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Summary: Read and you will see! (My way of saying ".... Uh.... Not sure yet")
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Ron swung around catching Professor Lupin's arm before it swung into his head.
"Very good," Professor Lupin praised. It had taken him three tries to do the fighting without turning into a vampire. He sucked oxygen into his lungs calmly and heavily.
"Professor," Ron started as Lupin wiped sweat from his forehead.
"Yes?"
"I was reading, that book, um, it said vampires are attracted more to the blood of muggles then to the blood of purebloods," Lupin nodded.
"That's why you need to stay clear of Hermione when you're angry," Lupin said giving him a knowing look. Ron glanced to the floor.
"I didn't mean for that to happen, I just, I mean, I wanted her away, I was changing, I told her to go, I pushed her-"
"No one's holding it against you, but you should take that as a warning, you need to be CAREFUL." Lupin said sternly. Seamus went next and Ron took a seat between Justin and Gabrielle. He saw Blaise give him a meaningful look that quickly turned red. Ron looked away nervously.
"The temper, is why I need to talk to you about-" Lupin broke off blocking Seamus's hit and knocking him to the ground, he helped him up and continued, "Quitting the quidditch team."
"I'm not quitting," Ron spat.
"You have no choice, Headmaster Dumbledore ordered it, we can't have you changing in front of students, particularly not outside in the daytime, even with your uniform on if you change outside you'll burn," Lupin said as Justin got up next.
"But Professor, I worked for six years to get onto the team!" Ron groaned.
"Ron, there are better things out there for you then quidditch, besides this may help your grades," Lupin said in a teacherly tone. Ron scoffed something about sounding like Hermione before stopping cold. Hermione.
He looked at Professor Lupin and felt a prickling behind his eyes.
"Can I go see-" Lupin nodded before Ron finished his question and Ron got up and headed for the door.
"But Ron, control," Lupin called after him.
The corridors seemed cold and empty on the way there. He was furious with her, and with himself. Why was she with that bloody ferret? Why had he let himself drink from her? It made him feel sick, like he had raped her of something.
"Mr. Wealsey," Madame Pomferey's nervous voice quaked as Ron towered over her looking particularly distraught.
"I need to see Hermione," He said seriously.
"Visiting times-"
"Now, I need to see her now," Ron said stubbornly. She stepped aside and Ron went into the hospital wing searching behind curtains for Hermione. He found her lying warmly underneath blankets, she stirred slightly, Ron hadn't heard that she had woken. He stood nervously shifting his weight not sure whether to go closer but wanting to, wanting to so much it was painful, he felt himself heat up.
Damnit.
His body propelled him forward; he sucked in a breath holding it inside for a while before letting it back out. He felt himself go back to normal. His hand reached out and stroked her warm cheek. Soft and tender. He kneeled beside her bed pressing his cheek to hers her warmth flowing into him, he was changing. His body seemed to be ignoring his brain's shouts to "STOP"
His hand cupped the side of her face and his lips pressed gently against her soft cheek, before slowly trailing to her lips. He was too far along, he couldn't make it stop. He felt her stir and used his hands to hold her steady, his lips trailed slowly to her neck he let his fangs slide gently over her skin, not quite letting them break the skin. He was teasing himself trying to hold back, trying to ignore the soft thudding of her heart, the smell of fresh blood just underneath her soft flesh.
"Fuck," He cursed softly yanking his head away from her he jammed his teeth into his own arm, sucking his own blood into his mouth. It wasn't satisfying, but it kept him from biting her. He watched her.
Her warm breath tickling his face, the rise and fall of her chest, the long eye lashes tracing the line of her eye. Her soft lips moist, and pink. And a nasty bandage messily covering the side of her head where she had collided with the desk, where he had drunk from her, where he had raped her.
"I love you, even though you torture me, I still love you. I'm not good enough, I know that Slytherin asshole's not either, even if you believe he is. You deserve better, you don't deserve a vampire who tries to rape you every time he sees you," Ron got up to leave feeling the prickling behind his eyes again. Hermione stirred.
"Ron?" Her innocent little voice asked. Ron kept his teeth clamped and legs cemented to the ground, getting and urge to quiet her by kissing her again. "What happened? I was talking to you and then..." She trailed off.
"I'm in love with you and you love Satan, to sum it up," He said bitterly, turning his head away from her.
"He wants to change, his father abuses him Ron, he needs to be loved," Her voice sang angelically.
