Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and the poem.

A/N: I'll be posting a new chapter every day or every other day. However, I just realized how absolutely horrid this fic is. I am officially the worst writer I've ever had the inconvenience of reading. But thanks for sticking around. I really appreciate it. Drop me a note? Flames are welcome.

----------------------------- About four months later: (present): March 15 -----------------------------------

Even as her sky flashed with its metallic black rays of reason and regret, he refused to look up and pay her face any attention at all until he felt the sharpened, hoary blade against his temple. And finally-

"Bring that here, Granger."

Hermione looked up slowly and found herself staring at Professor Severus Snape. He was sitting at his desk at the front of the Potions classroom.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"Bring what you were writing up here," Snape replied greasily.

Hermione walked up to his desk, parchment in hand, with all eyes on her. She could feel Ron's eyes being especially carving. They were practically boring themselves into the back of her neck. Snape snatched the paper from Hermione and monotonously read it out loud to the class.

"Ooo, that's dark," Seamus Finnigan said as Lavender gasped. Whispers quickly erupted and Harry leaned over and said something to Ron.

Hermione's cheeks burned and Snape said, "It sounds dreadfully tedious and strange. Ever thing about taking Journalism, Granger?"

Laughter filled the room. Even Ron was laughing, in a fake manner, just for show. But laughing, nonetheless.

"A weeks detention, Granger," Snape sneered as he lit the parchment on fire with his wand, "Go sit down."

---------------------- Later that night ----------------------

Hermione was working on a Transfiguration essay on her bed. She was also listening to Parvarti and Lavender talk about the last guys they had fucked. Hermione thought she heard something outside her dormitory, but before she had the chance to react, Ron had barged through the door. Parvarti and Lavender screamed and Ron looked furious. He was at Hermione's bedside in two strides, and he grabbed her hair very roughly.

"Ron, what are you-"Lavender started to ask.

"I have to talk to Hermione for a second," he replied as he dragged her off the bed and forced her out the door. As Ron shoved Hermione out of the room, she tripped, causing Ron to let go of her hair and get hit in the arm with the door.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said quickly as she stumbled, "are you okay?"

In one fluid motion, Ron gripped Hermione by the neck and smashed her fragile body up against the castle wall. Her feel were off the ground and she quickly realized that she couldn't breathe.

"Listen to me, Hermione," he commanded quietly, not loosening his grip. The helpless girl in front of him tried her best to nod and Ron said, "You can't write anything, anymore. You are to show me everything you pen and it has to be for school. Understand?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered, hastily losing consciousness. Ron let her drop to the ground, but not before he hit her. Hermione crumpled to the stone floor, as she tasted blood. Her head spun and she blacked out.

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'll post another chapter tomorrow.