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Warning: Unwanted and forceful thing ahead. Not suitable for young readers so please don't read further.

Author's Note: Hello to all my fellow potterheads! Thank you for reading, following and putting it on your favorites. Someone even put it in a community. Thank you so much! So the reason I'm writing this story is because I was re-reading all HP books and a thought came to me during the Epilogue. 'I want to write something about Rose and Scorpius' because it's like there will be something between them but of course I am big fan of Dramione too and I just can't ignore them. Thank you to mega700201 and mione-draco123 for reviewing, saying that I had a great start so I hope I can make this more interesting as we go on. And to someone who reviewed anonymously, of course I know Astoria's not prejudiced but I need someone to become bad for the story and I think Ron isn't a successful Quidditch player but an Auror and he used to help George in his joke shop. So enough of me and enjoy reading! xoxo :)

CHAPTER TWO

In Shambles

Draco thought that when he decided to marry Astoria, he would forget the feeling of strong affection, which he tried to deny for a long time, for a certain witch he just saw and talked to at Diagon Alley. He eventually acknowledged the truth, when he couldn't fight it any longer, and fell hopelessly in love to a Mudblood after that morning she slapped him hard at that half-giant's class. He wasn't a masochist, not at all, but he admired her bravery and her fiery attitude. Since then, he started weighing his options carefully and considered confessing during their fourth year but it always seemed improbable that she would reciprocate his feelings after making her life miserable at Hogwarts. He finally lose all of his hope and courage left when his good-for-nothing aunt tortured her mercilessly at his own home.

Draco helped himself to a glass of Firewhiskey and laughed to himself bitterly. He was sitting on a sofa across the fireplace of his study, focusing his gaze on the fire. He hadn't seen her since the war, not since he saw her holding another man's hand and not to mention that man was Potter's gormless sidekick. She even married that useless prick, he thought. That prick who didn't even kiss her goodbye before leaving when she was clearly waiting for him to do so. He snorted at the thought. He felt like a teenage boy, who constantly peek at the girls' lavatory. But, he wasn't a teenage boy anymore and he knew that he witnessed something serious. Something wrong was going on with Granger and that git she called a husband.

"Draco? Are you there?" Astoria called, squinting through the dark. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, illuminating Draco's blond hair on the couch. "I know you're in there."

"Then, why still ask?" he asked scathingly.

"Do you want to eat dinner or not? We've been waiting for you downstairs," Astoria said impatiently, clearly irritated by her husband's indifference to her.

"Eat without me," Draco answered, taking another sip of his Firewhiskey.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Tonight is Scorpius' last night with us. He'll be leaving tomorrow to Hogwarts. At least act like you care about us."

"I don't need to act, Astoria," he drawled, tired of her tirades. "I certainly care and love my son but I fear that I can't feel the same way with you."

"Eat with us! For your bloody son's sake!" she screeched, breaking her façade.

Draco sneered. "Ah. Showed your true colors so soon, love?" he mocked her. Astoria walked swiftly towards him and snatched the glass from his grip, hurtling it across the wall.

"Fuck you!"

He laughed sarcastically, rising up from the couch to meet her stance and to intimidate her with his height as he looked down at her. Luck was on his side tonight. She actually broached the subject he was anxious to talk about. Alright, he thought. He would give it to her.

"You already did! So, tell me who else, Astoria? Who else did you fuck?" he questioned furiously. He could feel his veins pulsing with anger. Of course, he knew her secret affair with one of his best friends! He was just silent about it, just biding his time. But tonight, he had enough of her games. "Is it Zabini?"

She shook her head feverishly. "What are you talking about?"

"It is Nott, isn't it?" he said through gritted teeth. He was angry at her. She made him a fool, making him believe that she was in love with him and he almost gave in. He almost loved her. He almost forgot Granger, his first love.

"I—Draco!no—I wouldn't!"

Liar. "Enough! I heard Daphne asking you if there was something wrong in our marriage that you opted for a relationship with someone else instead of fixing it! And to my best friend? To Theo? Is he good enough? Does he satisfy you in bed as I do?"

She began to cry in guilt, hoping for his forgiveness. "How long—how long did—"

"A year," he answered, cutting her off. His chest was still heaving with rage. "There's no point in crying, really. We both know that you're not sorry about it, not until now."

