SUMMARY:
Hermione thought she had it great. A sweet caring boyfriend. Ronald was her everything. She loved him. But people chanj. Ron had becom abusive & violent.Hermione was afraid 2 go back for 7th year. Her sweet angel was now her worst fear.
Who coud save her?
A/N- Hello everybody! I hope you guys like my story, it's rated T for abuse and stuff. Please, Please review if you get the chance. I don't normally write violence stories so this is a first for me. It sort of came to me this morning. Thanks for reading! xoxoxoxox
STORY:
Hermione was happy. True she was out a little late but Lavender sure knew how to keep people talking. As she headed home to the flat she shared with her boyfriend Ronald Weasley for this summer before their seventh year, Hermione pulled out a bottle of firewhisky she had gotten for Ron. She hoped he would be happy to see her and not upset that she had stayed out longer than he had wanted her to……
Hermione knew her boyfriend loved her; he just had a hard time showing his feelings. She unconsciously rubbed the bruise on her shoulder that was concealed under a long blouse.
Hermione reached the winding path to the flat and made her way to the door. She could see a light was still on. She opened the door and cautiously walked in.
"Finally decided to show up did you?" A harsh voice asked from a nearby chair,
"Ron? It was Lavender. She-she was talking about her new dress…"
"Oh. So a New dress is more important than me is it?"
"N-no," Hermione stammered, "I got you th-this," Hermione held up the bottle of firewhisky.
Ron was now advancing on her. Hermione dropped the bottle and moved back against the wall.
"Look at this mess!" Ron shouted pointing at the spilled firewhisky, "You're pathetic! You piece of garbage! You told me you were going to be home nearly half an hour ago! But you enjoy keeping me waiting don't you?" Ron grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and pushed her onto the table.
Hermione whimpered as Ron struck her back and tears rolled down her cheeks unnoticed. Why was he hurting her? She wished with all her might for it to be over, for it to end. Suddenly a rather hard hit to the back of Hermione's head brought forth unconsciousness.
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Hermione awoke to the happy birds singing. They were mocking her sad mood. Suddenly a shadow appeared over her. It was Ron. Hermione sat up and found that Ron must have put her to bed.
"We've been invited to a beginning of term banquet," He grunted,
"When?" asked Hermione quietly,
"Tonight," He replied, "You'd better sharpen up and look respectable. I'm not having everyone thinking my girlfriend's trash," He said that a little louder before walking out of the flat and slamming the door.
Hermione really wasn't looking forward to vending out into the public right after last night. Thinking about it brought unshed tears to her eyes. Hermione walked into the small kitchen and found the invitation on a counter top.
To Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger
You have been invited to a start of term banquet at six o'clock tonight.
This will be a chance for you to celebrate your final year at Hogwarts and get words of encouragement from each new seventh year.
Dress is formal and attendance is compulsory.
Looking forward to seeing you there,
…Hogwarts Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall…
So, it was compulsory. Hermione sighed. She would never defy anything McGonagall ordered. Hermione went back to the bedroom and looked into the mirror. Her shoulders had new bruises on them. Some were really big and you could see hand outlines. They were already turning purple.
"Well, I guess it's another sleeve dress," Hermione sighed and looked down at her wrists. More bruises. Wondering briefly why she was such a bad girlfriend to Ron, she sifted through a number of dresses she owned.
The first was a forest green strap dress. That would not do. Her stupid bruises on her arms and her back would not permit her to wear this dress. The next one she picked out was a pale blue, floaty dress but it had the largest open back of all of them. Hermione tried so hard to find a long-sleeved, closed back dress but she just didn't own one.
Suddenly she saw a box labeled gloves. She opened it and found a pair of ruby coloured, elbow high gloves. They would cover her wrist and most of her arm bruises so she just needed a dress to cover her shoulders and back. Hermione pulled out a scarlet dress with short sleeves and a full back. It covered her shoulder bruises and her back, despite being significantly low cut at the front. Oh well, it's not like my cleavage was bruised, she thought. She picked out a pair of red stilettos and a silver chain necklace that Ron had brought her last Christmas……last Christmas, when everything was okay….
"Perfect," Hermione sighed in relief at finding a dress and went to wash her hair and get ready before Ron returned from wherever he was. She would be seeing Harry and Ginny tonight. And the rest of the seventh year population of Hogwarts, she remembered. She was determined to have a good time.