Disclaimer: All people (except for Greg, Destiny, Sara, Dill, Tara, Phil, Eric, Kristin, Clara, Anthony, and Peter)places, and things belong to JK. I only have the plot.
George Weasley had once said that Christmas was for family. True to his word, George trudged up the path to his home with his two children snuggled against his chest, hiding from the cold. Setting the twins, Sara and Dill (short for Dylan) softly on the snow covered ground; he threw a snowball at his wife, Angelina.
"George Weasley!" she yelled in surprise as she wiped the snow of her already wet jacket. "I thought we had ended the snowball fight hours ago!" of course Angelina was true. That afternoon, the first snow fall of the season had blazed its way into their city. Though in some parts of the city, the snow was a horrible blizzard, for George Weasley and his family it was the perfect time for some fun family time.
So George bundled the twins up in large jackets, despite the fact the twins were quite young for an all-afternoon snowball fight and they made there way to the empty lot at the end of their neighborhood. Fred Weasley had the same idea apparently, for when George arrived at the lot he already saw that Fred, his wife, Katie, and their twins, Phillip (Phil for short) and Tara, were already there.
Hours later the two Weasley families made their way home in the late hours of Christmas Eve night. And now a new snowball fight was initiated. Despite the fact that it was Christmas Eve and they were all two were tired, cold, and wet, George, Angelina, Fred, and Katie fought late into the night, their kids sleeping soundlessly were they set them.
Other Weasley's also believed that Christmas was for families. Bill Weasley watched as his three children, Clara, Anthony, and Peter, and his wife, Fleur, as they all sang, rather off key, Christmas carols and trimmed the Christmas tree. Though Bill usually trimmed the Christmas tree earlier than Christmas Eve, it was a tradition in Fleur's family to trim the tree then. After making apple cider, another one of Fleur's traditions, he walked to the tree and joined in with there off key singing.
Miles away, Charlie Weasley and his wife Kristin enjoyed a quiet, yet family-oriented, Christmas Eve as the explained to their only son, Eric, why Kristin's stomach had grown so large. (Eric thought Kristin had eaten too many Christmas cookies). Or the not so quiet euphoric activity that both Percy Weasley and his wife, Penelope, so happily participated in and that proved that nine months later there would be a new addition to their family.
Even Arthur and Molly Weasley celebrated Christmas Eve with one of their children, which was a difficult task for them. Ginny Weasley played Wizards Chess with her father as her mother read one of a book besides them. The Weasleys all had nice family Christmas Eves, except for Ronald Weasley's broken family.
Ron paced up and down the hallway with one solitary thought running through his head. He though maybe if he kept thinking the particular though, he would not feel sorry for his wife. Ron's only son was now lying in a hospital and the daughter he never knew was sleeping behind the door he was pacing in front of.
Hermione Weasley (a/n: if two people are separated, yet not divorced do you still call the girl by his last name? And is are they still called husband and wife?) lay in her large bed. The TV was on and blaring but Hermione had stared at the ceiling. It was the first time in three years she was alone in her house. Her thoughts drifted back to that fateful day three years ago…
"So what are you doing tonight cause you know Jeffrey's going to my parents" Ron said, slouching lazily at the dining room table, smiling suggestively at Hermione.
Hermione smiled at him before hitting him in the stomach. "Is that all you think of?" she gathered the scattered papers on the table and tried to get them in one stack.
"Hey it's you who said you wanted another baby. Speaking of babies, where's Jeffrey?" Ron asked as he wolfed down one of his waffles.
"Here I am! I'm ready for Gramma and Granpa's house!" Jeffery exclaimed. He ran into the dining room in Chudley Cannon boxers, rubber boats, a cape made out of the hall rug and a Martin the Mad muggle tank top.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled, scandalized, "Make him change!"
"Kids just be creative. Anyway, I don't have time. Cannons practice." Ron explained, throwing his broomstick over his shoulder. He walked over to Hermione and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "So tonight?"
"Love to but I have a business dinner." Hermione replied, stuffing the papers into her briefcase.
"Yeah? With who?" Ron asked, swinging Jeffrey over his other shoulder.
