Ok, this is getting out of hand - i'm writing so many chapters in one day... I should do homework..

oh, well! Enjoy it! (review, review and stuff.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hp-universe; sadly... Everything (including my thanks for writing such amazing characters) goes out to J.K Rowling.

NOTE: ASSAULT/RAPE-LIKE SITUATION, SO IF IT CAN WORK AS A TRIGGER PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER.

Hermione stared at the red haired man standing in front of her, with a very sullen Draco Malfoy standing next to him, looking about ready to destroy something.

She clutched her daughter closer to her chest.

"Ron? What on earth are you doing here? And how did you find me?" She asked, surprised to see her ex standing in her doorway.

"I traced your owl so.. What are you doing with the ferret?" He said, glared at Draco, who had mustered up a very smug grin, and expecting his remark, Hermione cut in.

"It's not important. Why did you trace my owl? Why are you here, Ron?" She rubbed her free hand over her forehead, a clear sign of stress in Hermione's case.

"I came to.. Wait, is that Rose? Why is she blond? She was.." Ron's eyes looked again, his head shifting so quickly between Rose and Draco it was almost comical.

"Wha-Ho.." His ears turned red, and Hermione tried to calm him.
"Ron, it's.."

"YOU WHORE! MALFOY!? YOU SCREWED MALFOY!?" His ears had reached their peak, and the redness turned downwards, colouring his cheeks, neck and the visible part of his chest.

"Oi, talk.." Draco tried, but Ron ignored him.

"You wouldn't give me the time of the day! YOU SAID YOU WOULD BLOODY WAIT UNTIL YOU WERE READY AGAIN!"

Hermione teared up, and Rose whimpered at the sound of Ron's shouting.
"Ron, i'm sorry, it's just.." Ron pointed a finger at her, cutting her off again.

"No bloody wonder i've been screwing Lavender for the past six months. She's not a sodding prude! I came here because i wanted you back, but now i see you are all lovely-dovey with that bloody bouncing ferret, i'll just leave again."

Hermione pressed her lips into a tight line, and stalked towards Draco, handing him Rose.

He shot her a look, but kept his mouth shut.

"Ronald Billius Weasley. You told me you had met Lavender two sodding months ago, and now it's six?" Her eyes blazed with rage.

"And you have the NERVE" She started shouting, and in the corner of her eye, she saw Draco slipping outside with a crying Rose in his arms - she nodded courtly at him, and returned to Ron."TO CALL ME A WHORE!? I. WAITED. FOR. YOU. I. DOUBTED. YOU. WHEN I SLEPT WITH DRACO, IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR LITTLE MISHAP. AND YOU ARE TELLING ME I AM THE WHORE, RONALD?"

Ron had turned pale by the mention of his little "adventure", where Hermione had walked in on him banging Fay Donnahue in their bed.

"you better leave now." She said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"i.. No, you know what?" He stalked towards her, pressing her up against the wodden wall and placing his hands on both sides of her.

"My time, inn't?" He whispered menancily, and grabbed her by the hair - she screamed, but he placed his other hand around her throat, effectivly cutting off any sound.

"You better fucking enjoy this, Hermione." He said before he crashed his lips onto hers.

She wanted to scream; his day-old beard were itching her, his breath smelled like he had been eating rotten corpses for days on end, and her vision started blacking out - she tried to breathe, but he quickly rammed his tounge into her mouth, making her even more dizzy and faint.

Suddenly his lips left her, but before she could feel relieved, he grasped her hair again, throwing her down on the floor with force. She started crying, because this couldn't happen, not with Rose outside and not by Ron..

She heard smashing, and suddenly she was rolled to her stomach, and she instantly felt shards of something sharp cutting into her.
"Ron, please.. Don't.." She tried to say, but he shoved her head down into the shards with his heavy booted foot, and she screamed.

She closed her eyes, as fists and other things came raining down on her; she didn't want to look, but she heard the grunts, she heard the "you fucking whore" and she felt it when something warm and sticky hit her exposed back.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and she finally dared to open her eyes - she couldn't see from her left eye, and her right one was swollen, but she saw the blur of a man pulling his pants up, and another bodyslamming into him, sending them both flying to the small dinnertable.

The last thing she heard was: "Weasel, you are going to pay." And then everything was black.

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was bright lights. Too bright. She groaned and tried to move, but her entire body was hurting; and she groaned again, this time from the pain.

"Wow, there, relax. I'm here." She saw nothing at first, and then a pair of pale, grey eyes came into view.

A pair of full lips smiled down at her, and she realized for the first time that Draco malfoy was beautiful.

"Where am i?" She simply asked, followed by a more urgent question. "And where's.." He shussed her, and she glared at him.

"Your in my sidehouse. I run a small Healer's office here, and i thought you'd rather be here than anywhere Weasel might get in. And Rose is fine, she hasn't seen you - she's with my friend, Linda - she's a hufflepuff, by the way -" he said when he saw her look of horror. "And she's okay. You, on the other hand, are not. Do you remember anything?"

Everything. She remembered everything, and she started crying.

"No, oh, no, gods... Don't cry, Hermione, please? I'ts okay. I've healed you, you just have to take some potions once in a while."
She sniffed.

"He did something horrible, didn't he?" She whispered, remembering the warm, sticky mess on her back. And by the looks of it, so did Draco.

"Yes. Not to worry. Just sleep a bit, okay?" She nodded, and fell asleep instantly.

Draco looked at her, wondering why on earth anyone could harm this woman. Even beaten up, with cuts, bruises and later on, scars, she was perfection.

A light knocking came from the door. He turned to it.
"Hey, Linda." He said, looking away again.

"The girl's asleep." Linda shook her head.

"She looks god-awful." Draco pursed his lips in a very not-Malfoy-like way, and Linda smiled.

"She'll come around, you'll see." he murmured something.

"Relax, Draco, your girlfriend is going to be okay again. You're here, remember?"

She smiled and left, leaving Draco to stutter something about: "i'm not her.. She's.." to the closed door.

IM SORRY FOR THIS SHITHEAD CHAPTER. i KNOW THAT MOST PEOPLE POTRAY RON LIKE THIS, BUT I NEEDED TO DO THIS TO MAKE THE STORY WORK OUT RIGHT.

Sorry :3

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