In which Hermione Confesses Her Sins and Ron Gets Into A Brawl
(In case you didn't realize this, I don't own HP characters, only Brioc and Cerri. Louis is also not mine, not that I would want him to be, lol)
"Since you're still drunk maybe now is not the time to go blabbing, you need a clear mind," I heard Ron say, shifting uncomfortably in his seat again. Why was he always so nervous around me? It's not like there's any way he could know how I feel about him, Harry promised me he would not tell.
"No, Ron, let me continue. I'm not sure exactly where to start but the general idea is that I have a completely different life outside of Hogwarts. My life went topsy-turvy when my parents got divorced," I started, noting the slight shock in his gorgeous eyes. "I know, nobody knew about that. When I was home, my mother was so deep in depression that she didn't care what I did, or with whom. My father moved out and got remarried real soon, living his own life. I rebelled, wanting either of them to notice me and care about what was going on with me, or how I was coping with everything. But no one ever heard me, so I got in deeper. At first I would join my mother in drinking and smoking myself nauseous, but after that I thought that if I had more human contact it would help me. That's when I met Louis. Stupidly I confused sex with love and discovered that the guys I slept with acted like they cared for at least a little while,"
"Then my mom spent our entire savings in Las Vegas back in the States. She got drunk, spent it all, and then had no way home. Louis helped me get there to bring her back but I had to pay him back. He offered me a job at the club be owned. I accepted--my mother had nothing and someone needed to keep our house running, not to mention the Hogwarts fees I needed to earn. That plus my dad's child support money and we made it by. Unfortunately, I lost control. I realize that now. Louis' club, Puss In Boots, worked nights as a place to pick up prostitutes. I got caught up in it all, needing the money. The only way I got through it was to shut everything out, not to think about what I was doing or how I felt about it. I became engrossed in my schoolwork to escape it all and needing the distraction. Each summer it would get worse and my customers kept getting more greasy and rude. Now I thought I had enough so I quit. I tried going to Church daily and repenting, I used to go all the time, but they would have nothing to do with me. Louis convinced me that they would never forgive any of us and I shouldn't bother trying to go back to my life of innocence, it would never work. I embraced it then, became his slut again, it being less of an obligation and more of a choice this time around. The people there listened to me, I had a place to belong, or at least I thought I did. They dubbedme Horny Hermione because I brought in the most tips and was the youngest one there. I thought they were my friends. I was badly mistaken" I was unsure if I could go on. Ron put his hand on mine and smiled one those smiles of his and I burst into tears. Ron moved his chair towards mine and eveloped me in his strong, comforting arms.
"You don't have to continue if you don't want to," he said, handing me some tissues. God, I loved him.
"It's okay. I have to tell the whole thing. One night, it was a Wednesday so Barry usually requested me. I went to his house and gave him a massage. He offered me a drink and I took it, thinking nothing unusual since he usually offered me one. All of a sudden things got blurry, hazy, like a veil over my senses. I felt a sharp pain to my head and crashed to the floor. When I looked up there were more guys in the room than BarryI woke up the next day in the frezzing cold rain on the front steps of a church near the club. It was so cold but I just couldn't move. My clothes were in shreds and caked with dried blood. I had a sign around my neck that said 'Free Hoe' and my wallet was gone. It hurt so much" I sobbed, phantom pains returning as usual.
"Oh god, Mione, I'm so sorry," Ron said earnestly, his eyes sincere and comforting. I rested my head on his shoulder and continued.
"Somehow I got back to Louis who was stark-raving mad when he saw what happened to me. He helped bandage my wounds--they had cut me with a dagger, beat me with a stick, whipped me, abused me to no end. My back is still sensitive from the scars. The part that made it all the more worse was when I found out the some of the dancers I worked with arranged it with the guys, saying I would be an easy and cheap victim. My supposed friends had helped to beat the shit out of me," now I really started to cry uncontrollably. I felt like such a fool for doing this but for some reason it was almost okay that I was crying in front of him, he didn't seem to mind seeing me like this.
"Hermione, wow. You don't deserve any of this, you're better than that," Ron began but I cut him off.
"How can you say that after everything I've told you? I'm a whore, I dress like a slut and have sex with total strangers! I asked for it, it was my fault," I objected.
"No, you didn't derserve that or ask for it or anything. And because I know you. I know how helpful, funny, caring, brave you can be," he argued.
"Don't you see? That's the thing, you only know my Hogwarts self, the fake one. The good-girl façade was not me, just a front for my double-life."
"I know that. I've always known you weren't as good as you said you were, nobody, not even you, is that perfect. But that doesn't change the good heart that I know you have, the one I fell for," he said, shocked at what was coming out of his own mouth.
"What?" I asked, alarmed at what I thought I heard and scared it was all my drunken imagination.
"I'm sorry, I have to go, I will see you later, ok?" ron said, squeezing my hand once and making a hasty exit. I was in his room but since he left me here I supposed it was okay for me to stay. I was so exhausted from everything. I wanted to sleep forever. Even though I wanted to stay up to think more on what Ron said or didn't say, sleep won out and I dozed on the bed.
I woke up and was starving for some pub fries so I went downstairs to the Prancing Pony. The place got eerily quiet as I entered, except the corner where there was a fight going on, Ron was yelling at someone. Ignoring the stares of the customers, most of which I knew from school or something, I went to investigate. It was a house elf he was threatening, which added to my confusion.
"Creevey, you bastard! How dare you talk about her like that, Hermione was your friend!" Ron was yelling at him. Huh? What did I have to do with this?
"We're not that friendly man, I don't go for cheap sluts," Collin yelled back, almost tauntingly to Ron. Ron's fist came out of nowhere and sucker punched Collin onto the table behind him. Collin's friends at that table were suddenly against Ron as well but he held his own surprisingly enough. What did this all have to do with me? I asked myself again.
I noticed Ron about to be hit with a beer bottle and took out my wand to freeze everyone except Ron, who was being punched by the Ravenclaw beater at the time. Since he could barely walk I helped him to the stairwell upstairs and then went back to the bar to order a platter and two butterbeers for the room. Then I helped him upstairs and sat him down on the bed, checking to make sure he didn't have a concussion or anything. He had a dazed look in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face. I put a band-aid on the scrape on his forehead. His hand covered mine and his other arm pushed me closer to him.
"Aren't you gonna kiss it and make it better?" He asked me huskily, his eyes way too intense for me. I kissed his temple like a mother would and tried to pull away, only to find myself trapped in his arms. "What about this one?" He asked, pointing to the tiny cut on his lip. I made for a quick peck but Ron's mouth devoured mine and I couldn't let go even if he let me. It was like all my cicuits were fried, or I was flying through space but grounded at the same time. As fantastic as it was, I pushed him away.
"Why were you fighting?" I asked when I could speak.
"They were talking shit about you. I had to fight back, a Creevey elf heard our entire conversation before. Collin was telling everyone," Ron explained, looking pained.
"Everyoneknows? Oh." I was speechless. Now what?
Chapter 3: In Which Everyone Finds Out About Everything And Somebody Returns
(FYI-the next one will return to a more comic voice, they will switch off---sorry to those who hate the mush!)
And for the slash-lovers, there will be some H-D closest stuff in the next one when they are all playing drinking gameshehe
Oh and more on Sirius and Remus' wedding
Maybe Kirby will make an appearance too.haha