Thank you to those of you who are enjoying this story so far. Please remember that War changes people and Ron is suffering due to the effects of the war.
Chapter 7 – Aftermath
After Ron had finished the horrible deed, he demanded I go up stairs and clean myself up. I ran up the stairs in absolute agony, pain in every inch of my body, blood still pouring from my nose and mouth. I managed to grab my wand on my way out of the kitchen. How could Ron rape me? How could be stoop so low? What had I done to deserve that from the man I once thought I loved?
I felt weak, dirty and pathetic as I rushed straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sobbed hard as I looked at my bruised reflection in the mirror. I had a black eye and a bruise on my cheek. My nose was out of shape. I took my wand and cast some spells to repair my nose and teeth. The pain was unbearable.
I knew I probably should have gone to St Mungos but they would ask far too many questions. How could I explain my injuries to them? Thankfully my nose and teeth looked normal in no time. I applied some bruise cream to my eye and cheek and the bruises disappeared within minutes.
I slipped out of my jeans and blood stained t-shirt and into the shower which seemed to sooth my aching limbs. It didn't sooth the emotional damage that Ron had caused though and neither did the tears that I shed. I sat myself down in the shower cubical, bringing my knees up to my chest as I cried harder than ever before.
All I longed for was someone to love me and to bring me happiness, was that to much to ask? I had been through so much in my short 18 years and I think I deserved some happiness in my life. I wished my friends would hurry up and return from Diagon Alley so I wouldn't be alone with Ron anymore.
I was really scared of him now and would do everything in my power to make sure I would never be alone with him again. I stayed in the shower as I long as I could, until I heard voices outside which meant the others had returned. I turned off the water and dried myself down with a towel, checking my body for any signs of what Ron had did to me. I couldn't get rid of the pain unfortunately but I would take a tablet for that after I got dressed. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans, a plain red t-shirt and a Hogwarts hoodie then pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.
"Hermione! Are you up there?" Ginny called.
"Yeah I'm just in our room." I shouted back.
"What ya doing?" She asked me.
"Just changing. I stupidly spilled my drink down me." I lied back.
Ginny entered our room and locked the door behind her, casting a silencing spell around the room.
"Did Ron hurt you?" She asked.
"Nope he didn't. We just talked. I told him we were over." I lied but I don't think Ginny was fooled.
"Hermione, you'd tell me if he did?" Ginny asked.
"There's nothing to tell Gin." I answered.
"Look Hermione, I want to help you. Ron cannot keep treating you like dirt. It's not fair on you." Ginny spoke.
"I can handle Ron." I answered.
"Mum has finally noticed that he's been acting different. I overheard her talking to Dad about him. She's worried about him." Ginny said.
"What are they going to do?" I wondered.
"They are going to talk him into going to St Mungos to see a healer." Ginny answered.
"I do hope so Gin. I don't know how much more I can take of his attitude." I cried.
