A/N: This chapter is a bit short, I'm sorry. It's actually more of a filler chapter, I guess, since I didn't really write much of Hermione at home. Sorry this took so long. Please forgive me!
Hermione left work that afternoon in a worse mood than when she arrived. All Draco had done was sit in his desk and bother her. It was almost to the point where she wanted to walk out of the office and do her paperwork in the hall. She sighed deeply as she left the lift, walking toward the fireplaces to floo home. She checked her watch as she reached for some floo powder, gasping loudly.
It was almost six o' clock.
She quickly stepped in the fireplace, shouting her addressed, hurried and panicked. She was engulfed in flames and was soon in her home. She rushed to the kitchen and began heating up a frozen dinner for Ron. She was so started when the door opened that she nearly dropped Ron's food, placing it on the kitchen counter and standing aside, preparing for when Ron drunkenly stumbled in.
She heard his heavy footsteps approach the kitchen and her stomach tightened in fear. He walked slowly, keeping his balance on the kitchen counter. She held her breath as he came closer, as if standing completely still would make her invisible.
No sudden moves, Hermione, she thought to herself.
She bit her lip as Ron looked from the prepared frozen meal to her. He walked closer to her and she stiffened afraid to even blink.
"Looks like you can do something right for once," he growled at her, the scent of alcohol heavy in his breath. She was about to sigh in relief, expecting him to leave the kitchen with his dinner, when he grabbed her hair and crushed his mouth to hers.
It was a painful kiss, bruising her lips as the taste of firewhiskey filled her mouth. His other hand gripped her arm so tightly that it left red marks in the shape of his long finger that would, no doubt, turn into bruises later. Her arms were pinned at her sides as he held her face against his, his lips moving violently against hers. He pulled her hair, breaking the kiss and causing her neck to snap back as a sharp cry of surprise and pain left her mouth.
"That's what I like to come home to," he growled, his breath hot against her ear and his words slurred. He took his dinner and stalked off to the sitting room, turning the television on.
When Hermione was sure he was distracted, she slowly sunk to the kitchen floor, hugging her legs to her body as she leaned against a cabinet. She cried silently, tears rolling down her cheeks bringing her makeup with them, covering her mouth as she was afraid she'd be loud enough for him to hear her. She stayed like that, her body curled up into herself, for quite a while, the only sound from her being the occasional sniffle. Only when she heard Ron snoring in the sitting room did she pick herself up and pull herself together.
She wiped the moisture from her cheeks, her face stained by black trails from her eyeliner and mascara. She breathed deeply for a few seconds before retrieving Ron's dinner tray from the living room and clicking the television off. She walked to her bathroom washing her face and breathing deeply again before she felt the hot tears begin to drip from her eyes again, cutting through the cold water that lingered on her face. She grabbed her toothbrush, squirting toothpaste on it and furiously brushing, eager to get the taste of firewiskey out of her mouth.
She stared at herself in the mirror of the bathroom for a long time after she'd finished before she was able to calm down. She washed her face again, wiping it dry. Her eyes were tired, red and puffy from crying. Her arms was sore, the finger shaped bruises blossoming from where his fingers dug into her sensitive flesh. Hermione sighed and walked from the bathroom. She undressed and crawled into bed, silently crying herself to sleep.