Chapter One: Hermione Finds Out
Harry had woken up again after four attempts of trying to sleep. Seems like I'm a prone to nightmares, first the Dursleys, then Voldemort, now Ron. I wonder what will be next? Harry went for another shower, and painfully began his task of rubbing ointment on this molested anus. I hate this…thank god for magic…at least she spelled my wounds back in place…and remember the pain-reducing potion…Drowning a capsule of the pain-reducing potion, he started his slow task of dressing himself carefully, before making his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
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On entering the Great Hall, he scrutinized the Gryffindor table, and seeing that it was impossible to avoid Ron and Hermione anywhere on the table, he made up his mind and walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat himself next to Luna. God…I'm such a wimp, can't even face him the next morning…so pathetic…
"Good morning. Luna." Harry started piling food onto his plate.
"Good morning Harry. Is everything alright?" By now, Luna had put down her utensils and turned her head towards Harry, making them eye-to-eye. I am short…damn you Dursleys…
"Yeah. Why do you ask?" Harry looked at her jadedly and tiredly.
"I'm not saying I don't like you here, but you never sit here. You sure you're fine?" Luna raised both eyebrows at this.
Harry put down his knife and fork, and sighed exasperatedly, "Luna. I am fine. I'm always all right. There's no need to worry. I just felt like sitting here this morning. I haven't talked to you for such a long time."
Harry went back to his food, and Luna, shaking her head sadly, returned to her own food. Seems like talking to Luna is out of question…god…what is wrong with me? Retorting to Luna like that, what was I thinking. She doesn't deserve that attitude. Maybe it's because I am such a horrible person; Ron did that to me. Perhaps I did deserve last night's treatment because I've caused other people more pain…
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It was already half an hour into breakfast, and Harry still hasn't appeared in the Great Hall, or so Hermione thought, as she didn't see Harry making his way to the Ravenclaw table. Turning her head towards her boyfriend, she asked worriedly, "Ron, have you seen Harry this morning? I didn't see him when I came down earlier. Even if he did sleep in, he should be here by now. Do you now where he is?"
Ron waved his wand inconspicuously under the table, casting the imperious curse on Hermione. Seeing her eyes glaze over slightly for a second meaning that his spell worked, he then said, "Oh, Harry that traitor, he won't be joining us. After giving me my present last night, he told me that it would be 'the last gift' from him, after last night, I don't give a damn anymore on what he does. He betrayed us Hermione; don't bother with him anymore. We only have each other now."
Hermione only nodded vaguely, as if she had no emotions, and continued back to finishing off her breakfast. Ron was secretly dancing in delight…there you go Harry. Don't even try and defend yourself now, it would be useless anyway…
Throughout breakfast, Harry didn't even lift his eyes from his plate, and when the time came for going back to the common rooms again for the day, Harry stood up like an old man, and scuffled out of the Great Hall, never once turning his head to the Gryffindor table to look the red-head or the brunette. I don't get Ron. He knew all this time that I was better than him in those areas, but why now? After all these years, why the change of heart? Or did he always feel this way? And he never told me all this…
Harry wandered mindlessly, not really focusing on where he was going, and he ended up smashing into the door of the astronomy tower. Rubbing his head in pain, he looked up saw that the room was surprisingly empty…guess non of the couples want to spend their time here today…Entering the room, and locking the door behind him, he walked over to the window sill, and sat on it sideways, with his head leaned sideways against the window. The weather outside was reflecting the mood Harry was feeling now; rain was splattering heavily against the glass panes and the wind outside was blowing brutally. Every thing was giving off a melancholy atmosphere. The more he looked out into the environment, the more he delved deeper into his own thoughts, thus, causing his chest to become painfully tight, throat constricting harshly, and his sight was rapidly growing more blurry by the second…such a weakling…crying over something I definitely deserved…
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For three days, Hermione and Ron ignored Harry, and vice versa. They never crossed paths, and Harry was fine with it, but one thing kept on nagging his mind; the look in the bushy-haired eyes…I swear I've seen that look somewhere…think…dammit…think…yes…finally…Imperius curse victims…oh my god…I can't believe the lengths Ron would go to…to destroy me…I'm not an idiot…it would be figured out after some time…also…this is violating Hermione mentally…should take it off…and if she still hates me…then…I'll deal with it…
That night, when Hermione was still sitting in front of the fire in the common room reading another tome, Harry inconspicuously waved "finite incantem" at the Head Girl, and straight away, she flinched significantly, and started to turn her head left and right to find what she thought was an intruder.
