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Hermione looked around, hoping no one would see her. Leaving Ron again was one of the hardest things she'd ever done, but the nightmares were getting worse, the depression deeper, and there was only one way she could think of to fix it. She slowly walked up to the door of the house she'd left only days before. The cold October wind whipped around her and she pulled the folds of her cloak tighter around her before knocking on the door. The lights were on and she could hear laughter coming from inside the house. The door flung open and a drunk man stumbled into the doorway. He looked at her and yelled over his shoulder, "Hey Michael, your bitch is back!" Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly inside the house.
She looked around at probably about 10 men and women, all drunk. The sight of Michael, the man who had been her fiance not even a week earlier, with two drunk girls on his lap just made the anger inside Hermione grow. They got off him as he stumbled over to Hemione. He dropped the bottle of firewhiskey he'd been holding, grabbed hold of Hermione and dragged her into the kitchen. His breath stank of alcohol and he held his face as close to hers as he could. Hermione's hand held her wand behind her back, but she didn't make a move.
"Where the hell have you been, girl?" His words were slurred.
"As far away from you as possible."
"Now now Hermione, that's no way to treat your fiance." She laughed and spit on his shoes.
"You, sir, are not my fiance. You're nothing but a lying, cheating, alcoholic-" Her words were cut off by his hand stinging across her face. She fell to the ground and felt tears forming in her eyes. Her hand held onto her wand even tighter.
"Don't you dare say those thing to me ever again, you filthy little mudblood. Forgetting who took you in? Who held you while you mourned for your dead muggle parents? Who cared for you all these years, huh? Who loved you even when-" She stood up and began yelling.
"Loved? Loved? You never loved me. You cheated on me, you lied to me, you abused me. You did a lot of things to me, Michael, but don't you ever say that you loved me." She drew her wand and pointed it as his throat. The look in his eyes turned to that of pure terror. She could feel the energy coursing through her veins, the need to end him. End the cause of all her suffering. But, then again, there was that little voice in the back of her head saying this was wrong. Telling her that she was better than this, better than him. Why should she kill him when she could turn him into the police? But, then again, why should this monster be allowed to live? He would've killed her, if the situation was reversed, he'd threatened her with death enough. But there was still that little shred of sanity left inside Hermione. That one little strand of hope that was holding on and fighting with everything it had. She knew she couldn't kill him, she'd never been capable of killing. But she wanted him to pay. For the suffering. For the abuse. For each slash she had made on her wrist trying to escape his pain. He deserved to be punished. But she never got around to it. For, in those very seconds, the door was flung open and in barged a certain Weasley who was very, very angry.
He knew he would find her there. He knew her too well. Her mind would never be at rest until Michael had paid for what he did, but Ron hoped he would be there in time to stop her from doing something she would regret. He ran into the house, pushed past the group of confused drunks, and finally stopped in the kitchen where he saw Hemione holding her wand against Michael. The three of them stared at eachother for a second. Ron looked at Hermione's face and saw the red mark where Michael had oviously hit her and he lost it. There was a loud bang and Michael was thrown across the room right against the wall. He screamed in pain, but was silenced by Ron's fist connecting with his jaw. And that's when chaos errupted.
Michael's drunk friends had finally figured out what was happening when they heard his scream. They all ran into the room, flailing their wands and casting spells everywhere. Curses were cast in every direction, not even caring who or what they hit. None of them had very good aim, being drunk and whatnot, but a few spells did take effect. Ron was levitated into the air and Hermione's body was frozen by the body-binding curse. A few of the drunks had been hit by their own curses and were strewn about the kitchen in various conditions. Michael, who had been laying on the floor, finally got up and stumbled over to Ron. He was upside down, but could still see the smug smile forming over Michael's face.
"Didn't think this one through, eh Weasley? Thought you'd just barge into my home and rescue your slutty little friend? No. She isn't going anywhere. She's going to stay here. With me. And you're not going to do a thing about it, Weasley. Know why?" He paused and his smile grew even bigger. "Because starting now, you don't have a clue who she even is. Obliviate!" The spell hit home, and Ron's world went black.
