A/N: Okay if people didn't know I normally reply to reviews this way and I have a lot to say at the moment. Okay people who think I am a bad Viktor, I can't help it. I can't be him and I really can't get the way he talks. As for what people said about my writing, I don't care! I write because it is fun, not because it is what I want to do for a living. If you are one of those ones who doesn't like my writing then don't read my fics, it is that simple. Also Ron and Viktor don't know James is Hermione's husband, he is just someone they randomly met. It played into what happened to Hermione which I know and you won't until later. Now that I have gotten that all here is the next chapter. I hope you all like it, if you don't then don't review because I don't want to hear it.
Hermione groaned as she opened her eyes to see a room but one she had never seen before. She could feel her head pounding as she looked around a bit at the room and knew it had to be a Wizard with the number of Quidditch things around in the room which brought back thoughts of Ron for a moment.
She winced as she tried to get up and when she finally got up she pulled the shirt she had on up to see a gash on her side and shuddering as she remembered how she got it. James had completely lost it with her and knocked her out but she did remember Ayden coming to her side or trying to but got yelled at for it.
She managed to get herself out of the bed and looked down at the outfit she had been changed into. An old but clean t-shirt and a pair of clean jeans but for some reason they seemed really familiar to her. They looked like the pair she had been searching for a few months after leaving the Weasley's house hold and she guessed she'd left them there with them.
She clutched at her side as she walked around the room a bit and found a picture of a Quidditch team and among them was Viktor Krum and Ron Weasley who seemed to be best pals. She smiled gently remembering how they where like enemies when she was around all because Ron was jealous of Viktor and was glade to see they seemed to work things out.
She set the photo down and headed to the door and peeked out but saw half of an empty apartment. She looked around curiously before limping her way out of the room and clutching at her side the whole time. She finally reached the living room and gasped as she saw Ron sleeping on the couch. She had never expected him of all people to be the one to have helped her. She had thought he would have been married by now.
She could feel tears coming to her eyes before she fell to the ground and broke down crying. She was happy, sad, and hurting all at the same time. She was so glade to know she was in safe hands and that Ron would never hurt her no matter what, not like James did to her.
Ron jumped awake at the sound of someone falling to the ground then crying and when his eyes cleared he found Hermione crying on the ground. He of course quickly got up and went over to her and hugging her and hushing her. "Hermione, please, don't over do yourself," he whispered as he held her tighter a bit. "You are in pain; you need to take it easy on yourself."
Hermione gasped and buried her head into Ron's chest like she had remembered doing a lot when she was sad during her last year during the war. "R-Ron, please take care of me. I-I don't want to go back, not ever. I never want to see my parents, my ex-husband, and my old house. I want to start new. Please don't send me back to that, don't send me back to the pain."
Ron was very confused by all of this but he just stroked her hair and hushed her quietly. "I will take care of you but I am not sure what it is you are talking about that. Why don't you want to see any of that stuff? What do you mean by pain?"
"Well obviously you found me so I am guessing you saw my bruises and the gash on my side, which happened because of my ex-husband. I don't want to see him again or my parents because they made me marry him. That is why I haven't talk to you guys in forever though I wanted to so badly it almost hurt," Hermione sobbed as she tried to get as close to as Ron as she could. She needed the safe feeling from him, she needed to know she was in good care and she did. "My parents don't know what he did to me and I don't want see them again. M-My ex-husband ban me from talking to you guys. When you sent me mail he would take it and shred it to pieces in front of my face then throw it into the fireplace."
Ron held Hermione tight in his arms and rested his head on top of hers gently as he hushed her softly though so far it didn't seem to be calming her down any. He could believe what he was hearing. Just hearing this he was upset but he doubted this was her whole story and knew he most likely wouldn't hear it from her for a while. He knew it was probably best to get her mind off of this since it seemed to be paining her a lot already and he knew talking about it more would make it harder.
Hermione's crying slowed down when Ron didn't reply and she looked up at him all teary eyed. "Ron, I am hungry. C-Can I have some food?" she asked softly as her stomach grumbled though it was hard for her to tell with the gash in her side but she managed too.
Ron chuckled gently as she asked him for food and he scooped her up in his arms. "You can't take my thing any more," he told her as he cast a charm over in the kitchen which started to make up some food while he walked back to his bed room. "But of course you can have some. I am your friend and I would never starve you especially since I took you in under my care," he told her as he laid her down on the bed and covered her up.
Hermione smiled gently and snuggled up under the covers. "Thank you so much Ron," she said softly as she tried to get her mind off the gash in her side. She knew exactly how it happened but she was afraid to tell Ron or anyone.
"It is no problem at all Hermione," Ron told her as he grabbed the tray as it flew into the room then set it on her lap and made her comfortable a bit so she could eat. "There you go, eat up."
Hermione smiled gently as she slowly started to eat, her hand shaking a bit like she was nervous. "Ron, how come you aren't heading off to work?" she finally asked in a very quiet voice.
Ron sat down on the side of his bed next to Hermione and looked at her. "I took the day off to make sure you where alright. Viktor knows I found you so he knows I would be taking the day off before I even said so," he told her softly with a smile as he looked at her and watched her eat.
Hermione carefully ate as she sort of looked at Ron as he watched her and she felt a little uncomfortable. It had been a long time since someone had looked at her the way Ron was at the moment, it was sort of like a completely new feeling to her again. "Oh, so you aren't jealous of Viktor anymore I am guessing," she said softly as she looked at her food then continued eating slowly.
Ron shot up off the bed and looked at her. She had to bring that back to his mind.
"Don't worry Ron; you don't have to be jealous of him. I haven't seen him in a long time, a longer time then the last time I saw you," Hermione said softly as she reached out and carefully touched Ron's hand gently. "Why was it you where always so jealous of Viktor though?"
Ron sort of blushed and pulled his hand out from under hers. "I-I umm…" he started then hearing a tap at the window out in the kitchen. "You know what I should go get that. I'll be back Hermione," he said and then getting up and racing out leaving Hermione all alone.
Hermione sighed softly and went back to eating. "Maybe we weren't meant to be, not anymore at least. I had a feeling he used to like me but I guess now he doesn't. Doesn't surprise me though, I should have expected that," she muttered as she put the tray aside and then laying down in the bed comfortably.
She looked over at the door longingly knowing that Ron was just looking for a way out of the room but she wasn't sure why. She snuggled her head into the pillow and closed her eyes gently before falling asleep. She was pretty tired and very weak so she knew most of her time would be sleeping at the moment.