Chapter 20: The Process Of Reclamation
{A/N: Here's Another Update...a newly typed chapter at last...for any vengeful women reading this...I am not responsible for your actions should you choose to enact this chapter's antics in real life.}
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{"Every time I think you might have changed...Put aside the anger and the blame...Make myself believe that there's a way to work it out...Every time you say let's try again...Begging me to let you back in...Every time I do...Every time you lie...Every time I cry...If only promises could just erase the past...I could open up my heart enough to take you back...But we've been down that road...Time and time again...I've learned the hard way how the story always ends..."}Every Time I Cry,Terri Clark
The Granger-Weasley Residence, The Burrows, Wizarding World...
Midnight saw Hermione Granger sitting in the vast silence of her family sitting room. She had nerves of steel as she watched the front door, for the first time in months. Any moment now Ron would come stumbling in smelling of alcohol and cheap perfume, if not from Lavender Brown then from some other daft bimbo attracted to him simply because he played Quidditch. It was strange to think that three months ago, she would have been frantic with worry and the thought of Ron being with another witch would have been heart-retching. She nearly smiled at the emotional growth she had achieved in her absence from that selfish prat's orbit.
As predicted, the door handle giggled and the fiddling of keys gave the tell tale sign of Ronald Bilius Weasley's arrival.
The door opened and Ron stumbled into the house not at all mindful of the furniture. Hermione could hear another voice as Ron rambled about "showing someone a good time" and "a night the other guest might never forget". A smirk filed across her face reminiscent of Snape as she narrowed her amber eyes at the door. Her wand gripped tightly in her hand.
With a flick of her wrist, the darkened sitting room was filled with light. The look of utter shock on the face of her no good husband had been worth the effort it seemed.
"M-Mione." he said stunned as he jumped away from the rather unlucky bimbo on his arm. "I-IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"
The amber eyed witch said nothing as she got up from her seat and studied Ron's face. Someone had given him quite the black eye already and it made her feel a little better as she took in the pathetic sight of the boy she use to know.
"M-Mione...I-I can explain...she was just..." he babbled.
It seemed Ron was more uncomfortable when Hermione kept her temper than when she let it loose.
The current Mrs. Ronald Weasley turned her attention toward the confused groupie.
"Hello, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of an introduction...Ronald here keeps so many of you hidden away it's hard to determine who's whom." said Hermione coolly.
"I-I'm Jan." said the rather nervous looking young woman. "I-I didn't know that he was married...I only just met him tonight."
"Well you've obviously got low standards for yourself...and in case you doubt his marital status..." said Hermione as she waved her wand raising Ron's hand were his wedding band suddenly began to burn as the Jan woman looked on. "He is quite married as the ring indicates...but thankfully not for very much longer...so you can feel free to continue your little dalliance with him if you wish...but this house is off limits until I say otherwise."
"L-Listen...I don't want any trouble...Miss..."
"Granger-Weasley for the moment." said Hermione properly introducing herself. "Hermione Granger-Weasley, thank Merlin I had the good sense not to fully take this pathetic excuse for a wizard's last name...It would have been a waste of identification papers."
Ron had remained silent despite the apparent rage building inside him. His hand ached from his wedding band's continued burning but he dared not say so nor call any attention to himself given how tightly Hermione gripped her wand. She was less than a hair away from being admitted to Azkaban and she'd be justified in doing it given Jan had been there in person.
The rather uncomfortable young woman fiddled with her fingers.
"I suppose it would be prudent to ask if you'd like some tea." said Hermione still in a cool manner. "That is what a proper host would do, given you came all this way to allow my husband to get into your knickers."
"M-Mione..." piped Ron.
Hermione's amber eyes flashed her increased fury but she remained calm despite it. Ron had been eerily reminded of Snape when Umbridge had entered the classroom during fifth year at Hogwarts just to dangle the Defense Against The Dark Arts Position in his face. Snape remained calm despite her apparent baiting when it seemed he wanted nothing more than to rip the insane witch's head off.
"Oh I'm sorry Ronald, did you wish to be included?" she asked a coldness dripping in her pleasant words.
"S-Some tea would be lovely." said Ron trying to keep his voice from trembling.
At the very least he had hoped Hermione didn't wish to cause a scene in front of their apparent guest.
"Very well." said the amber eyed witch.
With another flick of her wrist, Hermione summoned three glasses of tea to the room with all the necessary trimmings.
"One lump or two...Jan was it?" she asked the uncomfortable woman in her sitting room.
"O-One please." she replied rather shakily.
"Of course." replied Hermione unnervingly civilized. "What of you Ronald...one lump or two."
Ron had not been sure how to reply given the flicker of malice behind her formerly warm amber eyes.
"T-Two if it's not too much trouble." he managed to say still fearful of her calm demeanor.
"I thought you might say that." replied Hermione.
A swift flick her wrists and Ronald Bilius Weasley's eyes widen in terror. He had realized all too late that Hermione had charmed his tea to smash against his head instead of being placed on the table between them.
The heated liquid also burned his flesh as it stuck to him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted in agony. "ARE YOU BLOODY MENTAL!?"
Hermione remained calm as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred.
"Oh that's right, you did say you wanted two lumps didn't you Ronald?" she said the malice behind her amber eyes now uninhibited.
The cheating git screamed as yet another cup of tea smashed against his head both soaking and burning him once more.
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The Potter Residence, The Burrows, Wizarding World...
Harry James Potter had agreed to keep his niece and nephew for the night as Hermione had requested. He had no idea what she had planned but he knew all too well that it wouldn't be good for Ron given her capacity for anger back at Hogwarts as far as the insensitive red head git was concerned. She once tried to maim him with live birds in the wake of her rage.
When he heard the first scream of agony from Ron he had hopped she would control herself in a bid to avoid Azkaban but he also smiled knowing that Ron was only beginning to get what he deserved from his very unhappy wife in the wake of his grievous insults and callous behavior toward her.
The commotion inspired him to check on Rose and Hugo whom had been sleeping peacefully given what was going on between their parents over at their house. Harry shook his head noting the strange paradox. His own house remained quiet, his own wife and children had been miles away and it was nice to have some company for a change.
"Mione...don't get yourself thrown into Azkaban." he said with a sigh before turning back in for the night.
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The Granger-Weasley Residence, Wizarding World...
Ronald Weasley continued to scream bloody murder as the tea continued to burn his rather pasty skin. The unfortunate young woman whom had accompanied him high-tailed it out the door fearing Hermione's wrath only to find that she had not been so free to leave as she had assumed. A wave of honey coated her before she could get out the remainder of her screams then a swarm of flying ants were sent to work on her. As Ronald and his little toy girlfriend screamed in agony and fear combined, Hermione Granger sat back down in her armchair stirred her cup of freshly prepared tea.
With a callousness no one truly thought her capable of, Hermione sipped her tea and enjoyed her husband's agony. She'd be filing for divorce at The Ministry Of Magical Offices come morning and this night was all the proof she needed to have it granted rather speedily. It was strange to note that as she sipped her tea and watched both Ronald and his whore struggle to escape her wrath, that her mind drifted back to Severus and his eventual approval of how she handled the current situation.
"Soon." she said to herself as she reflected on her last night with the wizard. "Soon this unhappy life with Ron will finally be ended."