"Are you in love with him?" Ron asked turning around completely and hoping she wouldn't notice how his hair must be darkening and skin paleing.
"I'm not sure," She whispered.
"Are you in love with... me?" His voice shook and he licked his lips nervously.
"Sometimes I think so, others... He's really sweet, Ron, and he loves me, and sometimes I just need to be in love with him, for him."
"What about for me?" The words echoed into nothingness and Ron ran. He was getting too angry. He glared down at his sleeve which was soaked he half ran down from corridor to corridor, taking the least used ones as normal.
"It's better that way, you know," Ron turned around. Blaise Zabini.
"What are you? My own perverted stalker?" Ron asked quite loudly. She looked at the ground her face reddening. "Look," Ron mumbled, "I'm sorry, I just, I'm having a bad day, no quidditch... and well..." He trailed off throwing his arms up as if in explanation. Blood splattered the wall. He saw her eyes redden hungrily. It made him sick.
"You think you love her, don't you?" She asked softly snapping back to normal. Ron nodded feeling his throat get dry. "It doesn't work, you know, they tell you they'll love you no matter what, and then they find out, and... Well, you either have to make them one of you, or perform a memory charm and stay away from them," She said sadly.
"Hermione's different," Ron croaked. Blaise stared at him in a longing way.
"I hope your right... For your sake," She said so softly Ron wasn't sure he had really heard it. Ron felt obligated to say something, or do something, something comforting maybe, he reached out and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. She jumped flinging herself away from him.
"I'm... sorry," Ron muttered puzzeledly.
"No, uh, I didn't mean to, uh, it's a reflex... Physical contact has kind of been a problem for me," She said slowly. Ron searched her face. She turned cynical, "I was abused." She said bluntly staring him straight in the eye. Ron sucked in a breath,
"I'm sorry," He breathed out. She shook her head.
"I should go," She said before turning and bolting Ron watched after her torn between following and leaving her to dwell on her own problems.
~"He wants to change, his father abuses him Ron, he needs to be loved,"~ Hermione's voice was still clear.
'Who does that? Abuses people, ruins there lives and everyone else's?' Ron thought feeling bitter. Why did Hermione have to be the one to love him? Why not some other girl? Why did Blaise have to tell him her problem? How come she didn't tell some other guy?
Summary: Read and you will see! (My way of saying ".... Uh.... Not sure yet")
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Abused
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Ron swung around catching Professor Lupin's arm before it swung into his head.
"Very good," Professor Lupin praised. It had taken him three tries to do the fighting without turning into a vampire. He sucked oxygen into his lungs calmly and heavily.
"Professor," Ron started as Lupin wiped sweat from his forehead.
"Yes?"
"I was reading, that book, um, it said vampires are attracted more to the blood of muggles then to the blood of purebloods," Lupin nodded.
"That's why you need to stay clear of Hermione when you're angry," Lupin said giving him a knowing look. Ron glanced to the floor.
"I didn't mean for that to happen, I just, I mean, I wanted her away, I was changing, I told her to go, I pushed her-"
"No one's holding it against you, but you should take that as a warning, you need to be CAREFUL." Lupin said sternly. Seamus went next and Ron took a seat between Justin and Gabrielle. He saw Blaise give him a meaningful look that quickly turned red. Ron looked away nervously.
"The temper, is why I need to talk to you about-" Lupin broke off blocking Seamus's hit and knocking him to the ground, he helped him up and continued, "Quitting the quidditch team."
"I'm not quitting," Ron spat.
"You have no choice, Headmaster Dumbledore ordered it, we can't have you changing in front of students, particularly not outside in the daytime, even with your uniform on if you change outside you'll burn," Lupin said as Justin got up next.
"But Professor, I worked for six years to get onto the team!" Ron groaned.
"Ron, there are better things out there for you then quidditch, besides this may help your grades," Lupin said in a teacherly tone. Ron scoffed something about sounding like Hermione before stopping cold. Hermione.
He looked at Professor Lupin and felt a prickling behind his eyes.
"Can I go see-" Lupin nodded before Ron finished his question and Ron got up and headed for the door.
"But Ron, control," Lupin called after him.
The corridors seemed cold and empty on the way there. He was furious with her, and with himself. Why was she with that bloody ferret? Why had he let himself drink from her? It made him feel sick, like he had raped her of something.
"Mr. Wealsey," Madame Pomferey's nervous voice quaked as Ron towered over her looking particularly distraught.
"I need to see Hermione," He said seriously.
