A few weeks later, Hermione's fears began to dissipate, as Malfoy would come to her office, daily, with a new 'project' he wanted to work on. No one seemed to mind, given that Hermione's position was only for show, she could do what she wanted. And what she wanted to do, was shag Malfoy on every inch of her office, as often as she could.
Which she did.
They arranged a 11am meeting in their schedules for project work and each time, they would meet up, shag each other senseless, then come up with an idea of what it was they had been working on. Hermione had the time to write up reports, so their meetings actually looked legit.
It surprised even Hermione.
She was in so deep, concocting lies once again, to continue this affair that she was no deeper into than she ever was before.
One day, when Malfoy arrived for their 'meeting', she began removing his tie when he held her hands still.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
He looked so sullen.
"She cheated on me. I actually found him, in our bed" he said.
"Oh…" Hermione said, letting her hands fall away from his shirt and taking a step back.
"This makes man number 12" he said.
"That you know of" she said. He ran his hands through his hair and sat on her couch. "This isn't that bad. You're doing the same thing" she insisted.
"But not in our bed" he said.
"Malfoy, it does not matter where you do it, if you're fucking someone else, you're just as bad as she is" Hermione said.
"Well, she left. She's at her mothers" he said.
"Again" Hermione said.
"This time its for real" he said.
"Look, I won't get my hopes up Malfoy. Let's just do what it is we're doing and see where we end up" she said, sitting beside him on the couch and placing her hand on his leg. "We don't even have to shag today if you don't want" she said.
At this, he looked at her and the look in his eye told her that she was in trouble.
He threw himself at her and laid her on the couch, pressing her back into the soft cushions. Within moments, their clothes were off and he had her crying out in pleasure. Her mind was reeling with the information she had just obtained.
Astoria was gone, again. Possibly for good. Should she allow herself to dream of the possibilities? Should she allow herself to hope? Could she?
Over the next week, Hermione had her answer to those questions. Malfoy had begin discussing ideas for them to run off together. He would sell Malfoy Castle and buy them a regular house, with a room completely set up for Rose.
At one point, they were sitting around in her office, he in his boxers, eating from a box of Thai food he had brought with him and her in her skirt and undershirt.
"What do you think our children would look like?" he asked her.
"Oh, well of course they'd have frizzy blonde hair that you cant tame no matter how hard you try" she said.
"Perhaps slick brown hair? That sits so perfectly, you'd think it was fake" he replied.
The two of them giggled, but deep down inside of Hermione, the memories of heartbreak were nagging at the edges of her desire for nothing but what they were talking about.
Hermione felt, over the next weeks, that she must have somehow slipped up. Ron had begun questioning every little thing she did, every hour of her working day was scrutinised, every minute she was late, he demanded she account for.
His possessiveness had now grown to an unimaginable level, where he even started suggesting she quit her job. He was still tugging at her pants for sex at least 5 times a week, not realising that another man was fucking her, mere hours beforehand.
Hermione wondered if he could somehow tell. She had always made an effort to clean herself up, but could he tell? Was she different? Did she feel different?
There was one afternoon, where Hermione returned home 5 minutes late, after shagging Malfoy in the broom closet in the hall near her office. She didn't have time to clean up, so when she arrived home, she headed straight for a shower. Ron, of course, followed her, questioning why she needed to shower straight away.
"Ron, I've had a stressful day, my back hurts and I need to loosen it up" she said, stepping into the steaming water.
"Well, I still think you're fucking someone" he said.
"The only one who I'm having sex with is you" she answered with a roll of her eyes.
"You're fucking right Hermione" he said, standing in the bathroom, watching her clean herself.
When she hopped out, she grabbed for her towel, but Ron yanked it away. She saw that he was was excited and wondered, how can someone so angry, be so aroused?
"Come on Ron, give me my towel, I need to get dressed so I can say help to Rose" she said, hoping that he didn't want to have sex with her, only 20 minutes after Malfoy. She was still coming down from the orgasm he gave her.
