His breath was warm, yet his touch cold on her skin; he meant nothing to her. Years ago they had been the perfect couple, the best of friends but that seemed to all change. In a heartbeat her feelings for him deteriated; he was just there.

It seemed to take forever to drag herself up those stairs and into their room, but she had made it; a token of her strength. She could barely breathe and as she lay on the bed they shared, her bruised and battered body was bathed in the moonlight pouring through the open window. There was blood on the sheets beside her, but that seemed unimportant until he walked in.

"You fucking filthy slut! Why the fuck did you get your filthy blood on the fucking sheet?" Ron bellowed when he saw the pool of blood near her body, not caring that it was he who made the cuts which bled.

"I didn't mean too Ron," Hermione whimpered through her cracked lips as he drew closer to her. "I swear I didn't mean to dirty the sheet."

"Your just a fucking slut! Admit it you filthy whore!" Ron yelled in her face as he leant over her naked body, "Admit it!"

Tears forming in her eyes, Hermione obeyed, "I'm a whore," preying her would get no closer; that he would turn around and leave.

"Again," he demanded, his face now so close to hers, "You know exactly what you are bitch."

"I'm a fucking filthy whore Ron," Hermione whispered before his lips roughly crashed down on hers. His tongue forced her sore lips open and filled her mouth with his vile taste.

"As I thought, whore" Ron stated before lifting his hand to strike her. "No fucking fiancé of mine is a fucking whore! You fucking slut! You don't fucking deserve me! You don't fucking deserve anything! Fucking whores need to go to fucking hell! So you, you fucking whore, you will pay."

Just as before, he sent his hand crashing into her already bruised body. With every blow, the damage deepened and sobs were soon tearing through her body. His fists kept flying and her tears, now silent kept falling.

"You fucking whore! Fuck you! Fuck! Whore! Fuck!" Ron raged between strikes, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You're such a fucking whore, bitch!" he yelled and as she looked up at him, he screamed his frustration, "Stop fucking staring at me you fucking whore! No one fucking cares! No one likes you! You're no one! You mean nothing! To the world, you don't exist! No one gives a fuck about you!"

With that he left her, his final words ringing in her head. She could barely move; she could barely breathe. Her body still stung where his fists had struck; the bruises from yesterday still tender. If they were to X-Ray her body now, they would find her ribs shattered, and her arms fractured. Her eyes were bruised and bloodshot from crying, her lips swollen and covered in her own blood. Her chest was covered in purple bruises and her arms swathed in cuts.

"Blood" she whispered as she licked her cracked lips, "I got blood on the sheets. I have to get it off."

Nearly passing out from the pain, she slowly moved herself off the bed. "Blood. Must get the blood off the sheets," she muttered to herself as she weakly attempted to take off the blood stained sheets. "Pain. Hurts. Must move blood —" she mumbled before passing out on the bedroom floor.

When she woke, alone, hours later she found the bed still unmade and her body aching from the beating. Blood still covered the sheets; the moon was still shining through the open window. Nothing had changed and she couldn't help but thing that perhaps her life did mean nothing.

Hello...I hope you all liked this new chapter...this is kinda a new thing for me writing this kinda story...if you've read my others you'll see why, but yea if you like humours, I just posted a new one called Commando Voldie...its another one of my crazy crack fics like Voldiegoldies gone mad...hehe so anyways please leave me a review...I happened to notice that I had over 100 reads on that first chapter and 3 reviews...yes 3 REVIEWS! omg please review this time guys!

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Queen of the Scoubies