Thank you for the reviews! Sorry it took so long to update, I just started school and I've had so much work...anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Hermione got up much earlier than usual. Viktor would not be up for a while, and she really needed some time to herself. She had pulled out her wedding photo album and was looking at the pictures. They smiled brightly and danced around. That was one of the best days of her life, so how could it turn out so bad? The pictures were too painful to look at, so she whipped out her wand and the album flew back onto the shelf. She got out of the chair and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Suddenly, she heard Viktor's footsteps coming down the stairs.

"What are you doing up?" She asked with a large, fake smile. He shrugged.

"Listen, about last night..." Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Was he about to apologize? After all this time, was he going to say he was sorry?

"Look, you had to learn your lesson. I would say it was my fault, but you deserved it. You should not have been with that man, but I forgive you." He said in a condescending voice. Viktor was speaking to her as if she were inferior, a child. She was beyond angry.

"Right." She spat angrily. This was not how she should have handled it, and she knew it. She needed to be brave and strong. Alas, she was just not. Hermione did not feel like being hurt anymore, so she bottled up the anger she felt.

"Anyways, I'd better go. I am going with the team to practice Quidditch. I told you the other day. I'll be gone for a few days. Don't wait for me. Have some fun while I'm gone." He said.

"Alright." She said with a nod. Honestly, she had no intention of waiting for him so she could have fun. Hermione actually hoped he would be gone for a while. Harry and Ginny were going to come over when Viktor left. He kissed Hermione on the cheek and walked out the front door. A sigh of relief came to her. What kind of wife was excited that her husband was not home?

She got up from her chair and wandered up to her bedroom. The clock said it was only 6:15. Harry and Ginny would not be there for hours, but she decided to get ready then. Hermione opened her closet and looked at her things. Almost everything she owned had been chosen by Viktor. He said there were proper ways for her to dress, so he chose everything she wore. It bothered her very much in the beginning, but at this point in their relationship, was there any point in fighting? It's about more than clothes, Hermione thought, it's about control.

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A few hours later, Hermione heard a knock on the door. Excitedly, she ran to open it. When she opened the door, she not only saw Harry and Ginny, but she also saw the man from the previous night.

"Sorry to intrude," Ron began "but when Harry invited me over today, I had no idea that we would be coming here."

"It's fine." Hermione said quietly. She hoped that Viktor would not come home soon. The chances were slim, as he usually left for a few days at a time with his team for practices, but still.

"Your house is just gorgeous." Ginny gushed. She invited them all in and gave them the tour of the house. Hermione thought it was way too big for her and Viktor, but Ginny was in love with it. Harry laughed whenever Ginny asked for something that Hermione had, saying that she should have gotten engaged to a Quidditch star if she wanted things like they had.

"Material things can't always make you happy." Hermione said before she could stop herself.

"That's crap!" Ginny joked, making everyone laugh. After the tour, Hermione began to make tea for her guests. Harry and Ginny told Ron and Hermione about their wedding plans for a while, and then the conversation drifted to jobs.

"What are you thinking of doing with your life?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Well, I was going to be an Auror, but I haven't completed the training. My girlfriend thought it was dangerous." He said while rolling his eyes. "I haven't told her that they are starting the next year of training in 2 months and that I've signed up. For now though, I am just working at my brothers' joke shop."

"You should sign up for the training Hermione. You got enough O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S. You'd be really good at it." Harry said.

"I don't think so." She said, thinking about Viktor.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you want to be a house wife for the rest of your life." Harry said testily.

"Yeah, do the training with me." Ron said with a smile. "Please?"

"I don't think so." Hermione repeated.

"You've changed." Harry mumbled, but his voice began to get louder. "You used to be all about going somewhere in life! Now all you want is what? To be Viktor's slave? That's not the Hermione I know."

"Harry!" Ginny snapped. "You are being unfair."

No. Hermione thought. He is not being unfair. He is correct

"I am not being unfair. She always said that she'd change the world. How can she do that from Viktor's house?" Harry said angrily.