"Greg," Hermione replied shortly, "gotto go bye!" Ron's broomstick clattered to the ground.
"No you don't!" he grabbed Hermione and made her look at him. "Greg? Isn't that the guy who hits on you."
"Oh Ron." Hermione said, trying to break free, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. Don't you trust me?"
"Don't do that Hermione. You know I trust you. Its him I don't trust."
"Listen Ron, I really have to go. I love you." Hermione replied, grabbing her suitcase from the table.
"I love you too."
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Hermione set her suitcase down on the booth of the dingy little bar. "Lets make this quick. Jeffrey's away and I'll finally get some alone time with Ron." She said hastily as Greg slid in next to her.
"Your husband? You're still stringing him along?" Greg asked menacingly.
"I love my husband very much. I don't how ever, love you. Anyway, let's get down to business." For the rest of the evening Hermione did try to talk business but it was hard to stay on track when she had to hit Greg's hands away from her every two minutes
After her short trip to the bathroom, Hermione came back to their booth, sat on the opposite side of Greg and took a sip of her drink. Something was different. Her drink tasted… odd. Not bad, but different than what coffee tastes like. She took another sip and found that this unidentified taste was familiar. She took more sips, just to find out what this foreign taste, but as she drank more and more she found that she liked it more and more.
"Like it?" Greg asked as she downed the rest of her mug in one gulp. "Want me to get you another one?" Hermione nodded eagerly. After that, Hermione's vision was a bit blurred. She remembered ordering more and more of these "coffees" and she remembered thick, sausage, like fingers running over her stomach. The last thing she remembered was a hand tugging her eagerly up a staircase.
Hermione woke up the next morning with a horrible headache. She raised a hand to her forehead and was surprised to find a thick, course, wool material pressed against her skin. Lifting her hand for her forehead, she looked at her hand and then the rest of her body to find that she was wearing a crudely sewn brown robe. On further investigation, she found that she was lying with her head propped against the toilet of Jeffrey's bathroom. "That explains the searing pain in my back." She thought wryly as she pulled an action figure from under her back. "But why am I lying by the t-" Hermione's thoughts were caught of as her stomach gave a horrible lurch. Quickly she sat up and opened the seat of the toilet.
Jeffrey, who had been awakened by Hermione's retching, ran to get his father.
"Mione?" Ron called as he walked down the hallway to Jeffrey's bathroom. Hermione winced at his question; why did he have to be so loud? Ron showed up in the doorway with Jeffrey following behind him. He walked across the bathroom and held her hair back as she emptied her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Ron when she was done. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wet it and then gave it to Hermione.
"Thanks." Hermione muttered as she wiped her mouth. "I must have caught something last night. They always have told me to bring my own glasses at the Hogs Head." She said feebly.
"You can't go to work today then." Ron announced as he helped her to her feet. Hermione didn't protest, even when he carried her to her room. "Wow, you must have it really bad. Usually you wouldn't let me carry you." He set her onthe bed. Then he looked down at her. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"Wedding gift from Lavender." Hermione lied. She had no idea where it was from, but it smelled horrible like alcohol mixed with some awful cologne.
"Figures." Ron said with a chuckle. Despite his wife's sickness, he leaned down to kiss her. He pulled away, "Bye sweetheart. I've got to go. Jeffrey's got a play date soon."
"No stay." Hermione whispered, untying the belt that held her robe together. She shouldn't be doing this; she had a hangover for God's sake! But she wanted this really bad. "Why now?" she thought. "I can shag my husband anytime I want. Why now?"
Ron smiled at her. "I'll bring Jeffrey to his play date and then I'll come back and we can do this ok?"
Hermione nodded and Ron left the room. Hermione waited till he was gone to perform the Hangover Spell. Instantly her headache was one and so was her stomachache. She lay back down on the bed and tried to sleep as she waited for Ron to return. But something irked her, "Why was I drunk. All I drank last night was coffee. Oh my God! The coffee! Greg must have spiked it! No wonder it tasted funny!" she stood up, planning to curse Greg into smithereens when Ron aparted into the room. She smiled as she felt the ugly robe slip off her shoulders.
