When Hermione woke the next morning, she could still feel a soreness between her legs where Lockhart had violated her the previous day. Every time she remembered what happened an overwhelming feeling of guilt would come over her. Even though it was Lockhart who had forced her to have sex with him, somehow she still orgasmed, and not only once but twice. Hermione had showered when she got home yesterday, but decided to shower again. The shower made her feel a little better. She could just tell Ron what had happened, and figure out how to deal with Lockhart from there.

Hermione took a look at herself in the mirror as she stepped out of the shower, completely naked, her wet hair fell straight to her shoulders. Her reflection seemed the same, it still showed a slender 20 year-old woman, with the same firm breasts and smooth skin, as beautiful as she was the day she married Ron, yet somehow Hermione felt dirtied, changed. Hermione wanted to cry but all of sudden there was a knocking at the door. She put on a towel and hurried to answer.

It was a mailman with a package. The mailman gaped at Hermione as she took the package, his gaze at the cleft between her breasts. Hermione flushed, mumbled thanks and promptly closed the door. Almost every guy she met thought she was attractive, but she had always guarded against their advances. Now she had answered the door half naked, without even thinking. Somehow, the mailman's reaction made her think of what had happened yesterday again, and now here was a package. Hermione ripped it open anxiously.

It was a cell phone, and a note. Hermione's heart sank when she saw the signature. It was Lockhart.

"Hermione, meet me on Monday in front of XXX Hotel at 10:00, or Ron will see the video on this phone," read Hermione. How could Lockhart have gotten a video? Hermione hand shook as she turned on the phone. When the phone turned on it played a recording of herself and Lockhart from yesterday. Hermione saw the way she had been raped by Lockhart yesterday, but from the video it didn't look that way at all. The video had been edited to show cuts of what had happened. Hermione saw herself with her panties were still her hip, her shirt draped around her, Lockhart's hand was on her back, Lockhart's cock moving in and out of her pussy, her breasts in front of Lockhart's face, her nipples hard. The sound had been magnified, she could hear her own gasping breaths. Her back was arched, her hands pushing on Lockhart's chest. She saw her own face contort, and then she heard herself moan.

Hermione couldn't watch anymore and shut the phone off. She felt tears streaming down her face as she got ready to meet Ron.

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"Hermione!"

Hermione met Ron at the portkey location, wearing a simple light yellow dress. Ron looked tired from his trip, but happy. A million feelings ran through Hermione. One part of her dreaded this meeting, but another part had been yearning for Ron to come back. One part of her wanted to tell Ron everything that happened, but another part was too afraid to reveal anything.

Somehow, Hermione's indecision kept her from saying anything at all, instead she forced a smile and went to hug Ron. She lost herself in Ron's familiar smell, and the warmth of his chest, wanting to forget the nightmare of yesterday.

"Hermione!…", exclaimed Ron, surprised by Hermione's sudden action. "What's wrong? Miss me too much?" Ron grinned.

Hermione could hear Ron's joking and happy tone, but somehow Hermione wanted to cry all over again. Something in Hermione's face must have caught Ron's attention, because Ron suddenly turned serious and said softly, "What's wrong Hermione? Are you all right?"

Hermione shook her head, burying her face in Ron's chest, saying, "I'm fine. I'm just glad your back."

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The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. Ron's brother George was expanding business rapidly, and Ron was continually having to shore up managing George's new ventures. Other than some letters being sent back and forth, Ron and Hermione enjoyed a quiet Sunday morning, later going to eat dinner out at their favorite restaurant. When they got back they were both a little drunk, but Ron immediately began to kiss and undress Hermione.

Hermione pulled her dress off and Ron and Hermione fell into bed, but all of sudden Hermione remembered what had happened a couple days earlier. She looked up at Ron, wanting to tell him, but Ron was busy taking off his clothes. How could I tell him, thought Hermione.

Hermione suddenly turned over so that she was on top, softly murmuring to Ron, "Let me be on top tonight."

Ron looked surprised, but also pleased.

Hermione took her hand, leaned back and slowly guided Ron inside her, grinding her hips against Ron's cock. She placed her hands on Ron's chest, so she could look down at him. She started to slide up and down, then slowly but surely, she increased her pace, until it was almost as if she was thrusting against Ron. When Ron came, he called Hermione's name. Hermione rolled off, feeling Ron's seed in her, just as Lockhart's had been just a few days ago. Ron was already drifting off to sleep, but Hermione lay against him, thinking. For Ron, I'd do anything.

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