I hope she still believes in me…she is the only friend I have left…don't end us…you were always cool when it came to logic…I hope that is still there…After a few seconds of silence, Harry came out from behind the couch, and slowly started to make his way towards his friend. He seemed to be treading carefully towards her, not wanting to scare her…more like not wanting to face a forceful confrontation…if anything happens…
"Hermione, hello." Harry timidly whispered into the night.
Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa, moved to one side, and patted the empty seat next to her. "Oh, Harry. It's only you. Come sit down. Where were you for the last few days? To talk about it, I can't remember much about the last three days, what happened?"
The Head Boy carefully sat down on the spot Hermione offered for him, being very cautious to not touch her in any way. What is wrong with me? I can't even touch her without flinching or having flashbacks… He gave a nervous smile, and started talking. I have to tell her…can't lie…or she'll never get it…have to trust her… "You were under the Imperious curse for the last three days. Ron casted it, because he doesn't want you to worry over me anymore."
Hermione looked at him hard and incredulously, and raised both her eyebrows. "Harry, there's more. Talk."
Knowing that there is no way out of this interrogation other than lie, and he doesn't plan on lying any time soon to the brunette, he started telling her the truth. With his legs tucked under him, and his head nearly burrowed into himself, he began murmuring to Hermione with his eyes trained on the dancing flames. "Ron and I had a huge falling out on Christmas night after you went to bed and to ensure that you were on his side, he performed the Imperious curse on you to control your every move, for fear that you wouldn't follow his lead on 'Potter is our enemy'."
Hermione remained absolutely silent after his explanation. Harry took a risk and raised his head to take a peek at his friend. With her wand in her hand, the brunette was shaking in anger, and with furious eyes, she growled out, "How dare he? That bastard. I won't let him off that easily…" Oh my…Hermione must be very angry. She never curse…
"Don't Hermione. It's not worth it, and Ron is your boyfriend. Don't do anything just because he and I had a misunderstanding. What happened, happened, there is nothing you can do to change the circumstances. Just leave it be." Harry interrupted Hermione before she could say anything else. She in response gave a curt nod at Harry's plead. Fine Harry. If that's how you like it, but, I will talk to Ron tonight…after you've gone to bed…
Both heads' stayed silent after that. Harry was enjoying the fact that Hermione is still standing by him, while Hermione was plotting in her head on what to do to her boyfriend. Interrogation…then plan from there…
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Harry had retired to bed again due to exhaustion and weariness, while Hermione stayed downstairs, waiting for the right time to sneak out of the rooms to the Gryffindor chambers. I know it's Christmas so hardly any teachers are on their rounds. If I do get caught, it won't matter because this problem between Harry and Ron is serious…and I have to ask Ron what really happened…Harry was still hiding something from me…
Hearing the clock chiming for 1 o'clock, she performed the Disillusion charm on herself, and stepped out of the Head's chambers to begin her trip to the Gryffindor dormitories. Avoiding Mr Filch and his cat was hard without an invisibility cloak Hermione realized, as she made her way across Hogwarts. Tensing at every minute noise that went around the school, she finally breathed in relief when she reached the Fat Lady.
"Slytherin Sucks" Hermione shook her head at the password. Only Ron would do something like this…not all Slytherins are bad. Upon entering the common rooms, she found her source of interrogation snoring in the armchair next to the fire. Perfect!
"Enervate" Hermione sat herself on the opposite couch, to wait for her boyfriend to come back to the living.
With one last snore, Ron opened his two baby blues, and looked at the bushy-haired blearily. "What Hermione?"
"Nothing Ron, just wanting to ask why I was under the Imperious curse for the past three days? And don't bother lying; you were always awful at it when it came to me." Hermione raised one of her eyebrows, and waited for the redhead's answer.
Ron was squirming under Hermione's light but very cold and hard look, he knew without a doubt that lying would only make the whole situation more adverse. But, there is still a part of him that is very smug about what he had done to Harry.
