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"Made a mistake, made a mistake. I wear the scars to show my shame. What should I do, What should I do? When I'm the one who can't get through. What should I do, What I should I do? When I'm the one hey, when I'm the one to blame."
Chapter Fifty-Six
"I Wish I Was Someone Better"
Hermione Jean Granger
Bruises painted her arms a palette of purple and yellow, trailing down her slender sides and broad hips, curving around the bone with spidery claws, wrapping around her body.
His hands were always too soft then, and the anxiety would die down, the need, the buzz, the high of the moment lost in the tenderness of his fingers, tracing the aching ochre and plum colored spots of skin, watching as she winced from the pain. Pain he had caused her.
Ron hated seeing her like this, trembling and vulnerable, marked. Branded.
He would clench his jaw and hold her possessively in his arms, careful of the left over handprints that dotted her arms. And she would tense up against him, trembling before falling into a fitful sleep, dreams poisoning her slumber, digging into her skin like goose bumps.
And time would pass, not a word spoken between them in that empty classroom, the only noise being the moans and whimpers reverberating along the stone walls, echoing around their climax, seeping into the memories created by the stroke of a blissful midnight they could only make then, there, and with each other.
But it was one night, dawn rising over them as the eager sun began to pool molten colors along the horizon, highlighting something she'd missed, something she thought she'd never see.
In the crook of Ron's neck, splayed under her fingers was his own wound, bite marks rounding the outside, dots of purple splattered along a bruised surface. She nearly gasped as his groaned softly, nestling his head deeper into her chest, the mark out of sight, yet still circling her thoughts.
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Dedication: To the amazingly talented C. Adrien Cummings. I'm sorry I couldn't focus solely on Hermione, when Rafael gets on one I can't stop him, but I do hope you like the plot I came up with.
Author's Note: So the he Ron is referring to his Cormac McLaggen, and of course the hickie on Ron's neck was from Lavender. And they're both cheating, haha. Song by Blood Red Shoes, Review! --Delta