"We stopped seeing each other after that. Believe me, Draco. I—I love you." Astoria reached anxiously for his hand, afraid that he would push her away.

He flinched at her words, withdrawing from her touch. Love? What did she know about love? And she loved him, really? Bollocks. He looked stoically at his wife. Did he love her? Maybe, he thought. But not the same way as he loved Granger. At that thought, an image of a know-it-all witch staring closely at him at Ollivanders flickered in his mind and before he could help it, he asked Astoria, "What did you do to Granger's daughter?"

Shit.

She glared accusingly at him, wiping her tears away. "Granger? So this is all about that Mudblood after all?"

"Answer the fucking question!" he barked, his lip curling in contempt.

"I just put her daughter in her rightful place, that's all." she spat, her voice was cold as ice. "Why do you care anyway? You still fancy her, don't you?"

"If I do, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing," she sneered arrogantly. "She's married anyway and we both know that she will never love you."

Draco laughed, his face was impassive. He wouldn't deny that she touched a nerve. But no, he wouldn't allow it to end in her favor. He closed the distance between them with a single stride, leaning closer to Astoria's ear and hissed, "Well, at least, I am not whoring around."

SMACK!

Astoria slapped Draco, slowly stepping backwards as she stared at her hand. Her body was uncontrollably shaking with fear and anger, also afraid that her knees wouldn't take it and she'd collapse on the floor. "This is all that Mudblood's fault! Theo told me before the real reason why you changed was because of her! I thought it was because of me! Because I don't give a damn about muggles but I was wrong. I didn't believe it at first but you started to change towards the house-elves and then you avoid reading the Prophet when she was in the headline." She paused, breathing. "Theo and I are just friends. He was just kind enough to comfort me when I was grieving about it."

He scoffed. "What kind of comfort exactly? Unlimited sex?"

"Go to hell!" Astoria screamed, throwing off an antique vase, which she took from the table, to Draco's direction. Malfoy avoided it smoothly from hitting him and grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling her closer to him so they were face to face.

"I'm already there, Astoria. And you'll be there as well." He let go of her arm quickly like he was stung, He left the room with an aching temple and made his way downstairs to eat dinner with Scorpius while he silently nurse his tormented ego.

The autumn morning of the first of September was crisp and golden. Hermione and her family arrived at King's Cross earlier than she had expected. She was waken by her exhilarated daughter at five in the morning and was later on dragged by Rosie as they vanished between platforms nine and ten.

After lifting Rose's trunk on to the train, they decided to stand alongside the last carriage while waiting for the Potters. It was difficult to make out anybody's faces through the mist and the crowd but Hermione silently prayed that Harry wouldn't be late. As a matter of fact, he had a tendency to come very late at times.

"Tell it again, Dad!" said Hugo, tugging his father's robe.

"You heard about it a hundred times!" Ron laughed, messing his son's hair.

"But Rose didn't. Come on, Dad!"

"Alright. It was during our second year, when I and your Uncle Harry weren't able to pass the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. It was sealed off by a house-elf named, Dobby—he's dead, by the way—because he wanted to save Harry's life, which was really unnecessary. Anyway, we panicked and I came up with a brilliant idea, suggesting to Harry that we fly the car!"

"The car?" asked Rosie, completely bewildered. Hugo beamed with excitement and urged his father to continue.

"Yes, the car. Granddad Weasley enchanted it and we used it to fly to Hogwarts by following the train. It was pretty cool," he finished with a dreamy voice for effect, not mentioning the Whomping Willow and the Howler.

"And you almost got Harry and yourself expelled. Really clever." Hermione smirked, glad that they were just like the old times unlike some recent events, considering Ron's aloofness.

"But we didn't, of course. Don't listen to your Mum. She had an uptight upbringing," he whispered and the kids giggled.

"Ron, what are you telling them?" inquired Hermione exasperatedly, covering her son's ears but Hugo was already grinning mischievously. She hit Ron's arm as the three of them laughed merrily. "That's it! You will no longer tell them any absurd stories!"

"Sure," mumbled Ron and winked at Rose and Hugo.

