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Chapter 33

Ron was seated at the foot of his bed. Arms crossed, head down, the shade of his face was as red as his hair. He was angry—no, furious. Who the hell did Hermione meet over in Italy? Who was the asshole? Who did the bloody hell did he think he was, stealing away what was his?

He had everything planned out in his head for the both of them. When he would win her back, he would never allow her to leave him. They were to get married and have lots of kids. He would become a famous quidditch player and she would stay at home, and be a housewife.

Everything had been planned out. Of course, there were a few bumps in the road that he could easily be fixed. He was a great catch he kept on telling himself. He was handsome, cute, smart, athletic, the complete package. A lot of girls had crushes on him, and perhaps more, so why not Hermione?

"Ron?" Hermione called as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "Look, we need to talk."

"Damn right!" he said as he stood up. "You'd better tell me you're joking 'Mione. Everything you said downstairs was a joke right?"

Hermione frowned. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's over?" she said calmly.

"Give us another chance," he pleaded. "I can prove to you that we're right together."

"Ron, I really am involved someone. It's a serious relationship. There is no us."

Ron felt his temper rising all the more. He marched towards Hermione, grasped her roughly by her upper arms. He pushed her roughly, her back hitting the wall.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. Yes, Ron did have a temper, but for the first time, he was getting physical. Her back hurt slightly as it made contact with the wall. Her arms hurt as she felt him squeeze her tightly.

"Who is he?" he demanded. "Is he some stupid muggle?"

"Wizard," Hermione managed to say. She was still very surprised by his actions, and it was starting to scare her.

"What the fuck has he got that I don't? Money? Money isn't everything. And who are you coming in wearing all this designer shit? You were never like this."

"You don't know me!" she said back at him. She herself was getting angry.

"Did you sleep with him?" Ron asked. He wanted to sleep with Hermione before, but she wouldn't let him. He tried to bed her a few times, but she always had excuses like she had to study or had to do prefect duties.

"Let me go!" she said as she tried to push him off. He was stronger than her.

"Did you fuck him?!" he asked louder.

"Yes!" shouted, pushing him away with all her might.

Ron, outraged by her answer, threw her on the ground, and stood above her. "You fucking whore! You were never a whore, and you become a whore over summer. Coming in rich and whatever not as well." He shook his head at disgust.

Hermione's mouth gaped open. "How dare you!" she said as she got back on her feet. "Don't you dare talk to me that way!"

Suddenly, the door opened. In stepped Tonks. She stared at them both. "What is all the shouting and bickering about? And what fell?" she asked as she looked around the room. There was no evidence of objects being thrown around the room.

Everyone else could hear Hermione and Ron shouting at one another, but their dialogue couldn't be heard. When they all heard a loud thud hit the ground, Tonks had come running up the stairs.

"Nothing!" Ron said as he walked past her, heading back downstairs. He made a promise to himself, and would do anything to get Hermione back and make her his.

"You okay Hermione?" Tonks asked as she watched Hermione rub her tricep area a few times with her hands. She walked towards her and lifted one sleeve. A clear handprint formed along Hermione's skin, making her gasp.

"I'm fine Tonks," Hermione told her as she stepped away and sat on the bed. She sighed and shook her head. "He didn't hit me."

Tonks knew clearly what had happened. Hermione may have not been slapped or punched, but was handled roughly. "It was you that hit the floor because of him. He has no right to man handle you like that. It isn't right to treat a woman that way."

"Nothing's broken. My bones are intact."

"Hermione-"

"No one has to know. We all know how Ron is."

"He crossed the line."

"He'll get over it," Hermione said as she started to feel nauseous.

Tonks shook her head. Hermione was too nice at times. She was hurt, but she could see Hermione somehow defending Ron, refusing to hurt him further. It was just wrong. "He was getting physical. It may be the first time, but how sure are you that it'll be the last?"

"I can defend myself from him."

"He's obsessed with you. It isn't safe, especially if he finds out who you are. We never know how he'll react or what he'll do."

"That's why I never planned on telling him. He's too immature." Hermione paused and tried to swallow back the vile that rose up from the back of her throat. "I think I'm going to puke," she murmured as she stood up and walked to the bathroom quickly.

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Hermione splashed some water on her face, right after she gargled with some mouthwash. She took a few deep breaths and looked at the mirror. She saw Tonks standing behind her, with a very worried look on her face.

"Still throwing up?" Tonks asked.

Hermione nodded. "On and off past few days," she said in a croaky voice. "It's all the stress, like it was before. Just a small stomach flu."

Tonks had a feeling that it was something else. "Has Severus been giving you potions?"

"They haven't helped much."

"Hermione…" Tonks started as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "It may not be my business, but have you considered the possibility that you're pregnant?"

Pregnant? Hermione frowned. The possibility hadn't crossed her mind a single time. She and her husband have been sexually active. Then it finally hit her. She gasped and placed her hands to cover her mouth. "Oh my God," she said softly as she turned to face Tonks. "We never used a contraceptive of any sort."

"Then you might be pregnant. You'll have to find out soon enough if you are because some of the potions that you are taking now might have an effect on the baby, if you are pregnant."

"I-I don't know," Hermione said with some nervousness.

"Would you want me to perform the charm to see if you're pregnant?"

Hermione thought about it for a few seconds before nodding.

Reaching into her back pocket, Tonks pulled out her wand. She placed the tip of her wand against Hermione's abdomen, and muttered the pregnancy charm. Within seconds, the tip of her wand emitted a white light.

Hermione, who was leaning against the sink and watched the tip of Tonks's wand. The white light then faded into a blue light. She hitched her breath and knew what it had meant.

"Congratulations!" Tonks smiled. "Looks like you are pregnant with a boy."

All Hermione could do was nod. Tears of joy started to fill her eyes, and flowed down her face. She was pregnant! The feeling of giddiness went through her. "I don't know how to tell Severus. I know I have to have an heir at a certain point, but we never really talked about it."

"I'm sure he'll be shocked and ecstatic at the same time," Tonks said as she placed an arm around Hermione's shoulders. "I'll keep my lips sealed and let the both of you tell the news to others when you are ready."

"Thanks," Hermione said softly as she dabbed a tissue on her cheeks.

"Ready to go down?" Tonks asked. "Remus and I will try and keep Ron far away from you."

"Okay," Hermione nodded. She couldn't care less about Ron. She was happy again, anger forgotten.

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AN – Bash, bash, bash you Ron! Now Hermione knows she's pregnant. Review!