Hi I'm Evie, and thanks so much for reading my story :) This will be updated regularly and will have several chapters, as I'm hoping to turn it into a novel/Novella. Please review1
Hermione ran, not caring that she had been running for over an hour, ignoring her bare feet crying out in agony as she trod on various thorns and stones in her path. She didn't care about anything right now, apart from getting away from what she had witnessed.
Four hours previously…..
Hermione and Ron had been growing apart due to their separate jobs, her as a Magical Creature's rights activist, Ron as a worker in Gringotts, which required him to travel around the globe sporadically and so she had prepared a romantic surprise. Anonymously, she had sent him the option of relaxing in a log cabin for a weekend, disguising it as a contest win, knowing that Ron would take the opportunity to get away from his taxing job. Waiting, scantily clad in lingerie she had purchased just for the occasion, she waited for her boyfriend of two years.
Two Hours later….
Hermione was jolted out of the slumber she had fallen into by the sound of Ron's raucous grunting and yelling. Pursing her plump red lips at the fact that he was quite obviously drunk, she quietly opened the door, hoping she could still give him an amazing treat. Her hand flew to her mouth at the sight before her. "FUCK YEAH BABY" Ron shouted from the sofa, where his legs were entangled with the tanned ones of Lavender Brown. Both completely oblivious to what was going on, Ron thrust deeply into Lavender's shaved pussy, clearly near to orgasm. Lavender moaned incoherently and as Hermione finally realised what was happening, she screamed in anger. The couple, ceasing their carnal escapade, looked up as one towards Hermione's shaking form. "Shit! Hermie love, it's not what it looks like!" Vision red with fury, Hermione's fist connected with Ron's long nose with a crack that reverberated throughout the cabin. "LIKE FUCK IT ISNT RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" she screamed, tears running down her beautiful face. And with that, she ran hyperventilating out of the cabin and into the forest.
Present time…
Reaching the edge of the forest, two loud CRACKs sounded behind her. Looking to see what it was, she saw two heads of messy red hair before her head collided heavily with a tree and everything went black.
"'Mione! 'Mione, are you okay?!" twin concerned voices said softly as she drifted into consciousness. Groaning in pain, Hermione tried to sit up but immediately fell back, and was caught by strong arms before her head could re-collide with the tree. "Lovely a sight as that is 'Mione-" Fred said, cheeky even in this situation. "-We'd better get you covered up before you catch pneumonia" finished George, conjuring a thick blanket which he wrapped around her shivering form. With another CRACK, the trio were in the apartment above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Fred and George wrapped twin muscled arms around her, and led her to their sofa. "No! Not the sofa!" Hermione screamed and began hyperventilating again. Instead, they sat her down by the fireplace, conjuring a roaring fire as they did so. "What's up with the sofa love?" they inquired in unison. "R-r-r-Ron, L-l-l-lavender, on s-sofa!" she managed to choke out before once more giving in to shuddering sobs.
"Prat!" Fred and George exclaimed.