Title: Scarred
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: It's Christmas! Hermione gets a gift from. . . (duh duh! (that was suppose to be dramatic music) ) . . .SOMEONE.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all this. I'm just a crazy person playing with the characters!
Feedback: PLEASE! Pretty please!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Six
Hermione screamed as the whip snapped on her back. Hot tears streamed down her cheek and blood down her back from where the nun had hit so hard it broke the skin. Hermione tugged at the leather bindings around her wrists that held her in her spot.
"Does this teach you?" the nun hissed.
Hermione just nodded. If she opened her mouth she may never stop screaming. So instead she bit her lip so hard it began to draw blood. She knew if she screamed it meant more. More pain.
Hermione opened her eyes. She knew it was all in her head, and it was stuck there forever. The memories would never fade, ever. Hermione walked out of her empty dormitories.
Everyone had gone back for Christmas. She didn't this year because her parents always wanted her to go to church. The priest there had been the headmaster at her old school, so naturally she didn't go. It was getting harder to keep it in as she grew older and understood more. She wished she didn't understand. It was easier when she was littler and thought it was right. That all girls were punished that way.
"Herm! It's Christmas! Come get your gifts!" Ron shouted from the common room, where a tree was up and presents glitter underneath.
Hermione smiled and jumped down the stairs. She kneeled down beside Ron and went threw the gifts. She looked through them. Candy from Ron, Harry, and Hagrid. A nice book from Ginny. Some new clothes from her parents and. . .
There was a rather small boxed gift with a note on it. With trembling hands she picked up the not.
Dear 'Mione,
I hope you are doing well at your boarding school. I'm sad to find that you didn't come home for Christmas. Well I thought I would give you a gift to show I was thinking of you.
No one had signed it, but Hermione knew who gave it to her. She carefully opened the box. Inside was a golden heart-shaped locket with ''Mione' in scripted on it. Hermione shut the box quickly and tossed under the tree.
"What's that?" Ron asked as he picked up the box.
"No! Don't!"
It was too late. Ron had opened the box.
"It's really pretty Herm," Then Ron thought about what kind of guy would give her such a beautiful gift. "Who calls you 'Mione?"
"No one," Hermione grabbed the box and shut it tight.
She got up and walked off. Ron saw a piece of paper slip out. Ron picked it up and read it. Hermione had a boy friend, maybe? Ron kicked himself mentally. Of course she probably did, she was a very beautiful girl.
Hermione sat on her bed. She threw the box against the door, but suddenly the door opened. The box hit Ron in the head!
Hermione jumped up ran over, "Oh God, I am so sorry Ron. I didn't except you to come after me."
"Obviously not! Damn Herm, you have a strong arm." He rubbed his forehead. "Well I just came to give you this."
Ron held out the note, but she didn't take it. She looked at it with a glare to rival Snape's. Finally she took it and threw it in the trash.
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"Nothing!" she said.
"Hermione, can I ask you something?" Ron asked seriously.
"Sure Ron." Hermione tried to be cheerful. "Ask away."
"What are the red marks on your back?"
Hermione's face darkened. "Nothing," she muttered.
"Everything seems like nothing to you these days. Why are you so-so" Ron didn't know what words to use.
"Ron it really is nothing. You shouldn't bother yourself with me. I'm just realizing the seriousness of something. It's not your problem; I can take care of myself."
"Hermione be straight with me. I've known you for five years. I think I know when you're lying." Ron crossed his arms over his chest. "You can tell me anything."
"Anything?" Hermione asked.
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A/N- Ok after that dump chapter I posted last I thought it would be nice to get things moving along. So this is my big idea. The talk! Whatever the talk is. . . So there it is. TWO parts in one whole day! I feel proud of myself.
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: It's Christmas! Hermione gets a gift from. . . (duh duh! (that was suppose to be dramatic music) ) . . .SOMEONE.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all this. I'm just a crazy person playing with the characters!
Feedback: PLEASE! Pretty please!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Six
Hermione screamed as the whip snapped on her back. Hot tears streamed down her cheek and blood down her back from where the nun had hit so hard it broke the skin. Hermione tugged at the leather bindings around her wrists that held her in her spot.
"Does this teach you?" the nun hissed.
Hermione just nodded. If she opened her mouth she may never stop screaming. So instead she bit her lip so hard it began to draw blood. She knew if she screamed it meant more. More pain.
Hermione opened her eyes. She knew it was all in her head, and it was stuck there forever. The memories would never fade, ever. Hermione walked out of her empty dormitories.
Everyone had gone back for Christmas. She didn't this year because her parents always wanted her to go to church. The priest there had been the headmaster at her old school, so naturally she didn't go. It was getting harder to keep it in as she grew older and understood more. She wished she didn't understand. It was easier when she was littler and thought it was right. That all girls were punished that way.
"Herm! It's Christmas! Come get your gifts!" Ron shouted from the common room, where a tree was up and presents glitter underneath.
Hermione smiled and jumped down the stairs. She kneeled down beside Ron and went threw the gifts. She looked through them. Candy from Ron, Harry, and Hagrid. A nice book from Ginny. Some new clothes from her parents and. . .
There was a rather small boxed gift with a note on it. With trembling hands she picked up the not.
Dear 'Mione,
I hope you are doing well at your boarding school. I'm sad to find that you didn't come home for Christmas. Well I thought I would give you a gift to show I was thinking of you.
No one had signed it, but Hermione knew who gave it to her. She carefully opened the box. Inside was a golden heart-shaped locket with ''Mione' in scripted on it. Hermione shut the box quickly and tossed under the tree.
"What's that?" Ron asked as he picked up the box.
"No! Don't!"
It was too late. Ron had opened the box.
"It's really pretty Herm," Then Ron thought about what kind of guy would give her such a beautiful gift. "Who calls you 'Mione?"
"No one," Hermione grabbed the box and shut it tight.
She got up and walked off. Ron saw a piece of paper slip out. Ron picked it up and read it. Hermione had a boy friend, maybe? Ron kicked himself mentally. Of course she probably did, she was a very beautiful girl.
Hermione sat on her bed. She threw the box against the door, but suddenly the door opened. The box hit Ron in the head!
Hermione jumped up ran over, "Oh God, I am so sorry Ron. I didn't except you to come after me."
"Obviously not! Damn Herm, you have a strong arm." He rubbed his forehead. "Well I just came to give you this."
Ron held out the note, but she didn't take it. She looked at it with a glare to rival Snape's. Finally she took it and threw it in the trash.
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"Nothing!" she said.
"Hermione, can I ask you something?" Ron asked seriously.
"Sure Ron." Hermione tried to be cheerful. "Ask away."
"What are the red marks on your back?"
Hermione's face darkened. "Nothing," she muttered.
"Everything seems like nothing to you these days. Why are you so-so" Ron didn't know what words to use.
"Ron it really is nothing. You shouldn't bother yourself with me. I'm just realizing the seriousness of something. It's not your problem; I can take care of myself."
"Hermione be straight with me. I've known you for five years. I think I know when you're lying." Ron crossed his arms over his chest. "You can tell me anything."
"Anything?" Hermione asked.
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A/N- Ok after that dump chapter I posted last I thought it would be nice to get things moving along. So this is my big idea. The talk! Whatever the talk is. . . So there it is. TWO parts in one whole day! I feel proud of myself.