avoiding you," Hermione said as she looked at him. She really hated him when he was like this. He would start off all nice and calm then out of no where he would get so aggressive with her and throw her around like she was his girl toy.

"Oh really? Well you just tried leaving right when I sat down to eat," James told Hermione as he started to eat his food.

"Well I thought you wanted the house clean, always," Hermione said gently as she looked at her lap.

"Yes but you could at least sit with your husband while you eat," James told her as he finished eating but didn't get up.

"I DON'T CARE!" Hermione protested as she stood up and looked at him. "I HATE YOU! My parents made you marry me! I don't care what you think! I should be able to do whatever I want! I want to divorce you but I can't!"

James was very shocked how Hermione just lost it like that and with him. "How dare you use that tone with me Hermione," he scowled as he got up and slapped her across the face. "You are mine Hermione and I can get rid of you when ever I want. I haven't even gotten one good night out of you yet."

Hermione could feel her face stinging in pain from his slap but with his comment she didn't care and slapped him back hard. "I AM NOT YOUR DAMN GIRL TOY!" she yelled as in fury. She wasn't going to let him do anything to her no matter what.

"Yes you are!" James told her as he took her hand and pulled her closer like he had felt no pain from her slap. "You are my girl toy and I can do whatever I please with you because your parents gave me the permission to."

Hermione backed away which caused the table to fall over and break the dishes that where on it. "I don't care! I am not your girl toy because I choose not to and I can stop you from doing anything to me!" she cried as she backed up against the wall.

James simply smirked as he cornered her against the wall and then started to hit her hard all over her body. When she finally passed out he took her in his arms and carried her into their room before going off to work. With how badly he had hit her he guessed that she'd be out until he got back then he would finish her off before he got rid of her.