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I think this is the worst chapter i have ever written but yea I just could nt think of anyhting else to do or say!


Arthur held his son as he fellto the floor, his knees no longer willing to hold him up.

"What happened Ron? When? Talk to me please!?" They had been standing together for what seemed to be years when it had only been fifteen minutes.

"Draco told me that if I didn't do what he said he would kill Hermione, Dad. He said he would rape her and then kill her.... I had to do it, Dad! I couldn't let him hurt her!" Ron cried.... he had to make him understand.

"I was so scared and confused Dad. I don't know what I'm doing. I am so sorry for never telling you, I was just so scared that he would kill Hermione or me and then her. I am so sorry Dad.' he continued.

"Son listen to me!" Arthur begged of Ron. "Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. You are going to be ok, you are safe now son and so is Hermione. You did your job, you protected her." Arthur tried to sooth him.

"That's where your wrong Dad, he still got to her." Ron confessed, he whispered to his dad staring at a piece of lint on the floor, too ashamed to look his father in the eye.

"He got to her. He raped her too, he beat her too, he tormented her too. I never knew. He hurt her too Dad, I couldn't stop him!" Arthur was silent for a few moments shedding silent tears for Ron and Hermione's innocence being torn for them so viciously.

"Son everything is going to be ok, she is going to be ok. I promise." Ron tore himself from his dad, scared to tell him anymore.

"No Dad she's not ok…and neither am I." Ron took a few steps back, away from his father.

"Ron? Talk to me son." Arthur took a step closer to his son only to see him flinch, Arthur stood back and stared at his son, scared of what he was going to say.

"She…I…I don't know how to say this Dad." Ron took a deep breath. "I have been so depressed Dad, when I left today it wasn't because I was scared of the healers Dad. I left to kill myself."

Arthur stopped moving towards his son, he could not believe what he just said. He was not angry at his son but he was scared for him, almost of him. How could he just throw away such a precious gift such as life? He would never be angry with Ron for this, he know what it feels like to want to give up, he had lived through the war fifteen years ago. It scared him that his son was at such of a loss for what to do next, that Ron was so scared and hurt he had never came to him to tell him about Draco, about everything. "Ron, it's going to be ok. I am right here." Arthur could not stand it any longer he needed to hold his son, to make sure Ron understood that he would be there for him, hold him up when he was afraid of falling.

"Dad, please don't be mad." Arthur reached his hand up tangling his fingers in his sons hair, "Oh Ron I am not mad, never mad. I am just scared, I am scared that you will got o far one day and actually kill yourself Ron. I don't want you to die, everything will be ok I promise I am right here and we will take care of Malfoy. Hermione will be ok too I promise, we will take care of her." Ron stopped crying and back away from his father, shock, fear, anger, sadness.... the emotions unclear on his face.

"She is not ok Dad. We have to be there for her more than me, Dad! Promise me that you will take care of her!? She can't take it! She almost died today if it weren't for Charlie! Dad! We have to protect her." Ron's voice shook, he was angry and scared.

Arthur was more concerned than he had ever been in his life, he didn't know what Ron was saying, he wanted to know what he was feeling... the look he was giving him was just a bunch of mixed emotions and Arthur couldn't decipher what was which, what one was the one he felt the most. Before Arthur could linger on his son's sudden mixed emotions the healer knocked on the door.


"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" Molly asked seeing the look in Hermione's eyes, the confused, distraught look. Hermione looked up at Molly... shock etched her expression.

"I can always tell when one of my children have something on their minds, and you, my love, have never been very good at hiding it." Molly looked at Hermione chewing on her thumbnail.

"I have something I need to tell you Mrs. Weasley and I am not sure how to tell you. I don't know where to start, I don't know." Molly stared at Hermione quizzically. Hermione Granger, the bright witch of the age, not know what to say or how to say it!? Where to begin..... this deeply worried Molly.

"Well baby, just tell me." Hermione looked down at her feet.

"I'm too scared to Mum." she said quietly.

"Hermione? What's happened? Please tell me." Molly took Hermione into her arms and wrapped her lovingly, whispering into her hair.

"I guess I best just come out and say it. Draco raped me all year last year and I have been depressed..." Molly could not believe the words coming from Hermione's mouth. "I wanted to die Mum." Hermione cried.


"Well your in for a check up huh? Bit peaky lately....." Healer McIntosh asked Ron.

"Ah yes he has, miss. Been with fever the past few days." Arthur stopped his son form talking.... he would take care of this. McIntosh looked over Ron and gave him some potions to take for the next few days.

"Miss McIntosh," Ron began, but Arthur put a hand on his arm silently telling him that he did not have to talk to her.... that he would, but Ron just gave his father a smile before continuing.

"I was wondering if you could recommend a councilor?" Ron didn't elaborate, he did not feel the need to.

"Why yes I can young man. Has there been something troubling you?" Ron put on a brave face and pushed back his tears.

"Yes miss there has been." McIntosh looked to him, waiting for him to continue.

"Well son, I am a councilor here, if you feel like talking to me."


"Hermione sweetheart, talk to me. Are you still feeling like you want to die? Why Hermione?" Molly persisted.

"Draco raped me, Mum.... what am I supposed to do!? Be happy? Be carefree?" She asked, somewhat confused and hurt.

