A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 1504
Warning: non-con, forced pregnancy, miscarriage
Hermione had always known things weren't going to work out. She was the daughter of a baker and he...well, he was the son of a king. When Prince Ron had first noticed her working in her father's shop, he'd been friendly, very friendly. She'd liked the way he talked to her, the way he made her feel like she wasn't invisible.
Prince Ron had to marry and produce an heir to inherit the throne. Everyone knew about this, because palace gossip was the best gossip! Hermione knew about it, there was no denying that. When Ron asked her to marry him after just one day, she thought all her dreams had been answered. She just never thought that someone could be so horrible, that someone could betray her so deeply.
They were married in a large ceremony with foreign dignitaries, people of note, and anyone else the king had found fit to invite. The whole thing went by in a whirlwind of pastel colors, of bowing and shining jewels. Hermione found herself decked out in more sparkling diamonds than she could count. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a teal ribbon. That ribbon matched the one on the waist of her dress and the one on the hem. There was also a teal ribbon tied around her dainty wrist. Teal was Prince Ron's color after all.
The walk back down the aisle after they were announced as husband and wife seemed to last forever. Stop and smile, wave slightly, nod as you move. Hermione's cheeks hurt by the time they exited the chapel and stepped out into the waiting carriage. Ron entered first, Hermione after him. She had only just been a commoner the day before. Everything was happening so fast from the moment Ron had walked into the bakery.
"Now, there's a few rules you should know as my wife," he stated, once the carriage pitched forward. Hermione nodded numbly, too overwhelmed the whirlwind of everything. She'd never thought she'd marry a boy she'd just met, much less a prince.
""First, you are to obey me at all times, especially in public. I can not be seen as weak, and if they see me unable to control you, I will appear just that. Second, from this moment forward, you and I will be doing everything possible to produce an heir. You are not to chew any herbs that could keep that from happening. Third, you are to act as if you love me whenever we are together. When we are apart, you are to hold your tongue lest it say anything against me, is that clear? Finally, you are to address me as 'Prince Ron' at all times. My title is too important to forget."
"You cannot be serious right now? Can you?" Hermione asked, blinking in shock at the sheer amount of things Prince Ron apparently had control over. She'd never realized that by marrying him, she was losing so much of herself.
"I am, failure to comply with these rules shall result in beheading," he laughed, running a hand over Hermione's breasts. Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel herself tense, the pressure in her core building. She hated her body for this betrayal. She knew Prince Ron was now her husband, that she'd honestly had no say in the matter, but she refused to take pleasure in this fact.
"We're almost to the palace, then I shall see what I have purchased," Ron stated, causing Hermione's cheeks to flush. She'd known her parents had needed money, the bakery wasn't doing as well as they'd hoped. But to have sold her to the royal family, it was too much. Tears pricked Hermione's eyes. Ron reached over and wiped them away smiling.
"I, too, am extremely happy in our union," he stated, kissing her roughly as the carriage bounced over the cobblestone street.
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Hermione blinked back tears as she washed. She and Prince Ron had just celebrated their marriage, at least he had. She felt raw, used, dirty. She was so dazed from it that even the luxury of running water in the palace had little effect on her. She could already tell there would be bruises on her arms from Prince Ron's roughness. She dried herself and allowed her ladies to dress her.
"Now, hold still, Lady Hermione," one said, taking her right arm and sliding it into a the sleeve of a cloak. She then did the same with the left. Hermione couldn't help but notice that all her clothing had long sleeves. She looked at the closest of her attending ladies. She simply nodded, a grim smile on her face. Hermione's heart sank. They knew what Prince Ron had done, how he'd done it.
The bruises faded over the next few days. Then they were replaced by new ones, ones that covered her neck in blues and purples. Her clothing now had high necks and long sleeves. This torture continued night after night as Hermione tried to love Prince Ron, as she tried to find a more tender way of fulfilling her wifely duties.
Prince Ron would have none of her tenderness, he only took what he wanted, when he wanted. Hermione found herself being groped and harassed in the court room, at the dining table where Prince Ron bragged about his prowess while his mouth was full of food. Hermione only kept her mouth shut, knowing she couldn't speak against him.
It was after a month of continued nights with Prince Ron that Hermione found herself with child. She was beyond excited. This meant Ron would stop, that he would do nothing to hurt the heir he wanted so badly. Her eyes were sparkling with joy when she told him. For a moment, everything was perfect. He was sweet, caring, he would bend over backwards to make sure she and his unborn child were cared for.
That only lasted until nine months later Hermione gave birth to their daughter, Rose. Immeditally, Prince Ron's whole demeanor changed.
"This isn't an heir," he bellowed, slamming his hands on the sides of Rose's crib causing the baby to cry. "You're going to have to try harder," he stated, running his fingers over Hermione's body. She whimpered, still recovering from Rose's birth. Prince Ron glared at her, but granted her a retrieve for a week, then she was back in his bed with him trying to create the heir he so desperately needed to claim his throne.
Rose was only two months old when Hermione found herself again with child. She prayed it would be a boy this time. Ron didn't give her the same loving affection as he had when she was pregnant with Rose, instead, he continued to harass her, claiming his touch would make it more likely she'd have a son this time.
It was nearing the third month when Hermione collapsed in a stairwell. The royal healers could do nothing to save the child, and Ron turned against her. She was ignored by him, called a failure. She was given one more chance to have his heir. One more chance or she would lose her head.
"I need time to heal," she stated. This time, Prince Ron listened. "If we wait a bit, that will make it more likely we'll have a strong healthy son," she added, knowing she would say anything at this point to protect herself and Rose.
Prince Ron nodded, and left her alone for a month, then again. Hermione was confused until one night she went to his chamber, she'd been sleeping in the nursery. She pushed the door open and screamed. Prince Ron was in his bed with a blond woman. He looked at her, ignored her and continued to shag the woman. Finally finished, he looked at Hermione and laughed.
"She's already had four sons, she'll give me what I want. The public loves you though, so you've managed to keep your head this time. You'll pretend the baby is yours," Prince Ron stated. Hermione only nodded, tears streaming down her face. She wished Prince Ron had never walked into her parents'
bakery, that she'd never seen his smiling face.
She turned and ran. Her mind was reeling. She couldn't do this any more, she refused to do this any more! She packed quickly, mostly things for Rose and sneaked out of the castle. The guards didn't notice her comings and goings. She was only important because she'd married Prince Ron.
Once off the palace grounds, Hermione walked the street, stopping by the bakery to give it one last look before she carried Rose down the to shipping port. She'd only taken enough coins to buy them passage to the new world that everyone was buzzing about. She was welcomed aboard a dark colored ship by the captain himself, Captain Severus. She leaned against the railing on the deck, looking out at the ocean and smiled. Soon she would be free, she and Rose would be free!