Hermione was exhausted after her small reunion with the Weasleys and her friend Harry potter.

After bidding everyone goodnight she was led into Ginny's room by the redheaded girl herself.

Ginny grabbed a white tank top and a pair of pink pajama bottoms and magically expanded them before handing them over to Hermione.

Hermione quickly went into the bathroom to change and brush her teeth.

She placed her toothbrush on the sink when she was finished and washed her face.

After a minute, she shut the water off, turned around to grab the hand towel from rack behind her. She turned back to face the mirror above the sink and gasped at what she saw.

She had dark bruises from Scabiors rough hold on her neck.

Raising a hand to her neck, she flinched in pain when as soon as her fingertips touched the sore flesh.

She would have been able to heal if Scabior had only given her wand back to her before he let her go. Then she wouldn't have to go and ask Ginny to heal the bruises he'd left on her neck.

"Did he do this to you Mione?!" Ginny asked her.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that obvious Ginny! Who else could have done it. I've been living with that arsehole of a man for an entire month with no other human being around!" Hermione flung her arms in the air with exasperation.

Ginny rolled her eyes at her friends' dramatic antics and went on to heal the bruises on her neck.

"There, good as new." Ginny smiled proudly at her successful healing spell.

Hermione touched her neck, not feeling the soreness anymore, she smiled gratefully at Ginny and thanked her.

"Thanks again Gin but now," Hermione paused to yawn and stretch, "I think it is way overdue for me to get some rest.

Hermione turned to go lay on the extra bed near Ginny's window when she heard a loud gasp come from the redheaded girl. She turned around quickly, wondering why her friend gasped in shock.

Ginny was staring at her with pity, her expression was distraught.

"That symbol on your back! It's a–" Ginny's words fell short.

Hermione didn't need to turn around because she already knew that the redhead was referring to the stag that Scabior had etched into the skin of her right shoulder blade with his wand.

She had forgotten that it was there until Ginny mentioned it. Hermione remembered when he had sat her down on a stool and magically tied her up with an invisible force. He had taken off the shirt he had given her, leaving her with no top or bra on. She had questioned his motives but each question was answered with a hard pinch to her sensitive nipples. When Hermione had stopped asking him about what he was doing, he began the bond between them pricking both of their fingers until blood oozed out of the skin. He licked the blood off of her finger and forced her to suck the blood off of his finger as well.

He moved behind her, forming the proper wand movements and muttering the incantation. Hermione began to feel light headed throughout all of this and her world fell into darkness when she felt the tip of Scabiors wand burning into her skin as he drew the stag.

When Hermione awoke the next morning her mouth was dry and her shoulder was sore. Her entire body felt as though it was buzzing.

Hermione rose from the bed she assumed Scabior placed her in and walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room to glance at the damage done.

As soon as her eyes landed on the mark Hermione nearly freaked out. She wished to every deity she knew of that it wasn't what she thought it was, and that it was just a simple tattoo.

However it wasn't just some stupid tattoo he decided to place on her, it was also a sacred bond used in the ancient wizarding world to ensure that an arranged marriage would be successful.

Hermione could remember how she almost pummeled Scabior when he walked into the room to check on her.

She'd been pissed for weeks. She still was but her rage had subsided slightly when she realized there was nothing she could do about the bond.

"Yeah, Scabior unwillingly placed me into a marriage bond with him," Hermione shrugged unbothered.

Ginny's mouth fell open in disbelief.

"And you're okay with that Mione?"

Hermione turned to face Ginny and shrugged. "What can I do about it Ginny?! It is impossible to get rid of this kind of bond."

Ginny wouldn't take that as an answer.

"Why can't you just run away from him Mione? Run away and just hide in the muggle world and disguise yourself."

Hermione mulled over the idea. It wasn't a terrible suggestion but there were both pros and cons to it.

"Even if I did go into hiding and disguised myself, I still have a baby on the way. There is no way I would be able to support him or her the way he or she deserves while I'm in hiding. Anyway, Scabior will be able to find me anywhere I go because it's all a part of this stupid bond," Hermione finished speaking flinging her arms into the air in frustration from both Ginny and the thought of Scabior.

"But—," Hermione cut Ginny off from speaking.

"Enough!" Hermione snapped. "I don't want to talk about the bond or Scabior anymore okay Gin?"

Ginny sighed and clenched her teeth but nodded her head in compliance of her friends'.

"Fine, goodnight," Ginny said stiffly before going to bed.

"Goodnight," Hermione said to her red-headed friend before finding her way into her own bed.

Hermione sighed contently as her baby found a comfortable place in her womb to rest allowing her to get some sleep of her own. She didn't have to worry about Scabior and the constant mood swings he was seemingly always in. She didn't have to worry about his threats or even his abuse. Knowing that Scabior wouldn't be a problem for a while, Hermione fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

It was a little past 11 pm and Hermione found that she couldn't fall asleep.

The baby was really moving around that night not allowing Hermione to find a comfortable spot to rest. Usually when this happens she would stay up and read a book. As to not wake her roommate, Ginny Weasley, she would head down to the living room where she was alone and the only sounds were from the muggle dishwasher Mr. Weasley had insisted on having in the kitchen.

As Hermione sat down on the couch to read, she realized that the past few weeks had been very peaceful. She didn't have much to complain about these days.

At six months along, she was long overdue to see a healer. She made the appointment and went the day before to see if her baby boy was healthy or not and had been elated to find out the he was perfectly healthy. That was one thing about Scabior. Despite being a rude, dominating bastard, he always made sure that she was well-fed and taken care of.

