In Her Eyes

Madammarauder

Ch2:The Burrow

Previously:

Hermione could smell the beer in his breath. Knowing that he was drunk, she took another step back. Her father smiled, and took a few steps toward her."You know, you really are a beautiful woman," he said, taking a few steps closer toward Hermione. Hermione, in turn, took the same amount of steps back, she then examined him quickly. His hair was tousled, his gut was hanging out from underneath his greasy T-shirt, and his eyes were bloodshot. OH, YEAH. HE'S DEFINITELY DRUNK. Hermione thought to herself. "Just like your mother was." He said, advancing upon her. Hermione was now pinned up against the wall. He stood only about six inches away from her body, "Too bad she had to leave us, it could have really worked out." HE rambled. Now, He was fiddling with Hermione's hair. This made her very uncomfortable.

"HERMIONE!" He yelled furiously. Now at the bottom of the steps, he started to run across the dinning room to get to Hermione, but halfway across the room, he tripped over a chair, and fell flat on his face. Knowing that there was no better chance, Hermione grabbed a handful of floo powder, and flung it into the fireplace, " THE BURROW!"

As Hermione spun through the fireplace, a huge flood of relief overcame her. Two years before Mr. and Mrs. Granger had gotten a divorce. But, when Mrs. Granger left, Hermione's father started to drink. Unbelievingly, Hermione had felt bad for her father, at first. But then her father would get so drunk that he would verbally, sexually, and physically abuse Hermione. For two years, Hermione had to deal with her father. He had even threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone what her father did to her. So, now, to break free from him was like a caged bird being set free.

Hermione was thinking of this as she swirled quickly through the fireplace, but she was interrupted of her thought when she suddenly fumbled hard onto the solid ground. She coughed noisily to try to get the dust out of her throat. It took her a few moments to recuperate from the nauseating travel, and once she was finished, she lifted her head to find seven, dumbfounded, redheads staring at her in awe, all who were sitting around the dinner table, what looked like enjoying their supper.

" Hermione, is that you?" Ron Weasley asked, walking over to where a dirty, ash-covered Hermione was laying. " Bloody Hell, it IS you!" He exclaimed, squatting down next to her. "What happened to you? Are you all right? Did that bloody bastard try to hurt you again?" Ron asked nervously, trying to brush off the dust and ash that was covering Hermione from head to toe.

" Ron, Ron, RON!" Hermione screamed over Ron's rambling, " I'm fine." She lied. She finished brushing herself off, and looked up at Ron. Ron had shorter, red hair that barely touched his ears. He still had the freckles splashed across his nose and underneath his eyes that Hermione especially liked about Ron. She, Ron, and Harry Potter were, and still were the best of friends. So far their years at Hogwats had been a blast. But, the year before, Hermione told Harry and Ron about what her father did to her. And Ron, being the big mouth that he is, told his father about it. So, his father set up a floo powder network line between Hermione's house and the borrow, ( Thank God) just in case she needed them.

" Hermione, come sit down." Mr. Weasley said, helping Hermione off of the ground. With the help of Mr. Weasley, Hermione went and sat down between Fred and George, who were still sitting there, flabbergasted from Hermione's sudden arrival.

" Hermione," Ron said once he was sure she was comfortable, "What happened?"

Now Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Ron were staring at Hermione intently, waiting for an answer. " Did he do it again?" Ron asked again. This time even calmer. Hermione took a deep breath, but she just couldn't bring herself to answer. Instead, she started to cry. Normally, Hermione was the last person who would cry in front of people. This was because she was always laughing and being cheerful, trying to cover up her hurt and pain. But, this time she cried as if there was no tomorrow.

Ron quickly got up and put his arms around her. He then helped her get up and led her upstairs. Once upstairs they walked to the last door on the left at the end of the hallway, and went inside. This was what used to be Bill's, one of Ron's older brother's, room, but was now used as a quest room. Ron quickly rushed out of the room, leaving Hermione sitting on the bed. When he returned, he was holding a pair of Ginny's pajamas.

" Here you go." Ron said, handing her the pajamas, "These should fit."

He then turned around, letting Hermione get dresses. Once he had thought she had finished, he turned around slowly, just to make sure she still wasn't nude. "You can stay in this room for the night." Ron said, embracing Hermione in a tight hug. Once he let her go, he held her shoulders so he could look her in the eye. Her regular, gleaming eyes were now filled with exhaustion, anger, and sorrow."I am so sorry this has happened to you." He said, giving her another hug. He, once again, let her go. Next she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. Ron snapped his fingers, and the light turned off. He then turned to leave, but Hermione called him back, " Ron, " she said. He jerked around,

"Yeah?"

" Thanks."

" Anytime." He said. Even though it was dark, Hermione could see a Ron giving a faint smile. He then left the room without saying another word.

A/n: Sorry this chapter is so short, the next one will be longer, i promise. PLZ review! THANKS:-D