AN: If you're are sensitive to abuse, strong language, and rape, I would highly suggest that you skip this chapter. This was a tough one to write and was very emotional so if it seems a bit choppy, ignore it. I hope you enjoy it. I promise, the story will get happier after this.

Kiss With a Fist

Four Years Later...

"Morning love." Hermione whispered to Ron. He groaned and opened his eyes lazily.

"Mornin' babe." he breathed

"It's time to go to work. It's Friday…if that helps anything." Hermione giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Ron grinned at her and hopped out of the bed to get ready for another day's work at the Auror Office.

Their relationship was perfect for the previous four years. He'd buy her flowers, cook dinner, and even do the dishes. Although they were tired, both of them gathered up the energy to make love almost every night. She sighed from the wondrous old memories. Now, they barely have sex, and when they did, he was sloppy and always wanted Hermione to give him a blowjob. Hermione usually declined, so he'd just end it right there. She agreed once, but he used her head as a game controller. (which made her neck sore for about a week) After dinner last night, Hermione spoke up about it, which resulted in a heated argument. She won, so he promised he would treat her much better from now on.

'He just has his moments.' Hermione thought to herself.

"'Mione?" Ron asked from the closet

"Yeah?"

"When I get back from work today and enter our flat, I want to see you in a dress, all ready to go."

"Where?" Hermione gasped.

"I'm taking you out tonight. I'm gonna treat you like I should've been for the past couple of years." Ron said cheerfully

"It's a date!"

"Certainly" Ron said walking out of the closet with his best-looking suit.

"Why are you wearing your lucky suit?" Hermione asked

"I think I'm gonna get that promotion today!" Ron said.

"I wish you the best of luck." Ron grinned and walked towards Hermione

"This'll be the start of something new." He whispered and kissed Hermione lovingly.

"I love you." She whispered.

"Love you too. See you tonight!" He yelled while grabbing his briefcase. With a loud 'POP' he vanished.

'This is the Ron I love.'

"Where is he?" Hermione groaned, sitting on the edge of her living room couch staring at the door. It was 3:30 in the morning, and Ron never came home from work. You'd think she might be worried sick, wondering if he's unconscious in a South London alley. The only reason why she is awake is to yell at him. He has done this three times now; he'd clock out and party until the morning light. It made Hermione sick!

"This is not the start of something new. Quit making promises you can't keep, bloody arsehole." Hermione gripped her wand tightly, ready to hex him into oblivion. She changed out of a revealing black dress into her pajamas. Her hair was tied and her face was tense, ready to strike.

The door burst open and out comes Ron, who wobbled out of the doorway.

"HHEEEEEEEEEEYYY! REEEAADDDY FOR DINNER?" Ron roared drunkenly.

"Belt up Ron! Where have you been all night!"

"I got the promotion and we went to celebrate."

"You and who else went out?"

"Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Dean." he slurred.

"Where did you guys go?"

"Stop asking me questions and gimme a kiss. Or better yet, maybe we can take this to the bedroooom." After loudly shutting the door, Ron stumbled to a now standing Hermione and leaned in for a sloppy kiss.

"You better answer me before I hex you!" Hermione threatened while swatting him away.

"It's not any of your fucking business." Hermione slapped Ron as hard as she could.

"How dare you? If you're out until three in the fucking morning it is my bloody business!"

"Well you aren't my mum you filthy little-"

"Little what?" Hermione interrupted.

Ron stood there gritting his teeth angrily. He looked a mess. His hair was tangled , his clothes were wrinkled, and his breath smelt of every liquor in the wizarding world.

"You filthy little cunt!"

'Stupefy!' Ron flung backwards, crashed onto the door, and slid onto the ground groaning.

"You arsehole! How dare you speak to me that way! I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE START OF SOMETHING NEW! You're just a drunk who only cares about himself! You promised you ungrateful bastard! Fuck you!"

Ron stood up surprisingly quickly, gritting his teeth even harder than before.

"How dare you do that to me you bitch!" Ron screamed while running towards Hermione with his wand raised.

'Expelliarmus!' Hermione squeaked. His wand flew into Hermione's palm and she tucked it under the waistband of her pajama pants.

"I'm so tired of this daft bullshit Ron! I might as well leave you!"

"No you aren't!"

"I've already got my beaded bag, ready to go. There's nothing you can do about that!" Hermione picked up her beaded bag and muttered a spell into it. Her belongings zoomed into it one by one: clothes, shoes, books, and other necessities. Once her items were in her bag, she wrapped it around her wrist.

"You aren't leaving." Ron grunted. He walked to Hermione and tried to pry the bag from her grip.

