Three days passed without incident. Harry finally realized that, yes, it was possible to break off a relationship after four months. Soon Ginny could be seen staring off into space with a pained look in her eyes, or she would be glaring at me. Sometimes she stopped the first action to proceed with the second. I didn't really care, as long as she stayed away from me and my boys.

My boys.

The term in itself spoke volumes about the turmoil that was happening in my own head. Neither were aware of it, though Draco probably noticed something was off.

I was making my round lost in thought when I smelled something foul. "Oh...that's a Weasley." I murmured to myself. "They have no reason to be up this late." I turned the corner and Ron was waiting for someone.

"You should be in your dorm, Ron." I sighed.

"Why have you been avoiding me, Hermione?" Ron pouted at me.

"I just can't be around you anymore. I've changed."

"I'd say. You're spending all your time with Malfoy. It isn't healthy."

"He's changed too."

"I doubt it." Ron looked at me considering. "I don't know what's going on with you, but the only thing that Malfoy is rumored to be good for is sex, and I'm pretty sure that if you were after that, you'd go for a more suitable partner."

"Like who, you?" I smirked, trying to hide my laugh.

"Hey, I'm not bad in bed." Ron smirked back at me. How disconcerting. "In fact, I've been told I could rival Malfoy."

"Strange. Because the only girl I've heard of ever sleeping with you was Lavender, and she made her distaste well known throughout the dorm." Ron went red, he was angry now. I guess I got his attention. "Plus, I'm not after sex. Not right now, I'm not interested in it. He's an interesting person. We have a lot in common, more so than you and I do."

"I could change your mind you know." Ron took a step closer to me.

"I doubt that very much Ron. You need to get back to your quarters. Being an eighth year doesn't give you the right to be out without special permission."

"And how do you know I don't have permission?"

I pointed at the badge on my chest. "You don't have one of these." I said simply. Ron narrowed his eyes and took another step closer. I took a step back reflexively.

"I don't like that you're hanging around Malfoy and treating Ginny like dirt."

"I'm treating her how she treats me. I am polite to her until she treats me differently, and then I give her the same treatment Ron. And who I hang out with is my choice not yours."

"You know, everyone believed we would end up together." Ron was continuing to step closer to me, and I felt the wall against my back. This could get bad, I grasped my wand. "We could be you know. I've waited, but I'm not sure you quite understand."

Ron reached his hand out and grabbed a lock of my hair and twirled it around his fingers. As I was slowly lifting my wand, his hand stroked down my arm, grasping my wand hand firmly, tightening his grasp on the pressure points there. I dropped my wand in a gasp of pain, and he stomped down on it, breaking it into thirds. I felt like crying.

"Ron what are you doing?" I whispered, fearfully. I don't have the strength to fight him off in this position. I berated myself for backing into the wall, rather than running for it, stunning him immediately.

He leaned down, his lips near mine, his finger brushing against my cheek. "I'm showing you that I'm better than him." He forced his lips onto mine, and at that moment, I did cry. I let tears fall down my face in agony, not quite accepting that who I considered my best friend as a child was attempting to force himself on me. It was surreal, it was painful, and it was a horrible reality that I didn't' want to face. I squirmed, and he waved his wand. My legs and arms were stuck to the wall, and I couldn't get free.

"Now you won't get away. Until the spell is removed, only I can move you." Ron trailed his hands down my side as he went back to kissing me. I tried to bite him, but he bit me first. "Now now, I don't like it to be rough, no biting." He slowly lifted my skirt as he placed another spell on me, this one silencing me from crying out. I felt my knickers tear as he pulled them roughly down my legs, and heard his zipper and I gulped. 'This can't be happening,' I thought desperately. But my thoughts were ripped away from me roughly as he forced entrance and I screamed in silence. He didn't wait for me to get used to the invasion, seeking his own release, and my mind shut down reality. My merciful mind swept me away to my fantasy world where it was Draco's tender touches making this beautiful for me. But I couldn't escape the reality that it was Ron who was doing this.

It didn't feel like it was much longer before my mind caught up, and I was still hanging against the wall, no Ron in sight. No one in sight. I tried my voice, still silenced. I stared down at my wand, a pool of blood dripping down my legs and staining the precious, reliable wood in red. And I drifted into oblivion with tears trailing down my face, uncontained. I didn't hear the gasp of horror, I didn't feel the arms pulling me away from the wall as the spell was removed, and I didn't see the beautiful face that came to protect me, and wrap me in his loving arms to be taken to the hospital wing. All I knew was that in my dreams, Harry and Draco were both holding me tightly, promising retribution, and protection. Even if was a little too late.