When their laughter subsided, a group of five people emerged from the mist and Albus went to greet Rose, who was already wearing her brand new Hogwarts robe. She beamed at her cousin and practically told him, when she saw his worried face, she was just excited so she wore her school robes in advance.

"Parked all right, mate?" asked Ron, tapping Harry's shoulder. "I did, though Hermione believed that I couldn't pass a Muggle driving test. She even thought I would resort on Confunding the examiner."

"Oh, did I? You know that I had a complete faith in you, Ronald," said Hermione defensively.

"I did Confund him tho!" Ron whispered to Harry, as they lifted Albus and James' trunks on to the train. "I only forgot to look at the wing mirror. But, I can use Supersensory Charm for that, right?"

Back at the platform, Hermione and Ginny were listening intently to their kids' brisk discussion about which house they would be sorted when they finally got to Hogwarts. Most of them were hoping to be sorted to Gryffindor since their parents were in that house while Rose considered Ravenclaw for a change. On the other hand, James, who was ahead of them, made fun of Albus a lot, teasing him that he would be sorted only to Slytherin or maybe he wouldn't be sorted at all.

"James, that's enough!" Ginny reprimanded. James fell silent, sticking his tongue out to his younger brother before running away to look for his friends. Ginny shook her head. She would never understand why James was like that. But maybe, he got his mischievous trait from the people he was named after, James Potter and Sirius Black, they were a riot back then.

"What did we miss?" asked Harry as they approached the ladies and their kids.

"Kids are talking about houses."

"Better be in Gryffindor. We'll disinherit you if you're not," said Ron nonchalantly to his kids, "but no pressure."

"Ron!"

Albus and Lily laughed, but Rose and Hugo frowned. Dad wasn't serious, was he? Rose caught her mother's eyes, searching for reassurance and was quite relieved that Hermione shook her head and smiled reassuringly.

"Merlin's beard! Look who it is."

Hermione shifted her gaze and saw Draco Malfoy, who was wearing an expensive dark coat, standing a few feet away from them with his wife and son. She noted Malfoy's resemblance to his son and then realized that Rose was waving timidly to Scorpius, who waved once in return but got scolded by his mother. Feeling uncomfortable for a moment, Hermione caught Draco staring directly at her as he nodded curtly to them and turned away. She felt her body shivered and cleared her throat, hoping that no one noticed. What the hell was that?

"Huh. So that's little Scorpius," said Ron, feeling competitive all of a sudden, "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Good thing that you are a know-it-all too."

"Ron, please keep your snide comments to yourself," said Hermione sternly and whispered, "What's gotten to you, anyway?"

"Sorry," he mumbled, but unable to shut up, he added, "I saw you waving at him, Rosie and I don't know why but don't get too friendly with him, alright? Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood especially the Malfoys, understand?"

"Ronald! She's just eleven and she can be friends with anyone she likes!" Hermione screeched, dragging Rose away from her husband. When she felt that they had enough distance, she began adjusting Rose's robe. "You ready?"

Rose nodded and smiled nervously. "Just nervous, Mum. What if I'm not a Gryffindor like you and Dad?"

"I will jinx your father for telling you that," said Hermione through gritted teeth and hugged Rose tightly. "Listen, Rosie. It doesn't matter to me what House you will be sorted to so don't be nervous about it. I know that you will be great no matter what."

"Thanks, Mum. I'll not disappoint you and Dad but before the greatness and everything, you must start letting me go. Train's moving," said Rose teasingly.

Hermione laughed and let go. She then gazed at Rose's face and hurriedly kissed her cheek before Rose jumped into the carriage, followed by Albus. They both waved goodbye to their parents as the train began to move.

The train started to disappear as it rounded the corner while Rose settled comfortably at the last compartment with Albus and some first year students that she didn't know yet. She looked out of the window, thinking of her life as a student and things she would do to be the smartest witch of her age just like her mother.

The compartment's door opened with a loud thud and James came in with a smug look on his face. He sat between Rose and Albus, continuing to make fun of Albus while poking his stomach and pinching his arm.

"Want to bet your House?" said James, taking a pouch of galleons from his pocket. "I bet you're in Slytherin!"