It was a few hours later when Hermione was awaken by the sound of her husband pulling his clothes on. She opened her eyes and saw him pulling a red robe over his head.
"Sorry. I tried to be quiet. I have Cannons practice and I didn't want to wake you." He said when he saw that she was awake.
"Its ok." Hermione said, feeling perfectly happy even though she her coffee had been spiked and she woke up in a robe that she now recognized as smelling like Greg. "I love you." She whispered. Tears began to seep out of her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, lying down by his wife.
"You're so unbelievably amazing." Hermione cried as she flung herself on top of him. Ron gaped in surprise. " You stayed here with me even though I knew you had lunch plans with the team. You tried not to wake me when you got dressed. You even held my hair back while I threw up. I love you, never forget that."
Ron wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Though he would love to repeat what happened a few hours ago, he knew he had practice in a few minutes. So, quite grumpily, he pulled away from. "I love you too, but I've got to go."
"OK" Hermione said. She watched as he apparated out of their flat and to Quidditch practice and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Little did she know that that waas all about to change.
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Hermione had forgot all about the whole Greg spiking her coffee thing. She was eating a sandwitch when it suddenly flooded back into her mind when Greg aparated into her flat.
"Why did you?" she started, but she was interupted as Greg handed heer a paper bag.
"You left this last night." he replied civily. Greg being nice? Then he winked and disapparated.
Hermione opened the bag and let its contents fall to the floor. In a small pile on the floor lay the clothes she had worn the previous night and an envelope. She picked up her shirt. It was torn.
"Hey! I liked this shirt!" she thought. THen she slapped her forehead. Thinking about clothes at a time like this? She next picked up the envelope and opened. Inside was a thin DVD. Hermione popped it into the DVD player she had begged Ron to get, but now she wished she hadn't.
A video was playing on the screen, but Hermione was trying not to watch it. She heard her own pleas. After thirty horrible minutes, Hermione felt her sandwhich coming up and she barely made it to the bathroom in time. She threw-up for the second time that day, only this time it was for a different reason. After she had emptied her gut, she got into the shower. She furisously scrubbed at her body, trying to wash away the filth she felt. She scrubbed so hard it hurt. Greg had touched and kissed her in places that only Ron could touch and kiss. Greg had raped her.
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The pregnancy test was positive. She was pregnant. "Why aren't I more happy though? I've been wanting another child for almost a year now. Maybe its the fact that I've been harboring a secret for the past three weeks." It was true. Hermione hadn't told Ron about being raped because she felt like it was her fault. If she hadn't gone to dinner, just like Ron suggested. If she hadn't let herself get drunk this wouldn't have happened. She was pregnant... and she didn't know who the father was. There was no way of knowing who it was for atleast a few months and by that time, she would definitly be showing.
If she told Ron she was pregnant, he would want to come with her to the meeting and there would be no way for her to ask the Healers to find out who the father was without him hearing.
If she took a risk and waited till the baby was born to see who the father was, then it could be Greg's child and if she told Ron she had been raped, he would be mad at her for not telling her sooner.
If she told him now that Greg had raped her, then he would be mad at her for not telling him right away. Or atleast Hermione thought that. So she did the only thing she thought was rational. She left...
Three years later and Hermione still hated herself for making that desicion. Of course the baby had been Ron's and of course he would have still loved her if she had told him about being raped. She began to sib as the TV program switched to a commercial. She still loved Ron more than anything, but there was no way she could ever be with him again. She cried so loud she didn't hear the door open. Then from all the crying she had done that day, she fell fast asleep. She slept so soundly she didn't hear that somebody was walking down the hall. She didn't hear as somebody entered her room.
A/N: As one of my reviewers pointed out, Harry hasn't been in this story. There is a good reason why and it was supposed to be in this chapter but it was way too long without that.But he will be in the next chapter. Sorry about the cliffie, it seems I do that in many chapters, but next chapter won't be as bad of a cliffhanger! R&R please! I love reviews!
P.S. If anyone would like to be my beta, I would greatly appreciated that! Think of the benifets, getting to read the chapter before anyone else! OK, bye now!