"Visiting times-"
"Now, I need to see her now," Ron said stubbornly. She stepped aside and Ron went into the hospital wing searching behind curtains for Hermione. He found her lying warmly underneath blankets, she stirred slightly, Ron hadn't heard that she had woken. He stood nervously shifting his weight not sure whether to go closer but wanting to, wanting to so much it was painful, he felt himself heat up.
Damnit.
His body propelled him forward; he sucked in a breath holding it inside for a while before letting it back out. He felt himself go back to normal. His hand reached out and stroked her warm cheek. Soft and tender. He kneeled beside her bed pressing his cheek to hers her warmth flowing into him, he was changing. His body seemed to be ignoring his brain's shouts to "STOP"
His hand cupped the side of her face and his lips pressed gently against her soft cheek, before slowly trailing to her lips. He was too far along, he couldn't make it stop. He felt her stir and used his hands to hold her steady, his lips trailed slowly to her neck he let his fangs slide gently over her skin, not quite letting them break the skin. He was teasing himself trying to hold back, trying to ignore the soft thudding of her heart, the smell of fresh blood just underneath her soft flesh.
"Fuck," He cursed softly yanking his head away from her he jammed his teeth into his own arm, sucking his own blood into his mouth. It wasn't satisfying, but it kept him from biting her. He watched her.
Her warm breath tickling his face, the rise and fall of her chest, the long eye lashes tracing the line of her eye. Her soft lips moist, and pink. And a nasty bandage messily covering the side of her head where she had collided with the desk, where he had drunk from her, where he had raped her.
"I love you, even though you torture me, I still love you. I'm not good enough, I know that Slytherin asshole's not either, even if you believe he is. You deserve better, you don't deserve a vampire who tries to rape you every time he sees you," Ron got up to leave feeling the prickling behind his eyes again. Hermione stirred.
"Ron?" Her innocent little voice asked. Ron kept his teeth clamped and legs cemented to the ground, getting and urge to quiet her by kissing her again. "What happened? I was talking to you and then..." She trailed off.
"I'm in love with you and you love Satan, to sum it up," He said bitterly, turning his head away from her.
"He wants to change, his father abuses him Ron, he needs to be loved," Her voice sang angelically.
"Are you in love with him?" Ron asked turning around completely and hoping she wouldn't notice how his hair must be darkening and skin paleing.
"I'm not sure," She whispered.
"Are you in love with... me?" His voice shook and he licked his lips nervously.
"Sometimes I think so, others... He's really sweet, Ron, and he loves me, and sometimes I just need to be in love with him, for him."
"What about for me?" The words echoed into nothingness and Ron ran. He was getting too angry. He glared down at his sleeve which was soaked he half ran down from corridor to corridor, taking the least used ones as normal.
"It's better that way, you know," Ron turned around. Blaise Zabini.
"What are you? My own perverted stalker?" Ron asked quite loudly. She looked at the ground her face reddening. "Look," Ron mumbled, "I'm sorry, I just, I'm having a bad day, no quidditch... and well..." He trailed off throwing his arms up as if in explanation. Blood splattered the wall. He saw her eyes redden hungrily. It made him sick.
"You think you love her, don't you?" She asked softly snapping back to normal. Ron nodded feeling his throat get dry. "It doesn't work, you know, they tell you they'll love you no matter what, and then they find out, and... Well, you either have to make them one of you, or perform a memory charm and stay away from them," She said sadly.
"Hermione's different," Ron croaked. Blaise stared at him in a longing way.
"I hope your right... For your sake," She said so softly Ron wasn't sure he had really heard it. Ron felt obligated to say something, or do something, something comforting maybe, he reached out and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. She jumped flinging herself away from him.
"I'm... sorry," Ron muttered puzzeledly.
"No, uh, I didn't mean to, uh, it's a reflex... Physical contact has kind of been a problem for me," She said slowly. Ron searched her face. She turned cynical, "I was abused." She said bluntly staring him straight in the eye. Ron sucked in a breath,
"I'm sorry," He breathed out. She shook her head.
"I should go," She said before turning and bolting Ron watched after her torn between following and leaving her to dwell on her own problems.
~"He wants to change, his father abuses him Ron, he needs to be loved,"~ Hermione's voice was still clear.
'Who does that? Abuses people, ruins there lives and everyone else's?' Ron thought feeling bitter. Why did Hermione have to be the one to love him? Why not some other girl? Why did Blaise have to tell him her problem? How come she didn't tell some other guy?