"I will be a Gryffindor!" shouted Albus, pushing away James' hand. He glanced at Rose, who was busy re-reading A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, for help to get away from his brother. He whispered, "Rose…"

Rose rolled her eyes and irritatingly shut the book close. "James, do you mind? I am reading a book here. Stop making fun of Albus or I will owl your mother."

James rose from his seat and kicked Albus' feet before walking away from their compartment.

"Thanks," he muttered and smiled reluctantly.

"No problem. Will you be fine on your own for a second? I want to find Victoire," she asked and Albus nodded, scooting towards the window, where Rose was sitting before, to look outside.

Rose opened the door and walked slowly to look in every compartment for her cousin. She was half-way to the last compartment in the other end of the train when a door opened and she accidentally bumped into a blond boy.

"Scorpius!" exclaimed Rose.

"Rose! Goodness! Are you hurt?" he asked, worried that he might had hurt her.

"No! I'm fine, really! Stop talking like you're an adult!"

"Why do you have to point that out all the time? It's really unnecessary, Rose"

"I don't know! Uhm—good thing I ran into you tho, Scorpius, because I want to give you this." Rose held out Scorpius' freshly cleaned handkerchief, which she always carried around the time he gave it to her, from her robe. "I am hoping to talk to you after the Sorting Ceremony and dinner but here you are now! So..."

"No, just keep it," he replied, not taking the handkerchief from her hand.

"Why? Because your mother thinks that it's dirty now?" she mumbled, withdrawing her hand and stared on the floor.

"I'm sorry about Mother. I really am. Father told me that she wasn't like that before, that she was neutral. I don't know what happened tho."

"Your father looks cold but he's nice, I think," said Rose, thinking of the moment that she met Scorpius' father. She noticed the way Scorpius' body straightened, showing off his respect for his father.

"See you at the Sorting Ceremony?" he asked, smiling innocently at Rose and she smiled back.

"I will see you later, Scorpius." Rose turned away and walked back towards their compartment, completely forgetting Victoire.

"What's wrong with you?!" Hermione shrieked as soon as she finished casting Silencing Charm on their room so Hugo won't hear her sudden fit. She was fuming with anger at Ron's despicable behavior at the train station. She felt like a ticking bomb, threatening to explode any second as they traveled home and the moment she took her seat in the car, she momentarily recalled her colleagues, telling her that Ron was occasionally rude to them but she ignored it, defending him at times. 'It was just his humour,' she usually said to brush them off. Aside from that, during their stay at Hogwarts, she heard Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor's ghost, telling Ron that he had a sensitivity of a blunt axe. There was Luna too, who told Harry, who told her, that Ron could be a bit unkind sometimes. Ron was—well, how would she justify him?

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Ron callously, shrugging out of his robes and began to unbutton his brown-striped shirt.

"You know what I am talking about!"

"Well, I don't!" he spat. He raised his voice as well and tossed his shirt forcefully in the laundry basket. He looked at his wife and raised his eyebrows, urging her to talk and silently hoping that this wasn't about...that.

"At the train station," Hermione began, crossing her arms over her chest. "Telling the kids that you will disinherit them—"

Ron sighed in relief. "That was a bloody joke!"

"A bloody joke you say?" she scorned, laughing sharply. "You really have a knack on telling jokes, haven't you Ron? You and your sick jokes."

"Don't bloody patronise me, Hermione," said Ron coldly through his gritted teeth, clearly offended.

"I've told you to stop, haven't I?!" she screamed, her voice was hoarse from too much shouting. "The things you told Rosie, was that a joke too? Were you trying to turn them against each other? And what for?! To get back to Malfoy? Don't you think it's time to move on from your rivalry and not dwell in the past? We're adults for goodness' sake!"

"It's not my fault that you don't have a fucking sense of humour! You are so—" Ron shouted, stopping abruptly when he noticed that colour had drained away from Hermione's face and the pain in her eyes was apparent. Ron staggered towards her but she backed away.

"You didn't mean that."

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—hell. Please don't cry, 'Mione."

"No, don't touch me. I—I want to go out. Don't wait for me."

"Why? Who are you bloody meeting?" asked Ron with a hint of jealousy in his voice, his guilt was completely forgotten. "Krum? Wood? Am I not good enough for you because we don't fuck anymore?"