"Get off me!" she yelled. His hands yanked hers and rocked Hermione from side to side. His thick fingers fumbled around hers, scratching her aching wrist.

"You aren't leaving!"

"Yes I AM!" Hermione lifted up her leg and kicked Ron hard in right shin.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

"You rotten bastard! You didn't have to scratch my fucking wrist that way!" Hermione bellowed. Ron arose quickly and roughly shoved Hermione against the wall. She gasped.

"You don't treat me that way." Ron muttered.

"YOU? THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU!" Ron yanked the bag from Hermione's grip and straddled her wrists. He moved in closer, breathing heavily onto her lips.

"I give you everything and this is how you repay me?" Ron said.

"What do you mean EVERYTHING," Hermione retorted, "It's not like you've done anything nice for me in a three months!"

"I was gonna take you out."

"Ron, get off of me...now. I just wanna leave." Hermione said sternly.

After a long pause, Ron hissed, "No."

Hermione spat into his face as forcefully as she could. Ron wiped the spit from his cheek, snarling irritably.

"You bitch!"

Hermione punched him dead in the throat.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way!"

"What are you gonna do about it you cunt!" Hermione swung her leg back and tried to kick Ron in the chest. Like a swift martial artist, Ron grabbed her ankle and flung it back down to the side, causing Hermione to lose her balance. She slammed her foot on the hardwood floor and fell onto it with a sharp, excruciating pain coming from her ankle. Hermione began to cry while clutching her foot, praying that her ankle wasn't sprained.

"GET UP!" He yelled. Hermione rolled from side to side, crying and holding her swollen foot.

"Oh you're crying now, huh?" he said, "It's just a simple pull, we can just pop it back into place."

'BASH' Ron slammed his foot on Hermione's injured ankle.

"AUUUUUUGH!" Hermione screamed. The pain was unbearable; it burned, pulsed, and ached along with the rest of her trembling was covered in a thick layer of sweat, trying her best to ignore the pain and to leave as fast as she could.

Ron was standing over her, rage still flaring in his eyes. Hermione couldn't concentrate to apparate. She was injured and Ron was…hitting her. Actually hitting her! She couldn't process the thought.

Ron grabbed Hermione by her shoulders and pulled her up to him.

"You won't leave me!" He said shaking her.

"I am leaving you-y"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" Hermione tried to hold back the sharp pain in her ankle. He slapped her.

Then again.

Then again.

Then he began to hit her ferociously. Every single bone and muscle ached. She tried to kick him but he had her harnessed. She was blank, entirely blank. Ron hoisted Hermione over his shoulder.

"GIVE ME MY BAG RON!" Hermione yelled. "GIVE ME MY BACK SO I CAN LEAVE YOU!"

"I won't let you." Ron carried her to their bedroom and flung Hermione onto their queen sized bed.

"I love you." He said sincerely. Ron ripped off his shirt and began to kiss Hermione's neck, trying to take off her pajama shirt. He took his wand from her waistband and tucked it behind his ear. Ron yanked Hermione's wand from her grip and threw it out of the door.

"No, Ron. No. No!" She protested.

"It's fine. I love you."

" Ron! No! GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF! HELP! HELP!" She yelled

"Shh!"

"HELP!"

Ron zipped his pants and shrugged them to his ankles.

"Shhhhhh."

With her good leg, she kicked him hard in what felt like the crotch.

"Gah!" He fell backwards on the ground, gurgling, about to throw up. He shook while holding his crotch, swearing like he had been all night. Ron let go of her bag. Hermione rolled out of bed and tried to walk on her ankle. The pain was excruciating. It began to pulse and ache again. She ended up hopping out of her old bedroom, grabbing her beaded bag along the way.

While hopping down the hallway, a force pushed her down onto the hardwood floor, hitting her jaw and busting her lip on the ground.

"You're weak." He said wiping the last bit of bile from his lip. Hermione began to crawl to her wand, trying to ignore the sharp pain erupting from her body. Ron tried to grab her ankles, only to meet the ground in a painful tumble.

'Concentrate Hermione' Once she reached her wand she heard Ron protest loudly, professing his love even though he just beat her.

"I WILL NEVER BE WEAK! You're the weak one, Ron." She replied

'POP!'

She vanished.

AN: Phew, that was a doosey! Anyways, I might finish the next chapter soon but I have marching band camp in a couple weeks and for those who are unaware, band camp takes places ALL DAY and is extremely tiring and time-consuming. It lasts for two weeks then school begins about the next week after it ends. So the chapter updates might lack so I really wanted to tell you guys in the upfront. But I have time this week, so chapter 3 should be up BY July 22nd. But i'm really unsure about the rest according to my schedule. I WILL TRY MY BEST EVERYONE!