**DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED "M" FOR IT'S MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY TO READ THIS CHAPTER TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY. WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT ONE BUT NOT IN SUCH GRAPHIC DETAILS. IF YOU ARE 13 YEARS OLD OR YOUNGER PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. OTHERWISE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I WILL UPDATE IN THE NEXT DAY OR TWO. /DISCLAIMER**
Hermione wakes up to Ron screaming up the stairs.
"Hermione! Get up already, we're gonna be late. You know Mum hates it when we're not on time! She worries we've dropped dead!" Ron shouts.
Hermione hears him making his way up the stairs and she decides it's time to get out of bed before he starts shouting more. Just as she begins pulling her dress up Hermione is startled by Ron bursting through the door. The dress drops back to the floor and Hermione yells, "Damn it! What the hell, Ronald? Be a bit more patient…"
Ron smirks as if Hermione said something humorous. "Patient? Bloody hell, Hermione, I've been waiting all morning. You just wouldn't get your arse out of bed! So I'm done being patient."
"I'm getting ready now. I'm sorry. I overslept… I guess I was tired. Could you stop yelling at me now and help me zip up my dress?" Hermione asked as she pulled the beautiful red dress back up.
Hermione turned around and stood still as she waited for Ron to help. Ron walked over to Hermione, the floor creaking with each step though he walked lightly. Hermione's eyes closed as she felt the warmth of Ron's hands on her sides. She inhaled deeply waiting for the zipper to be done up, but instead she felt the zipper going down and her dress straps being pushed aside.
"Ronald, what are you doing?"
"Having a bit of well-deserved fun," Ron replied.
Hermione turned to face Ron, slightly annoyed. "After all that shouting you did about me waking up late? Come on, you said yourself we can't be late now knock it off and help me!"
Ron grabbed Hermione's arm, threw her back around to face the bed and whispered roughly into her ear, "We'll go when I'm ready. Now shut it and let me have my way. You kept me waiting, so I'm taking something from you as an apology."
Before Hermione could get another word out Ron shoved her into the bed. With a wave of Ron's wand Hermione was bound to the bed. As much as she struggled, there was no way for her to break free. Ron made his way on top of her and chuckled to himself. As he put a hand forcefully over her mouth, Ron leaned in close to Hermione's face and spoke, "Isn't this great? I know you hate being tied up. You always need to be in control. Not anymore though. I'm taking control and I'm not letting you get anywhere until I'm through."
Ron always had a taste for rough foreplay and sex, but his obsession with it grew when he started coming home drunk regularly. Hermione was never a fan of playing it rough, at least not in the way Ron liked it. She always ended up bruised and in pain and ultimately unsatisfied. Tears started flowing down her face as Ron smiled sadistically.
"Of course, first a little punishment… and maybe a few questions. Answer carefully, 'brightest witch of our age.'" Ron rubbed his erection against Hermione's abdomen down to her open vagina and paused for a moment before harshly thrusting his cock deep inside. Hermione let out a yelp at the sudden entrance. For the next minute Ron kept thrusting in and out of Hermione's vagina as fast and hard as he could until he moaned from the pleasure. Just as Hermione thought it was about over, Ron stops thrusting and leans in towards her face once more and whispers to her, "You really thought I was going to make it that easy? I told you I had some questions to ask. Now let's start here… why the fuck were you so late getting in the other day? Haven't I told you to come in by nine?"
"I've told you! I've been busy with work a lot lately. Sometimes I can't get back by nine! You're really not being fair. More nights than not you're usually coming in drunk at 3am…." Hermione pleads.
"Bullshit," says Ron, "I went to your office today and they said you haven't been working at least two days a week. Convenient that those are the two days you're coming in late." Ron's hand suddenly smacks against Hermione's face leaving a red mark on her left cheek.
"I… It's not what you think. I'm just helping out a friend! Please stop!
"A friend? Really? What friend would this be then?" asks Ron as he smacks another hand against her face, this time cutting her lip. "We both know bloody well that your only friends are my family and Harry. No one else has come around in a couple years now. I know you're not helping Harry, so stop lying!" With this, Ron thrusts unexpectedly into Hermione again. She lets out a cry of pain, but before she can catch her breath Ron puts his free hand around her throat. Harder and harder he thrusts, deeper and deeper he goes. Tears continue to flow down Hermione's face as Ron quickly pulls out his cock and bursts in ecstasy as he releases his load across her chest.
Ron takes a quick breath then jumps back into his clothes and unties Hermione. Slowly, she sits up as she rubs her wrists trying to comfort them. Before long Ron tosses her the red dress and helps her put it on. Ron rushes back down the stairs and prepares to travel by Floo powder. Hermione applies some make up to cover the marks on her face and pulls her hair up into a beautiful knot. She notices some extra bruises on her neck. Typically Ron isn't so rough as to choke her, but for some reason he got really into it this time. As she headed downstairs to the fireplace, Hermione tried to devise a couple excuses for why she had so many bruises since people were sure to ask.
"Ready?" Ron asked. "You know we're really late now. Mum is probably freaking out."
"Yes, Ronald. It's sure to be a fun time," Hermione says as she grabs the flowers from the mantel for Fred's memorial.
They step into the fireplace one at a time, Ron going first as usual and shout, "The Burrow!" There was a quick flash of light as the flames burst into the air and then they were gone.