Warning! There is a sex/rape scene ahead.

Draco's POV

With the dancing and the antagonising over, Draco headed over to where Blaise and Ginny were dancing.

"I'm leaving. Before I get too drunk to go back to the O." he muttered close enough for Blaise to hear. Blaise just nodded and continued dancing as Draco walked back through the dance floor.

"Where do you think you're going, you stupid ferret?" Draco rolled his eyes at the words slung at him. You get turned into a ferret once, and no one lets you forget it. Facing his verbal attacker, Draco was once more faced with the weasel, this time with some plastic looking blonde on his arm.

"That isn't any of your business, Weasel." Draco replied coolly. Scrutinising the blonde on the weasel's arm, Draco recognised her as a one night stand he had a few weeks ago.

"Looks like you're taking my scraps too by the way. Nice to see you again Amartis." He said with a smirk. Amartis spluttered indignantly and looked away quickly.

"I'm married Malfoy, therefor I'm not taking any of your scraps." Ron said haughtily. Draco's smirk increased.

"Is that why you two went to the balcony alone before? Bet Granger doesn't know that." With that final statement Draco shrugged and stalked off to the floo chamber.

Hermione's POV

Stripping off her dress, Hermione pulled on a pair of old sweats and Ron's old quidditch jersey. Riffling through her draws, she packed an over-night bag and reached for the bed side phone. Dialling her parents, Hermione relaxed as soon as she heard her mothers' voice.

Jean Granger was surprised to hear her strong, independent daughter asking to stay the night, but told her to come around quickly to watch a movie with her.

Upon arrival at her family home, Hermione sighed. It had been a long day. Entering to find her mother snuggled up on the couch, Hermione cuddled up and together they watched a story of a woman whose partner cheats on her. Ironic, Hermione thought to herself.

Soon, the mother and daughter were fast asleep, troubled dreams haunting them both.

Ron's POV

Ron peeked inside the window. It was past midnight before he left Armatis' flat and he was drunk. By the time he arrived to the bookshop in Hogsmeade, it was 2:30am and he had decided to show Hermione who was boss in their relationship. Banging on the door, Ron called loudly for Hermione to open up and let him in and was only stopped when a figure stood from the garden bench.
"She's not here Weasel." Ron scowled. That wasn't Malfoy, was it? Ron watched as the snarky blonde made his way towards him.

"Get the fuck offa my prop…propert…hiccup...property Malfoy." Ron slurred and pushed the blonde away.

"Ginny sent me here to make sure you stay away from Granger tonight."

The words rattled around Ron's head as he processed what was said. So his sister was interfering. He would fix that.
"If she is…isn't here. Then...she musta beeeeeeee at…hiccup…her parents. I'll just...go there." Ron pulled himself up to his full height and march away the best he could. His head was starting to hurt and he wanted Hermione to pay for dancing with that slimy git. Finding his way to the Three Broomsticks, Ron grabbed another drink from the bartender and felt his head swim. Stumbling, Ron knocked into a table and muttered apologies to the couple sitting there. Finally reaching the floo, Ron shouted for the Granger Residence and immediately he fell through, waking Hermione and her mother. Looking up from the couch, Hermione saw Ron sprawled on the floor, groaning as he tried to stand.

"Hermowny, come…hiccup…come home with me." He mumbled from the floor, raising his head high enough to look in Hermione's general direction. With a loud sigh, Hermione went round to help him up to his feet and quickly took a step back.

Hermione's POV

The stench of cheap perfume clung to the man before her as he tried to take her in his arms. Screwing her nose up, she shot a regretful look at her mother, who nodded minutely.

"Come on Ronald; let's get you out of here." Hermione grabbed his arm and disapparated them to the bookshop. Leading him to the bedroom, Hermione removed his necktie and wiped the smears of pink from his neck. With tears in her eyes, Hermione knew she had to say something. This wasn't the Ron she fell in love with and married. This was a Ron that disgusted her and made her feel terrible.

"Mione, let's go…hiccup…to bed." The unmistakable lust was all Hermione saw in Ron's face as he suggested bed.

"Fine." She agreed. Maybe once things heated up, the love would come back into his face. Ron fumbled with his pants and eventually they fell in a heap on the ground, followed by his shirt. Pushing her to the bed, Ron's clumsy fingers pulled the jersey off her frame and quickly threw it away. Palming a breast in each hand, Ron's fingers crushed the soft tissue and left Hermione breathless with pain. This wasn't how they used to make love. This wasn't love at all. Hermione pulled at Ron's hands and they gradually eased up.

"Ron…stop." she whispered. He didn't acknowledge that he had heard her, if he had at all; instead he just released her breasts completely and ripped down her sweatpants and knickers. Biting her lip, Hermione closed her eyes as he thrust inside her in one single movement, the pain lancing through her at the sudden impact.

"Oh yes. So tight." The hissed words rebounded in the dark room as Ron thrust repeatedly, gradually getting rougher and rougher. The tears made a comeback as Hermione lay there, letting Ron touch the most intimate part of her. This wasn't love. This wasn't even sex. This was about control. As Ron slammed into her, Hermione drew all her courage and drifted away from her body, letting herself go numb. The tears continued to fall, eventually running out as Ron climaxed and thrust a final time, his seed coating the inside of her. Pulling out, Ron rolled over and immediately fell asleep, leaving Hermione to lay there in silence. Shakily getting up, she made her way to the adjoining bathroom to clean up and put her clothes back on. Watching from the bathroom door, Hermione gazed at her husband asleep in the bed that he never stayed in. For the first time, she didn't want him there. She wanted to be alone. Taking the spare blankets from the hall cupboard, Hermione trudged out to the lounge and curled up on the couch.

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