She gasped, scandalized. "Are you implying that I am a slag? All these years, I've been a faithful wife to you, Ronald Weasley! You know that! And it wasn't my fault that we don't sha—make love anymore!"

"Oh! Then it's my bloody fault again, isn't it?" he barked, laughing humorlessly. "Well, I could easily rectify that. Come on, my—oh so perfect wife. Let's have sex. Right here, right now."

"I didn't mean—ugh! You're so unbelievable!" she screamed, clearly exhausted and frustrated. "You know what? I don't want to be near you right now. I just—I want to be anywhere but here."

"You're not going to leave this house!" barked Ron darkly.

Hermione noticed the abrupt flick in her husband's eyes, which suddenly looked darker and colder, making her tremble. For a moment, she thought she couldn't recognize him because he looked savage. "Ron?"

They stared at each other for a while, both calculating the other before they finally moved. He stopped her from taking her purse on the bedside table and grabbed her arm, pulling her with a compelling force. She crashed at his broad chest and lose her balance but Ron was quick enough to catch her. He suddenly shoved her to the wall, pulling and pinning her arms over her head. Hermione fidgeted against him, gasping as he cupped her breast roughly with his free hand while he licked and nipped the side of her neck.

"Stop it, Ron!" Hermione protested, trying to comprehend their situation. Clearly, they hadn't made love for a while, well, a long time that she induced on seducing him several times but he ALWAYS declined her, saying that he was tired and other bullshits. But now, she was mad, really mad at him and she obviously wasn't in the mood for make-up sex. "I refuse to do this! Ron!"

"I am your husband. You mustn't deny me," grunted Ron while he ripped her knickers aside and threw it on the floor.

"And you can? Let me go!" she thrashed violently.

Hermione almost hit her head on the headboard when he easily threw her on their bed, ignoring her cries. Ron moved like he was in a trance, taking off the rest of her clothes while he straddled her to keep her from escaping. She tried to scream for help but her attempts had been futile because of a stupid charm she casted earlier.

"Ron, please!" she pleaded, pushing against him but he was stronger than her. He nudged her legs apart, unzipped his trousers and grabbed his erection swiftly with his steady hand. Then, he positioned the tip of his length in her tight and dry warmth, sliding up and down her slit and thrust it inside without preamble.

Hermione screamed in pain as he shoved it further, hitting her cervix. She wasn't ready, there were no foreplays and sweet-talks like it used to. It was just barbaric and the pain she felt was so intense that she almost fainted. She gathered all of her strength she could muster and pushed him away, clawing and punching him in the process as he bent down to kiss her. But Ron's reflex was fast, giving full credit to his Keeper skills and his endless training back then; he caught her hands again, pinning each on the side of her head.

"Damn it, Hermione. Stop fighting me," he hissed, burrowing his head on her neck while he harassed it with his teeth.

Hermione swore that the time became slower as he used her and it felt like an eternity. She blinked the tears away when she heard him grunting as his thrust became faster and harder for his orgasm was near. This man, who was violating her, was her bloody husband. Her compulsion to vomit was evident at the moment. She turned away from him, facing the table. If only she could reach her purse, get her wand and easily fire a jinx on Ron then she could stop this atrocity.

"Fuck!" said Ron when he reached his climax while Hermione whimpered and cried helplessly as he shuddered on top of her. She stared blankly at her husband as his breathing became steady and noticed that he wouldn't look at her. That's right. Feel some remorse, you sick git, Hermione thought, repulsed.

They stayed in that position for a while before Ron got off of her, covering her body with a blanket. He rose from the bed, walking towards the bathroom to clean himself when Hermione spoke in a quavering voice, "Why—why do you have to ruin everything?"

"I didn't know what I was doing. I swear, 'Mione," answered Ron. He sat on the edge of bed, not caring that he was still naked. He raked his fingers through his red hair. "I'm so stressed lately and then you started nagging about everything. I just… snapped."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Yes.

"No, there isn't. Hermione, I—"

"I'm tired." Hermione turned away. She heard Ron sighed and then a sound of bathroom door closing echoed in the room. She felt tears gliding down her cheeks, dampening her face as she curled up in the bed. Images of Ron and their kids, their happy faces and their laughter flooded in her mind. How come we ended up like this? She thought as exhaustion lulled her to sleep.