"I…" Hermione began. She desperately wanted to be an Auror too. "Look, when you love someone you make sacrifices."

"You know as well as I do that there are limits to what they can ask. He chooses your clothes, your house, you friends, and everything. Maybe you need to think about your relationship." Harry snapped. The room was silent for a few minutes. Hermione knew that Harry was 100% correct. She was not happy, and she needed to think things over. She'd talk with Viktor. He'd understand.

"I guess you're right Harry." She sighed. "I'll talk to Viktor." Harry smiled, and the mood lightened drastically after that. Hermione didn't really pay attention. She had promised she'd talk to Viktor, but would he really understand? The only people she was allowed to see alone were in the room with her, with the exception of Ron of course, and come to think about it, he didn't like her seeing Harry that much either.

"That's all I ask." Harry said happily.

"I hope you become an Auror. I know that we don't know each other too well, but I think we'd have fun together." Ron said. The rest of the day went by quickly. It was full of mindless chatter and comical conversations. When it was time that they all left, Hermione was happier than she had been in a while.

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"Viktor!" Hermione exclaimed the next morning. He was generally gone much longer, but he was only gone the one night that time. It was quite unusual. He looked at her, grunted, and pushed passed her without another word.

"Viktor? Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Do I look okay?" He snapped. Truth be told, he did not look okay at all. He looked like he hadn't slept the night he was gone. He looked like he devastated about something, like he was about to cry.

"What's the matter?" She asked, running to his side then embracing him.

"I'm off the team." He mumbled under his breath.

"What?!" She asked. She was genuinely shocked. From the little she knew about Quidditch, she could tell he was talented.

"Apparently I am too aggressive." He said while rolling his eyes like it was the biggest lie he'd ever heard. Hermione said nothing. She knew he was aggressive with his teammates. It was actually a wonder that he was on the team for this long.

"Oh honey, it'll be okay." Hermione whispered. All of a sudden, Viktor slapped her. She looked at him angrily, but then she thought about it. He was under a lot of pressure. Didn't he need a way to relieve the stress? The slaps kept coming, and they were getting harder each time. Tears began streaming down her face as she patiently waited for him to be done. It wouldn't be too long, she told herself. After a few minutes, the hitting stopped.

"You know," Viktor began after a few minutes of silence. "It's your fault that I am off the team. If you didn't make me so mad, I wouldn't take my anger out on my team. If you weren't such a bitch, maybe I would still have a job."

"What?" She yelled. "My fault?" He walked over to her and began kissing her forehead.

"I know you're sorry. You'd never mean to get me so mad." He cooed. The more Hermione thought about it, the more he seemed right. If she could just behave, things like that wouldn't happen to him.

"I really am sorry." She sighed. They both began to walk up the stairs and go into their room, and began getting changed into their pajamas.

"Well, you can make it up to me." Viktor said with a sleazy smile. Hermione sighed angrily, but then tried to hide it with a yawn. She nodded and they both went into bed.

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There was no possible way. No way. No way at all. It had been 3 weeks since Viktor had lost his job. Not now, she thought to herself. She went into the bathroom and fumbled through her purse to find the box with the item she had just bought. She found it after a few minutes, and then she looked at the box. "Pregnancy Test," was written in big black letters. She knew there was a spell to test for things like this, but she didn't know it. Muggle tests were pretty accurate. Hermione held her breath as she took the test. Viktor was out with some friends, so this was the best time for her to try and figure this out. After a few minutes, she knew the answer would be right in front of her. She shook as she reached for the stick. She took a deep breath, and then looked. A little pink plus sign was staring her in the face.

She stared at she plus for at least twenty minutes while crying her eyes out. The abuse had gotten worse since Viktor lost his job. What would he do if he knew she was pregnant? Plus, the pregnancy messed up her career plans. You couldn't be pregnant and train to be an Auror. Her and Viktor had been trying for a baby for the duration of their marriage, and now she got pregnant? She cried harder as she realized that the baby may destroy the fragile life she had now.

A/N Thanks for reading! Please review. I hope to not take so long to update next time.