Hermione tried not to groan as he flitted through her mind. He was doing it on purpose, using the bond to check up on her making sure she and the baby was healthy. Like she told Ginny, with the marriage bond Scabior performed he could locate her, feel her emotions, and sometimes can get into her head and read her thoughts. Something she learned how to put a stop to immediately, almost like occlumency.

However, that didn't stop the niggling feeling the bond gave her when he was trying to sense her presence.

Hermione could do it too. She just didn't want to have to hear his disgusting thoughts or have anything to do with him in general.

BAM!

A door slamming shut and furious whispers from the hallway cut Hermione's train of thought and caused her to set the book she was attempting to read down beside her then stood up. Slowly, she edged closer to the opening of the living room and peaked around the archway. Standing in the middle of the hallway stood Ronald Weasley and Lavender Brown whispering heatedly to one another.

Lavender was trying to explain something to him but Ron cut her off, he was glaring at her.

Hermione could see Ron speaking but could hardly hear him, however she could tell that it angered the blonde girl.

"How could you even say that, Ron! I am not a slut no matter what everyone else says! This baby—"

Ron covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence.

"Are you bloody mad! My family is upstairs sleeping you know!"

Lavenders face slowly turned red in anger.

"I don't give a bloody fuck who I wake up Ronald! They might as well listen to what I have to say because there will be another Weasley running around in less than 8 months!" Lavenders shouts resounded though out the entire hallway and was sure to wake up the sleeping Weasleys upstairs.

Hermione couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped her lips after hearing that piece of news. Lavender was pregnant with Ron's baby? It wasn't completely a surprise but still, Hermione was a bit shocked

The creaking coming from the stairs caused the two arguing expecting parents and Hermione to stop and turn their attentions to the staircase.

There stood Molly and Arthur Weasley looking down at their son, Lavender and Hermione, who could be seen from the top of the staircase.

"What in the world is going on down here?" Mrs. Weasley said while walking down the stairs with Mr. Weasley in tow.

Ron looked at his parents, his jaw ticked and his shoulders tensed. "Mum, Lavender here was just leaving," He told them while grasping Lavenders arm and started to pull her away.

"Let me go!" Lavender struggled against him, trying to get out of his grasp.

More creaking could be heard as the rest of the Weasleys and Harry came downstairs to watch the scene unfold.

Mrs. Weasley looked shocked as she watched one of her children mishandle a young lady.

"Ronald Weasley! Let her go at once! I never raised any of my children to treat people especially ladies the way you are right now," Mrs. Weasleys face shined bright red with anger and she furiously shouted at her youngest son to let go of the crying young woman.

Ron unwillingly let go of Lavender at the tone of his mother's voice only to slapped by the young woman.

Lavender squared her shoulders and glared up at the father of her child. "I thought I would come over here to let you know that you are going to be a father but I can see now that I have made a huge mistake. You don't have to worry about me any longer Ronald Weasley, I can take care of this child all on my own you just watch!"

"Ch-Child?! You're having a Weasley?" Mrs. Weasley stuttered out.

Lavender placed a hand on her still flat belly and nodded.

"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley rushed over to Lavender and bombarded her with one of her warm hugs. She pulled away and held lavenders face in her hands laughing jovially before hugging her again.

After another minute Mrs. Weasley let go of Lavender.

"I'll make us some hot cocoa and snacks. We can discuss wedding plans as we drink," Mrs. Weasley grabbed the stunned blondes hand pulling the girl into the kitchen with her.

Ron was wide-eyed with his mouth opened, staring at the door the two women just went into.

Mr. Weasley laughed at his sons' shock, placed his hand on his youngest sons' shoulder," Ah! I suppose you better prepare yourself my dear boy. Knowing your mother, you will be a married man within the next 2 months."

Mr. Weasley laughed even louder at his sons' situation as he walked into the kitchen to get himself a hot cup of cocoa. When the door to the kitchen swung closed was when Ronald Weasley promptly dropped to the floor and passed out from the shock.

Hermione walked out of her 'hiding spot' and simply watched as the Weasley laid sprawled on the floor, knocked out cold. She shoved him lightly with her foot a few times but he didn't budge. His chest was moving so she knew he was still breathing.

She took a deep breath and turned to Harry and Ginny.

"So, hot cocoa?" She asked them before moving into the kitchen without their answer.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other before looking down at Ron. Harry walked down the remaining stairs and levitated his friend onto the couch opposite from where Hermione had been seated earlier and placed a blanket over him.

Harry sighed and looked over at his girlfriend who was already watching him.

"Hot cocoa?" He asked her.

Ginny smiled," Definitely."

They both walked out of the living room, leaving behind a snoring Ron, before joining Hermione, Lavender, and the Weasleys in the kitchen.

I seriously hope you guys forgive me for not posting when I said I would. I had a bit of writers block and I didn't have time to edit and post until..well, now. Anyway, My trip to Dublin and London was freaking aweome. I did like Dublin a little more than London simply because it had this charm to it also the countryside was so beautiful. London was great too. The clubs I went to in London were lit and so were the people. Irish and British people are part of my funniest nationalities list.

I am not sure when I will post again. It might be a while because I am swamped with HW. Hell! I barely got to edit and post this chapter. In fact I have some school work that I should be doing right now(a test, outline, and 50 question homework is all due tomorrow). Thanks for reading and please fave and review.

-Dani