"No dear. What you are feeling right now is perfectly understandable. Why didn't you tell anyone?" Hermione looked at Molly for a few moments before answering.

"He told me I could tell everyone, but no body would believe me…and I believed him." Hermione looked so ashamed, she believed every word her abuser ever said to her. "Filthy mudblood, ugly, stupid, worthless piece of shit. Nobody will ever believe anything you say about me." The words rang in her ears making her want to rip them off.

"You are going to be alright....We aren't going to let anything happen to you ever again…I promise my love." Molly took Hermione in her arms again, smoothing her curls down her back.

"But you have to promise the next time you feel upset you come to me or anyone of us. I worry about you Hermione. We all love you like you were our own, you know that, please just come to us." Hermione cried into Molly's hair, grasping onto her shirt.

"I tried to kill myself today, Charlie found me and healed me." Hermione whispered into Molly's shoulder.


"Well…. I don't know. My friend and I promised each other we would tell the truth, that we would talk about what happened." A small tear fell from Ron's eye and Arthur put a hand on his back to comfort his son.

"I have been upset lately.... some things have happened in school and I'm really not to sure if I can handle it to well." Ron stopped, unsure of what else to say.

"Well how have you been handeling it, Ronald?" McIntosh asked, Ron silenty thanking her that she did not ask what had happened to make him so upset.

"Well…" He looked to Arthur he had not gotten the chance to tell him everything he had been doing, Arthur gave him a smile and tightened his hold on Ron's shoulder, urging him to go on.

"I have been running…a lot, I have stopped eating… I have been hitting things, cutting myself… taking potions with the improper amount… having thoughts about…killing myself." Ron looked down at his shoes admitting everything, showing his weakness.... His heart raced waiting for their reactions. Arthur cried, but he knew that Ron had stopped eating... he had just known it... But, everything else... well, that surprised him and to be honest, scared him.


Hermione and Molly sat together talking in hushed tones, each telling the other about their fears and concerns, comforting each other. A knock on the door made them break for their embraces. A woman around McGonagall's age came in the door, and Hermione got a feeling that she was kind and this woman would not make her feel small in her confession. It was the women's eyes really. They bore into Hermione and gave her a warm smile, Hermione's heart slowed in it's race against truth. Flannigan looked over Hermione, telling her that her mum was worried about her weight loss. Guilt tripled in Hermione, she felt terrible for making Molly worry like she has been.

"Yes ma'am, and I promised that I will start eating regularly again and more healthy." Flannigan looked into Hermione's eyes, studying her.

"Miss Granger, is there something you would like to tell me?" her piercing blue eyes, reminder Hermione of Ron's and she just told herself that she was talking to Ron and everything will be ok.


"I see young man. Well as I have said I am one of the councilors here at St. Mungo's and I am here to talk freely. I can give you some potions, one to help you sleep, one to help your appetite, and one for depression. If you have been having anxiety attacks I can get you a potion for that as well. Ronald, that is not going to be enough though, you have to talk or let it out in someway, you need a support system, someone to lean on." Ron looked at the woman.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am there is. The reason I have lost so much weight is…I have been upset lately, I have had a rough year last year and my mum wanted me to get looked at and get on some potions for depression and so do I..... I think it would be good for me." Hermione said rather rushed. Nerves threatened to stop her voice near the end, with her confession that she was scared and needed help. Flannigan knew what had happened just by seeing the look in her eyes, the fear in her voice, the way her fingers shook when she talked, she knew Hermione was ripped of innocence. She never asked Hermione if she wanted to come back another time to have the rest of her check up, she just went to the table and gave her a gown.

"My dear, I promise it will be ok. We will just make sure everything is ok and than we will get you on the way home with your mother. This wont take long and it wont hurt." Hermione dressed quickly and Molly wiped a tear for her cheek as she sat on the table putting her feet into the stirrups.


Ron was given bottles of potions before stepping back into the lobby.

"I will contact Dumbledore, dear, and let him know... and Poppy." She said as she walked Ron and Arthur out the door.

"I am so proud of you son." Arthur said, chocked up as he pulled his son in for a hug.


Hermione put her legs down and Molly wiped at her tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You can get dressed dear. I will get you some potions and let you be on your way." Flannigan, sent off the samples she had collected for Hermione with an owl down the hall before going to her cabinet and got several potions down. There were so many, depression, anxiety, sleeping, appetite, then there were the ones for what had happened to her. There were potions to prevent diseases, pregnancy, HIV...etc.....Hermione listened to Flannigan rattle off the instructions to Molly as she drifted back to Ron.... she needed him so much. She felt dirty again and needed a shower... someone to tell her she was clean, someone to love her and hold her.

Molly put a protective arm around Hermione's shoulders guiding her to the door. Hermione opened the door and watched the ground carefully, letting her eyes adjust to the different light in the hall than the exam room.


"Hermione!" She heard his voice and instantly looked up from the floor, looking for him.

"Ron!" She said equally loud and excited. She left Molly's protective grasp and ran into Ron's.

"Are you ok Hermione?" Ron whispered into her ear as he pulled her against his chest.

"I am now that you're here.... Are you ok?" she asked him in the same way as he asked her.

"I am now that you're here love." He pulled back slightly and gave her a kiss on the forehead, pushing a few curls behind her ears.


Ok So I know let the flames begin. Thank you to all who have read.

Love always

Maggie Ann