Honeymoon from Hell

"Hermione. Where are you? I would really like to go to bed. With you…" I gagged when Ron's begging met my ears. I was hiding in a closet from my husband. Why don't I just write pathetic on my forehead in marker?

I had managed for three days to avoid sleeping with Ron. I just couldn't come to terms with it. I don't even know why I married him in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron, just not in the romantic way.

"Hermione. Why are you hiding in the closet?" I looked up and saw Ron peeking through the door of the closet. Great.

"I was looking for something to wear, of course." I said and my voice was usually high pitched.

"Oh, well. Can you open the door please?" He asked, trying not to sound demanding, but I knew he would be upset if I didn't.

I hesitantly opened the door and saw he was half naked. Shit. I felt terrified and looked at the wall.

"Hermione, it's been a few days and we are on our Honeymoon." He said slowly. I gulped and avoided his gaze.

"Yes?" I said, softly.

"Well, I would like to make love to my wife. It kind of seals the deal. Are you afraid?" he asked taking my hand. I frowned. Ron was supposed to be understanding!

"Yes, I am. I just don't know why I don't want to. I'm sorry, Ron." I whispered, and he sighed.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, calmly. I tensed.

"No." I knew he thought I was, but I didn't want to lie to him after only three days of our marriage.

"What?" he said, his calm pretense disappearing.

"I said no, Ron. I'm not a virgin, but it's been a long time and I don't-"

He cut me off when he let go of my hand and stood in front of me.

"Who!" he demanded.

"What does it matter, Ron. It won't take it back." I whispered feeling like I was going to start crying.

"Damn it! Just tell me!" he screamed and I looked up at him in fear.

"Victor."

"Oh god." He went off to rant at me. Telling me how irresponsible it was to have sex outside of marriage. I tuned it out. I hadn't exactly lied. I didn't know who I slept with, it had happened at some party thrown in Harry's honor for defeating Voldemort. It had been a masquerade party, so I had no clue who slept with me that night. It could have been Victor, but I doubt it was.

"Hermione!" I looked up startled out of my thoughts. Ron was a purplish color and hatred was obvious in his expression.

"What should I do about this?" he asked me accusingly.

"About what?" I asked, feeling confused.

"You're a cheater. I can't have a wife that cheats on me."

I stared at him, sure he was joking but I realized he was not.

"Ron we weren't married when I slept with him. We weren't even dating yet. I haven't been unfaithful to you." I said, firmly, but Ron didn't except that. I was too stunned to absorb what he did right away. But his hand came down across my face, leaving a sting behind.

"Do not speak to me that way." He hissed, and I looked for my wand but saw it wasn't in the room.

His hand gripped my shoulders and straddled me on the bed of our hotel room.

"Ron, get off me!" I screamed, but he wasn't listening and he pulled out his wand and muttered something under his breath. My clothes disappeared and I realized I wasn't going to be able to fight him off. Sheer panic overtook me and I was gasping for breath as Ron slowly undressed himself. I tried to move, but couldn't. He must have stupefied me. I was so confused. Ron had been so caring and loving during the whole year we dated. Why was he suddenly being so abusive and evil!

My thoughts were interrupted when Ron pushed himself into me. It was terrible and disgusting. It barely lasted 2 minutes, but I had tears slipping down my face and bruises all over me when it was.

"There, was that so hard?" he asked, softly. I remained silent and stared at the ceiling threw my tears.

"Come on, Mione, I didn't really hurt you." He said with a chuckle. Hatred boiled in me and I wanted to kill him for hurting me this way and then laughing about it!

"Get off of me now." I said, finally able to speak. He looked confused but did as I asked. I jumped up and grabbed my clothes. As soon as I was out of the room I hurriedly pulled on my shirt and underwear, before grabbing my wand to apparate to the burrow.

I opened my eyes and saw I was in the bathroom of the burrow. I felt more tears slide down my face and I sat down on the floor. I knew Ron wouldn't come to his house looking for me. He probably went to find another girl to beat on and rape. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and knew I should stand up and apparate home to my flat, but I couldn't stand. I felt paralyzed and I just sat there as the door opened.

"I'll be right back, Molly, just using the loo." Harry!

He shut the door behind him and started to unzip his pants.

"Harry!" I said sharply. I didn't want to see that! He must have jumped twelve feet high with a very girlish squeak.

"HERMIONE!" He gasped and quickly zipped his pants. I smiled sadly. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"What the hell are you doing here? Oh god is Ron in here too?" he asked suddenly backing away. I shook my head and pulled my knees to my chest, forgetting that I didn't have pants on.

"Mione? What's going on? Why are you here?" he asked sitting down next to me. I appreciated that he didn't stare at my semi- nakedness.

"Ronald is on my hit list." I said, hoarsely.

"Have you been crying?" he asked suddenly. I nodded and wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I was shivering because of the cold tiled bathroom floor, and Harry noticed.

"Come on. We can talk in my room." Harry whispered. I nodded and let him walk me back to his room.

I couldn't ever remember being in his room before and it was a lot nicer than Ron's.

His bed was made and his clothes were in his dress, where Ron's were all over the floor.

"Now, what's up?" he said after I had sat down.

"Ron isn't who I thought he was." I said and Harry narrowed his eyes.

"How so?"

"I've been regretting marrying him since I said I do. I thought if I just spent time with him I would get over it, but he wanted sex and I didn't. I've only ever slept with one person on time and I was nervous. He went into a rage and called me a cheater and asked what he should do with me. I told him we weren't together when I …anyway he hit me and then...he well." I stopped abruptly and looked at Harry in fear he would call me a lair.

I could see a rage the rivaled Ron's in his eyes.

"He hit you!" Harry repeated, with narrowed eyes. I nodded and felt I should continue, but I kept my mouth closed.

"Did he do anything else?"

"Can't you guess?" I whispered and his eyes clouded over. He looked down at my mostly bare body and cursed.

"GINNY?" He yelled and I jumped at the sudden outburst.

I heard hurried footsteps down the hall and then the door was burst open, to reveal a very upset Ginny Weasely.

"Harry, who the hell do you think you are-" she stopped mid- sentence when she saw me and my condition.

"Oh no." she said and closed the door behind her.

"I'm sorry." She said and came over to give me a hug. Harry glared at her, but his gaze softened when he looked at me again.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you Ginny. I really am, but if you'll excuse me for a minute." Harry said and before I could protest, he apparated in front of us.

"Where did he go!" I asked, feeling more tears coming. Ginny rubbed my back soothingly and murmured that he would be back soon.

"But where would he go?" I said, but she didn't need to tell me. I knew that he had gone to find Ron. Hopefully he would beat the shit out of him. Ron deserved it.

"Mione, I wouldn't tell too many people what happened." Ginny said, suddenly.

"How did you know what had happened before I even told you?" I asked suspiciously. She turned red and her eyes went to the floor.

"Let's say Ron practiced before he married you."

A lump rose in my throat, and I gasped in disgust.

"Oh, Gin, I can't believe it. I mean Ron used to me so friendly." I said with desperation.

"He was a good actor. This has been happening since I was 11 Hermione." She whispered and I couldn't describe the complete hatred I felt for her brother. How could he?

"Come on, enough story telling. Just lie down and sleep. Harry will be back when you wake up. Goodnight Hermione. I'll lock the door behind me."

Ginny knew what I was feeling and I was grateful for that. I fell asleep, thankfully without dreams.