Title- Concrete Angel
Author- Butterfly Kisses3
Rating- pg-13
Summary- We had our very first disagreement. It was so petty I don't even remember what it was about. I think he was so angry because I was arguing over something stupid. Lu is right, I am to stubborn for my own good….He grabbed my arms and squeezed so hard ….for him my newest bruise, a black eye….
(One Shot)
A/N - Yes I realize that I am suppose to be writing the next chapter for Phire and Ice….I'm getting to it, I promise. This was a spur of the moment thing.
December 1
I have been Mrs. Harry Potter for a month. The wedding was beautiful. I love Harry more then life itself. I know that sounds really stupid and something out of a romance novel, but its true. Its absolutely wonderful. I have never been more envied in my life! Everyone wants to be me. Even Lu is Jealous, She says I have caught the best man in the entire wizarding world.
December 10
We had our very first disagreement. It was so petty I don't even remember what it was about. I think he was so angry because I was arguing over something stupid. Lu is right, I am to stubborn for my own good. I am going to have to start being a little more agreeable.
December 15
Harry and I had a horrible row today. Mother invited us over for dinner and I told her we would come, and Harry got mad. He says I try and run the house, that maybe I would prefer a devoice. I told he was ridicules, it was only dinner. He made me call and tell her I was sick. I feel so guilty. Maybe I will go spend the day with her one day this week to make up for it.
December 17
Theses days Harry and I do nothing but fight. I don't understand. I love him so much and try my best to be a good wife, but I don't want to give up my job. He says that if I love him I would want to take care of him and our house, and that maybe I don't love him I just want his money. Then he through a vase at me. It hit right above my head, shattering to zillions of pieces and falling down like rain. I was so scared I didn't know what to say. He calmly turned around, grabbed his cloak and walked out of the door. I sat there crying for hours. I wanted so badly to call Lu up and tell her, but he cut off the floo yesterday, saying it needed to be repaired. He came back a few hours ago. He said he was sorry and that he never meant to hurt me. He brought me roses. And a new vase to put them in. And I know he didn't mean to hurt me, I could see the love in his eyes. Maybe if I just quit my job at St. Mungo's we wouldn't fight so much.
December 24
We are not going to the burrow tomorrow for Christmas, I will be sick tomorrow. I don't have a choice and no one is making me. I am doing it on my own. I would never be able to explain the burse's on my arm. My mother can tell when I am lying and she would be disappointed in me. Harry found a not from Jay, the fix-it-man, being the foolish man he is, he wrote that he would be over to service me as soon as Harry left day after tomorrow. Harry flew into a rage before I had a chance to explain. Jay would be coming over to fix the leaky faucet in the kitchen. He grabbed my arms and squeezed so hard that tears sprang out before I could stop them. He then through me against the mirror on the back of the door. It seemed like hours before he believed my story. He said he was sorry, and I believe him because he loves me. I will tell Jay that he must find a better way to word that next time.
December 27
I saw Malfoy today in Hogsmead. I was getting some shopping done when I ran into him. Quite literally. I dropped everything I had been carrying and my sunglasses fell off, displaying for him my newest bruise, a black eye. You could see the hundreds of questions that instantly popped into his head. I know he wanted to ask who had decked me, but his pride stood in the way, thank gods. Imagine him asking about the welfare of a mere Weasily? He helped me pick up my things and I thanked him. Then, before I could stop myself I blurted that it was an accident. It was true after all. He said he was sorry.
January 3
I am becoming very good at making excuses and lying. He broke my nose today. I told Lu that I tripped over the neighbors cat and bonked it on the sidewalk. She looked at me strange, almost like she wanted to say something. It was too late that I remembered complaining about both my neighbors having huge, fierce dogs and that was why Harry wouldn't let me keep a cat. But she seemed to accept my story because she changed the subject, and even laughed and called me a klutz.
January 12
I got a letter today, it was from Lu, she's going on some grand adventure and wanted me to wish her luck. So I asked Harry if I could go meet Lu at the Three Broomsticks. He said no, that I didn't need to go see her, I needed to fix his dinner. Maybe I should have just went and did it, but I didn't. I had to be stubborn. I now have another black eye.
January 12
I haven't been out of the house in heaven knows how long, I think since the run in with Malfoy. Our fighting is getting worse instead of better. He beat me when I suggested couples therapy. He said he wasn't the one that needed the help. That there was nothing wrong with him, that I was the one to blame for all the fights. Lu still hasn't returned, every once in a while I will get a letter from her, I'm thinking that maybe I should just ask for a divorce. I don't think this is going to work out. I am not a good wife. Although he did apologize for saying those mean things, I still cant help but think I am a less the adequate wife.
January 22
I talked to Harry about the devoice, he was heart broken. He said that I might just need a day out. I went to Hogsmead. I wasn't suppose to come home until seven. But I felt guilty that I had left him home feeling so sad, so I left at five. He was home. And so was Ron's wife Hermoine. They were together, in our bed. She just looked at me and smirked. He laughed at me, and when she left, he beat me again.
January 27
Everytime he hit me he said he was sorry, and I believed him. I believed he loved me and was confused. I believed he did it to cover up his insecurities. I believed I loved him more then life itself. A year we dated, and we were so in love. But were we really ever in love? Three months of marriage and I have nothing but bruises on my cold body. He beat me again two days ago. He said he was sorry as he sat there holding my head in his lap and crying. But I don't know why he was crying. Was it out of love or guilt that he had hurt me to bad to be fixed this time? Was he frightened that he would get in trouble? I shall never know. Lu brought me flowers today, she was crying. She said she should have been there, should have helped me. But she doesn't understand, how could she have helped me? I wouldn't even help my self. I believed him every time he told me he was sorry. I didn't want to believe, I wanted to pretend it was a fairytale marriage, that he didn't know what he was doing, but he did. And now, here I lay, "Virginia Rose Weasily Potter", and I will be "Missed by Her grieving Family, Until the day we meet again in Heaven"
-Fin-