"I didn't want to loose you to Harry, so the only thing I could think of was to cast the Imperious on you. I'm sorry Hermione." Ron crossed his arm over chest and his face showed true remorse.
Hermione have a big sigh, and leaned forward slightly, "What did you do to Harry? Something must've happened to have you cast the Unforgivable on me."
"Something did happen, only that I should've done something about it years earlier. I should've realized it sooner, so I could stop it from happening." Ron uttered angrily into the air.
Is he still on about it? He was muttering angrily that day to me about Harry always being in the spotlight, but I gave him a look, and he zipped his mouth shut. Did he do something about it? Oh my, what did you do Ron? Let's get straight to the point. "What did you do to resolve this issue you have with Harry?" The brunette asked in fake concern.
"It was so easy to trick Harry. Ha. I told him that I would be giving him something that can be only opened in private, so we went upstairs to his room. He never expected me doing it. The whole time, he was mumbling 'I'm sorry Ron. Didn't mean to. I'm sorry." Sorry wouldn't fix this, but at least, he got his punishment." Ron smugly said.
Hermione knew that Ron would never tell in exact words on what he had done, so she did an unforgivable thing herself on Ron, revenge is sweet… with a wave of her wand and a soft "legitimis', she delved into his mind for the answer that he seemed to unable to give.
"Hey Harry, can we go upstairs to give you my present? It's an all boys thing." Ron asked sincerely. Harry gave a nod, and he climbed up the stairs, his presents floating behind him.When Harry's back was turned, Ron gave an evil and sadistic grin at the brunette. Opening the door to his bedroom, Harry never expected Ron to push him into bed viciously. Harry gave an 'oomph'; he tried to retaliate, but Ron had an extra 30 pounds and 6 inches on him. After a few futile attempts of dislodging Ron from his back, he laid limply under Ron's figure.
Ron began stripping Harry bare, and the figure underneath him started squirming again. Not even acknowledging Harry's discomfort, he continued his task calmly. When Harry was in his birthday suit, Ron reached his hand down to the floor and picked up his abandoned wand. Waving his wand, ropes flew out and tied Harry's hands securely to the headboard, making him impossible to protect himself.
"Please Ron, don't do this."
"Oh no Harry. You're going to pay. You're going to pay for everything you'd done to me in the past 7 years at Hogwarts. I thought I was your friend Harry, but no, you took my chance at becoming the Quidditch captain, Head Boy, you destroyed my life, if it wasn't for you, I would be all of the above. You, Harry Potter, are going to pay dearly for this…Revenge…is…sweet." Ron whispered fiercely into Harry's ear, pinning him harder onto the bed.
Harry wasn't able to move from his vulnerable position on the bed. Hands locked to the headboard above his head, trousers and boxers ripped away from him, giving him no protection of what was to come. Ron grinned wickedly at Harry's current position.
Ron stood up slowly, and began undoing his trousers. When his undergarments were down until his knees, he crouched himself over Harry again.
"Happy Christmas, Harry." With that said, Ron plunged his penis into Harry dry, without any preparation, only some spit that was coated on his genitals for his own comfort.
Not soon after, Ron came to his release. He undid all of his charms on Harry, dressed himself quickly and walked to the door. Just before he walked out, he turned back and threatened, "Don't bother telling anybody, because seriously, nobody would believe you, and even if somebody does, it won't do you any good, because when I find out, you are going to pay the price for dobbing me in. Remember that, Harry." Giving him another foul grin, Ron walked out of the room,
Hermione left his mind in disgust and shock. Ron was still sitting there panting, recovering from his mind rape. He looked at Hermione, but remained speechless, knowing that two wrongs don't make a right.
"How could you Ron? Violating him like that? He trusted you completely, and you…Is that why you performed the Imperious on me?" Hermione got up and paced around the room in anger.
"Herm, I…" Ron was stopped by Hermione's furious and icy cold glare.
"Stop trying to justify yourself. What you did was immoral. Oh, and, we're really over this time and don't you dare speak to me or Harry again." With that said, Hermione stormed out of the Gryffindor dorms. In her fit of anger, she forgot to put on a disillusion charm on herself. But luckily, nobody crossed her path.
Back in the Gryffindor Common Rooms, Ron was pacing and seething in rage. Only one thought was in his mind, you will pay Potter…you will pay…
