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He had gone, he had finally gone. It was unbelievable, she had told him to go, she had made him leave her life forever. She was free from his tormenting, controlling ways, she was free from his abusive hands; he would never be allowed to strike her down again. He would replace her with another, someone with fewer brains and more beauty, someone who would accept his anger, someone that he will most likely murder with his fists of fury.

With her towel still wrapped firmly around her, she left the bathroom and walked around her home as a single woman. She walked around her lounge, in her kitchen, through her bedroom and into her closets feeling no pang of loss as she saw his items scattered around the rooms. No sense of urgency to beg for him back; no need to plead for his forgiveness. He was almost gone from her life, once his stuff was gone, so was he.

Walking back to her bedroom, she let her towel drop to the floor and pretended not to see the bruises scattered on her ribs as she found her underwear and gingerly put it on. Grabbing her favourite pair of faded jeans and singlet top she too carefully donned these, not bothering to conceal the dark bruises on her pale skin and took another, longer tour of her home, not missing his presence, yet finding her home oddly quiet as though it longed for the soul of another to keep it satisfied.

Ignoring this feeling, she continued through to the kitchen and started to search through the cupboards, not looking for anything in particular, she just wanted to see what was kept in her house. Before Ron, she used to love cooking, she used to spend hours in the kitchen, cooking, baking, stewing; making the yummiest food that many had ever tasted. On her hands and knees, she pulled out almost every pot and pan until she was surrounded by mountains of stainless steel cooking materials when the doorbell rang.

Her head flew up; her hair fell around her face haphazardly as her widened eyes darted around the room. This was it, he was here to leave; this was the last time he was ever going to walk in this house again. He was going to walk in and get his stuff and then walk out; he couldn't touch her, he couldn't hurt her. Slowly getting up and navigating her way through the mess she made, the ringing of the bell became more frequent and she could hear yells from outside as he bellowed at her to answer the door.

Breathing deeply and determinately, she walked to the front door with deliberation, careful to show no emotion as she neared the door and Ron's persistent banging.
"HERMIONE YOU FUCKING SLUT, LET ME IN YOU WHORE!" she could hear him yelling as his fists thumped on the door, reminding her of her times with him as he stood over her laying his fury into her. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her mind, she opened the door and was met by his fist flying into her face, "I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR FIVE MINUTES AGO YOU STUPID WHORE! WERE YOU TOO BUSY FUCKING ANOTHER TO HEAR THE DOORBELL?? HOW MUCH IS THIS ONE PAYING YOU, OR ARE YOU DOING THIS ONE FOR FREE??"

Clutching at her face, Hermione could already feel the tears falling down her face, when she heard another voice from beyond the doorway, "Fuck Ron, what did you do?" it was Harry, her other childhood best-friend who apparently had come to help Ron move, "Ron, what have you done?"

"I've done nothing Harry; now move out of the fucking way whore. Not all of us have all day." Ron snarled as he looked down at Hermione as she scrambled out of his way, fearfully watching his every move until he stalked out of the room.

"Hermione, what has happened?" Harry mumbled as he walked closer to her and touched her arms, but quickly retracted his touch when she jumped at his touch. "Did Ron do this to you?" he asked expecting her to say no, but looked at her strangely when she silently nodded her head and played with the ring Ron gave her. "What do you mean he did this to you?" he sharply asked, as he took her hand in his and squeezed in assumingly, "You mean he did this on accident?"

She could feel Harry touching her hands and his voice reached her ears, but she could not feel a thing. He had come back and done it again, he had not done what she expected, he had hurt her; he didn't care. She could hear him upstairs rifling through their things, separating his from hers, cursing her and yelling at Harry to help him. Shaking her head at Harry's last question, she was caught in his embrace as he muttered his condolences, as he asked for her forgiveness at his naivety. Closing her eyes, she let herself be held, she let her friend say sorry, until he came back into the room.

"What couldn't wait for me to get out of the house whore? Do you miss me that much you have to do it while I'm still around?" he spat at her as he watched her and held out his hand, "I want that ring on your finger. I believe its mine."

Carelessly pulling the engagement ring off her finger, she tossed it at him hoping it would hit him in the head, but no such luck. Rebounding off his chest, the ring fell with a clung on the wooden floor, landing at Harry's feet.

Not bothering to pick up the ring at his feet, Harry looked his best-friend in the eye and asked him, "Why did you do it Ron? Hermione told me what happened, so don't bother denying it," before magically dumping Ron's belongings on the lawn. Looking at his friends murderous face he continued, "Get out and don't come back Ron, Hermione doesn't need you."

Snarling at his two now-former friends, Ron stalked out of the house, following his belongings before screaming, "YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE HERMIONE! YOU ONLY EVER GOT WHAT YOU DESERVED. NOTHING MORE AND NOTHING LESS; YOU DESERVED EVERY LAST PUCNH, EVERY LAST KICK. I HOPE YOU FUCKING ROT IN HELL BITCH! YOUR'E JUST A FUCKING SLUT AND WILL NEVER BE ANY DIFFERENT. YOU DON'T DESERVE THE DIRT BENEATH MY SHOES, YOU'RE A FUCKING FILTHY MUDBLOOD, AND THAT'S ALL YOU WILL EVER BE!!!"

As the door slammed shut behind Ron, Harry looked at Hermione and spotted the tears in her eyes and whispered, "Don't worry Hermione, its all going to be all right. The truth is now out."

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