A/N- I know its short, but this is the second last chapter… Enjoy! Review!

Ron was in the mental ward at St. Mungos. He couldn't believe that Malfoy, of all people, had made such a fool out of him! It had seemed that he had replaced him in their group. That asshole. He couldn't do that. No, Ron wouldn't let it. He was going to get that girl, if it was the last thing he did.

He stared that the sleeping potion that the small nurse was trying to feed him. He wouldn't take it. No. No, he would never drink it! No! He wouldn't! He wouldn't! Somehow, the restraints holding him to the bed vanished, and he grinned, jumping up. He grabbed the restraint, as the witch tried to tell him to calm down, and that if he didn't, she would be forced to use magic, but Ron knocked the wand from her hand, taking the restraint, and putting it around her neck, laughing like a maniac. He held it there, until she passed out. She wasn't dead, but she wouldn't wake up in time to stop him!

Using her wand, he put a disillusionment charm over himself, and slipped out of the room. He would make that bitch love him, whether she wanted to or not.

It had been weeks since the whole Ronald incident, and Hermione was finally allowed, by her boyfriend, to at least go to the bathroom unescorted. He had been protective at first, but after Ron had escaped the mental ward, he had been ten times worse. Now she knew how Harry felt his whole life.

They were in Hogsmeade, at the Three Broomsticks. Everyone was laughing and having fun, Hermione included. She excused herself for the bathroom, though. She was washing her hands, when he came up behind her. She went for her wand, but he had already pulled it out of her pocket.

"I know you too well." He grinned, his voice sounding evil. She opened her mouth to try to calm him down, or scream, or anything, but he had already placed a silencing charm. She found herself defenseless, as he put bindings on her arms and legs with a spell. As the door was opening, a woman's foot stuck in the bathroom, followed by the eyes of a familiar redhead, but before the girl could save her, Ronald disapparated.

"Hermione!" Ginny shrieked running for the place where her brother and her best friend had just been. "Shit!"

The whole group came running, Draco, obviously, in the lead.

"What's wrong?"

"He took her. He just… I walked in as he disapparated." Ginny explained, already sobbing. Her brother, to put it plain, had obviously been traumatized during the war. He was insane, and she was terrified of what the insane Ron was capable of. Harry quickly put his arms around his girlfriend, while Draco looked around the bathroom for some sort of a clue. He wouldn't let that bastard steal his girl.

Blaise must have gone off to get Professor Dumbledore, because they were quickly back.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked. Ginny re-told what she had seen, and the old man put some spells up to check if he could trace the two missing ones. "Unfortunately, he was smart enough to make them untraceable. We will have to start looking into where the boy might have been, since you let for Hogwarts." He explained. Draco was glaring at the ground. He couldn't believe that git had gone that insane! He was going to rip him into pieces, when they found her, and then he was going to feed all the pieces to that three headed dog, Hagrid kept.

"You two replaced me with that Slytherin bugger!" He growled.

"Actually, there aren't any houses, anymore, Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes, although it earned her a dizzying slap in the face.

"Don't back talk to me, you bitch."

"I'll 'back talk' to you as much as I please, until you let me go." Hermione said. He smacked her again, so hard she almost passed out this time.

"If you think you are going to get away, you are sadly mistaken." The redhead said. His eyes were wild, and he was a mess. Hermione had no idea where they were, but she suddenly realized how insane her ex-boyfriend had become. "Until you make me an unbreakable vow to break it off with that idiot, and spend the rest of time with me…" he trailed off, leaving the rest to be imagined by Hermione.

"I will do no such thing."

"I can't believe you cheated on me, with him. He is an arsehole. You know that." He ranted. "He has called you a mudblood for years. He is probably scheming a way to get his precious Dark Lord back from the heavens."

"He loves me! And always has! He has treated me a lot better than you for a long time, Ronald!" Hermione yelled, realizing after that was not the right thing to say. He threw a punch at her so hard that she was thrown to the floor, a painful crunching noise being made, as the chair she was tied to caused her fall at an awkward angle. He threw a kick to her stomach, making her grunt, followed by another, and another. By the time he was done, he had slipped back to his old personality, one that hadn't been present for months.

"Hermione!" He said, realizing what he had done. He checked her pulse to find it there, but faint.

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