He walked from the bathroom to their adjoining bedroom and stood beside the bed. She followed, and tried to get her towel, but he pulled it away from her grasp and pushed her down on the bed.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, knowing too late what he was up to.
His pants were on the floor and his erection had sprung free before he climbed up the bed and over the top of her.
He grabbed her legs and roughly spread them wide before lining himself up and shoving himself into her. It wasn't pleasant, her mind wasn't into it. The idea of Ron fucking her was so far removed from anything she wanted that she closed her eyes and let him have her. Get it over with so she could avoid a fight that would probably last into the night.
As he pounded in and out of her, he was grabbing her flesh, angrily. Roughly. He was hurting her and she knew he'd leave a bruise. Her closed her eyes tight, but opened them when she felt his hand at her throat.
"You're right Hermione, I am the only one fucking you. Because if I find out that I'm not, I'll fucking kill whoever it is while you watch, then I'll kill you" he said, squeezing till she almost couldn't breathe.
It was the first time she had ever felt fearful of Ron. He was like another person. Someone she didn't know.
"I bet when he fucks you, you come all over him, don't you? Is he better than me? Does he make you cry out? Does he lick you? Does he fuck you in your ass? What do you let him do Hermione? What does he do to you? Huh? Does he do this?" Ron's questioning was growing quicker, harder, faster with each thrust. He was getting close to finishing, his hand now having left her throat but grabbing hard onto her hips. His fingernails were digging in as he urgently jackhammered away at her, his curly red chest hair glistening with sweat.
"Tell me Hermione. Tell me who he is" he demanded.
"There isn't anybody Ron, I swear" she said.
"There is. I know there is" he said. "Tell me" he added, letting go of her flesh and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He yanked it to the side, making her gasp, which caused him to laugh while he never relented on his jackhammering style of fucking her.
"You like that? You like it when I pull on you hair and accuse you of being a slut?" he said.
"No, Ron I don't. I don't like it" she said, tears forming in her eyes.
"Well, your pussy is telling me otherwise" he said, reaching down between them to brush her clit with his thumb.
Hermione felt her body react, still in a high from the orgasms that Malfoy had given her, still sensitive, still aware. She felt her walls clench at the pressure he was placing on that spot between them. She felt her body betray her, as tears fell freely from her eyes and the heat pooled in her centre.
The explosion came with a cry of pain, as he slapped her bare backside. It was an assault on her senses. He had just given her, what he thought, was her first orgasm, he hammered once, twice and he was done, releasing himself inside of her with a final thrust before collapsing beside her.
"All you needed was for me to talk dirty to you and treat you rough?" he asked.
"No Ron, that was horrible" she said, rolling off the bed.
"You came Hermione. I talked dirty to you, I pulled your hair and you came hard on my dick" he said.
"That was not intentional. You forced that out of me" she said. "I didn't want that" she added.
"Either way, you loved it" he said, laying in his back with his hands linked behind his head and a huge smile on his face.
"I didn't love that" she said between gritted teeth, pulling the towel from underneath his legs.
She stormed off to the bathroom, turning the shower back on and washing Ron's sweat off her. He arrived in the bathroom and before she was fully finished, she got out as he got in. She couldn't stand to look at him.
He blocked her way and took her face gently in his hands.
"I know you're not cheating Hermione" he said with a kind smile. "I just wanted to try something different. And it worked. We know that there's nothing wrong with you now" he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"If you ever do that to me again Ron Weasley, I will fucking hex you in your sleep" she said, yanking herself away from him.
She stormed out of the bathroom with her towel around her body and slammed the door after herself. The last things he saw was Ron's shocked face in the foggy mirror behind her.
AN - This was a really hard chapter to write for so many reasons. Non-consentual sex CAN and DOES happen within relationships everyday, but the saddest thing is, so many people just don't know, never realise till its too late.
This was a blatant example and i apologise if anyone was triggered by this. By this stage, Hermione is so used to just letting him use her for sex that this is just another day in her life. At this point, him doing this to her is almost comeuppance for her affair, in her eyes.