"HE WHAT?"
"He had been asking me for sex for some time now. Since the war, he's gotten a bit of a fan base. I guess girls were offering him left and right, so he just assumed I would be the same way. He had been getting a bit more aggressive and pissed off with each "no" that I guess the breakup was just the final straw."
"I told him I would never have sex with him until marriage. It's always been my principle and I never planned on changing that for some guy. So the full truth was that he was finally done with my shit and tried to "convince me" by almost hitting me. But I guess once he saw the livid look on my face he knew violence would never work. I mean come on. I was tortured by Bellatrix for information and never gave anything up. Did he really think hitting me would do anything?"
"But anyway, he then petrified me up to the Gryffindor common room. Since everyone was at dinner, he wouldn't have had an issue getting me to his room, but Padama was sick today and walked in before we got that far. "
It felt so good to finally say something. To tell someone what I was going through. The worst part was that I wasn't even angry. There's some deep and twisted part of my mind that still thinks that it's all my fault. If I was a better girlfriend this wouldn't have happened. If I had comforted him more after the Battle of Hogwarts, he wouldn't have turned this callous. But I could tell from the look on Draco's face that this was anything but my fault. I just need some time to fully comprehend that.
"I… I… I swore I wouldn't yell. "
"You don't think it's my fault? He used to always rag on me about being a terrible girlfriend. I mean, I know rape isn't the answer. But I've always been good at everything I put my mind to. Could I be so bad at relationships that I just pushed him off the edge?"
"Granger this is definitely not your fault. You're the victim here. Weasley has been a tad off since the war. He hasn't been acting himself and it's just hard for you to visualize it."
I stared at him for a bit contemplating what he said. But this was Ron we were talking about. Stupid, pigheaded Ron who made mistakes sometimes. But he always came around in the end. He was the one who let me cry on his shoulder when Buckbeak died, and shielded me from Fred and George's pranks. He loves me. He would never hurt me.
"Hey, look at me. Is it my fault that my parents abused me for the majority of my childhood? Did I do something wrong to make them disapprove of me so much? Did I deserve a Crucio for putting my tie on crooked or forgetting to put my shoes in my room?"
"Absolutely not. How could you even say something like that? They were messed up people that abused you for no good reason."
"But I could never see that. Not until the Battle of Hogwarts. My love for them overshadowed the mistreat. I could never see them for the monsters that they were. I never thought it could be anyone's fault except my own. Then I saw the chaos they supported. The blood they shed. I saw that it was never my fault all along. They were the evil ones."
"This loving cloud you've put over Weasley is preventing you from seeing the truth. Just think, would you let anyone else treat you the way he did? You are not the one to blame. You did nothing wrong."
"I think I just need some time to think. Or a short distraction for a while. I need to return to normality."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I just don't really want to be alone right now. Would you mind staying in tonight?"
"Not at all."