The letter came on Monday.
She had opened the door, and stepped inside. And there it was, lying on the kitchen counter. She stepped into the cramped apartment, leaving the door open. She hadn't seen the owl flying in. She frowned when she saw it, lying there on the cluttered counter, and looked at the window. Strange… She was positive that she had charmed the windows… but… she tapped her want against the windowsill. Sparks flew from the tip of her wand. No, it was still good. Then how…?
"Ron, did you leave a letter on the counter?" she called. No answer. She frowned.
"Ron! RONALD!" she belted. She frowned… she was beginning to sound like Molly.
The door flew open, and he stuck his head out. He looked flustered, and she noticed, exactly how disheveled he looked. "I'm sorry, Hermione, did you say something"
"Ron," she held up the letter.
He looked up at the piece of paper. "What's that?"
She shook her head. "Nothing." She frowned and waved her head. "Go back to whatever you were doing… "
He blinked and shrugged. The door slammed shut.
She looked at the rich paper, and frowned as she unfolded it. Her blood ran cold as her eyes looked over the bold black letters.
I KNOW YOUR SECRET.
No, no, think Hermione, think. She looked around for her wand, where was her wand? Stupid, stupid, s it was in her hand. She tapped the paper, and it went up into flames. she watched the rich paper curl into dark crisp ashes. No.. no.. it couldn't be.. she was sure of t. There was no way anyone would know.. could there? She looked out the window, and narrowed her eyes. How had it gotten in? It was impossible, she had… she would have known if someone broke in……
She heard the sound of the door creaking open, and then footsteps.
Ron.
She had to regain her composure… had to… she closed her eyes, and willed her face to relax, forced herself to feel affection for the man that she married... He kissed the back of her neck. She could feel the dry peeled skin of his lips, the warm wet saliva coating her smooth skin-since he'd licked her lips before he'd come to her. He smelled of unwashed bodies, and of sweaty armpits. Hermione closed her eyes, and ground her teeth together, praying to God for guidance. She resisted the urge as Ron's clumsy hands pulled down pushed up her robes. She wanted to throw him off of her. No.. no…. she had to enjoy this.. had to
"..Ron…" She forced her voice to be thick with desire. She imagined Malfoy's skilled hands running down her body., his tongue playing with her breasts.
He was groping with his robes now. She heard him grunting as he pushed her up against the kitchen counter, the warm pressure of his sex pushing into her own. His breathing quickened now, coming out in little huffs. She gave a slight wince of pain as she felt him push into her dry heat. She thought of Malfoy's face between her thighs, probing her sex with her tongue, Malfoy settling between her spread legs, giving her that devilish smirk as he sank into her. She arched her back against his, and gave a fake practiced moan of pleasure. She could feel the press of Ron's soft flesh against hers, and forced herself to imagine Malfoy's body, forced herself to feel the press of his hard muscled flesh against her own.
"Oh…m- Ron…" she breathed, moving her hips against him spasmodically. Her eyebrows creased as her body tensed with discomfort. Pain jolted lanced through her as he began to move against her body, giving small grunts. She whimpered as her body spasmed, her sex contracting against his manhood. His thrusts were becoming ore frentic now. She ground her teeth, hiding her irritation, and masking her discomfort as he bumped her hips against the kitchen counter. There would be bruises on her hips in the morning, she thought irritably.
She didn't' hear the sound of the knocking, or the door creaking open. Or the footsteps sounding closer and closer. But she heard the sound of the voice that had haunted her dreams for the past two years, and caught the shock of platinum blond hair. Her blood ran cold.
"R-Ron, stop" she whispered, trying to push him off as she turned around. But it was too late to avert the incoming disaster.
"How nice to see that you're still so enthusiastic after two years of marriage…" Malfoy drawled. He leaned up against the wall and flashed him the devilish smile.