Thanks to Jo for letting me use her charaters.
The are some moments in Italics these are memories.
This chapter does have flashbacks, discriptive but not alot of detail. so please be careful might be triggering.
"Hermione why don't you go to the living room and sit with a book, I'll bring you some tea in a few." Hermione chanced a small smile at the two and walked into the living room.
She picked up her book and sat in her chair, then she looked around the room paranoia had sank in now. She tucked her knees to her chest and the pulled the oversized sweater over her legs.
Draped over her chair was the warm quilt that Mrs. Weasley made for her last Christmas, Hermione took the quilt in her hands and stroked it gently, holding a piece of love that would never fail her, the small piece of comfort she sought that would never leave her.
She wrapped that around her and tucked the quilt all around her so she was snug. Hermione smell the quilt, it smelled of the Burrow, she breathed in the familiar scent of Ron and that calmed her some. It let her feel him sitting next to her.
Christmas night when all the hustle and bustle about Christmas was over the whole family sat in the living room telling stories of past Christmases.
Hermione was sitting in her chair and Ron was playing wizarding chess with Harry. After a few hours of sitting in her chair reading her new book she got for Christmas, the one Ron got for her, Cinderella. A muggel Fairytale he must have searched for months for that book.
Hermione gathered her book and quilt in her arms and moved to the floor right next to the fireplace, she threw the quilt around her shoulders and read her book. Slowly the room started to clear, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley Went to bed and Bill went to his room, the twins went up to begin a new experiment for New Year's.
Soon it was Ginny and Harry on the couch playing a muggel card game rummy, and her and Ron sitting on the floor. Hermione locked eyes with Ron they smiled at each other.
His eyes sparkled and spoke to her, her smile faded but her eyes never left his, she opened her quilt up and he scooted underneath it. He was wrapped up safe and warm under the quilt with the girl of his dreams and her with the boy of hers. They sat like that for several more hours while Hermione read the tale of Cinderella to him. They fell asleep by the fireplace together that night, and they have never had another time like that. They both figured it was the holiday spirit that made them let down their gaurds and be close to one another.
With a heavy sigh she opened her eyes and came back to reality. She made an intense look around the room, through the windows, in the corners, and around the shadows, she settled into her chair and opened her book to a happy time of princes saving their damsels in distress.
"Arthur, What Kind of spell do you think David used? What if we can't get those bruises and cuts to go away? Oh, Arthur we have to do something before the children come home." Arthur held his wife and soothed her tears away. She breathed in and in an instant, her tears dried and she got Hermione's tea and headed for the door. As she reached the door, she turned just in the slightest to catch her husband watching her.
"Here you go Hermione dear, drink up!" Mrs. Weasley took Hermione's book and handed her, her tea. She turned to make a fire and get her own blanket before settling down on the couch closest to Hermione.
'"Mrs. Weasley… When will Ron be coming back?" She stare tensely at her tea, she was not sure when the others would be permitted to come home. She felt terrible that she was the reason they were not allowed at their house today.
"I was going to wait to send Errol till after you fell asleep, love." Mrs. Weasley smiled at Hermione "Don't you worry dear; they will be fine and so will you." She whispered to Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley looked at the window and watched the sunset in the distance as Hermione sipped her tea. The silence was eerie. The Burrow usually held the sounds of laughter and happy chatter; today you could listen to the sun dying and the moon being reborn.
Hermione pulled the quilt up to her chin and sipped on her tea hoping to warm her further, she stared at the dying embers, her mind wandering back to the night before, tears stinging her eyes. She could feel his hand in her hair, the tip of his wand at her neck; she could smell the sweat dripping off his chest, hear him panting and taste the blood in her mouth.
She heard the lock on the door click, she could smell the liquor on his breath, His breathing was deep and loud, She tasted the acid in her mouth, But when she saw his shoes was when she closed her eyes and wished she was someone else.
She tried to calm her breathing to keep her body still, maybe this once he would let her sleep. Tears formed in her eyes at his touch.
His hands were soft, not calloused like a hard working respectful man. His hand wrapped itself around her arm, as forceful as he could he turned her over her eyes opened, his eyes were cold and hard, they made her skin crawl with disgust.
It was storming that night, she concentrated on the rain drops hitting the window, and she counted every one of them. The lightning lit the features on his face, when he held his finger to his lips telling Hermione to be quiet, the look on his face was one of malice and hatred.
David truly hated her, He hated her whole being. He hated the way her mother and father doted on her, he hated how smart she was, he hated how beautiful she was, he hated how wise she was for only being 15. He hated her whole being, her whole existence. But the felling he had for Hermione were nothing compared to the feelings she had for him.
When he came into their life, she loved him; he treated her like a daughter should be treated. Once the courtship was over between her mother and him and he moved in was when she hated him.
He raised his fist and struck her on her temple, she winced and whimpered but held in the scream, that always made it worse.
She turned and looked him in the eyes, "filthy Bastard!" and she spit on him, that was the difference this time, she had called him a bastard and spit on him, that's what set him off so bad this time.
He hit her several more times her ribs, her face. She let all the hate fill her, from the depths of her soul she purely loathed this man. She would not give him the satisfaction of hurting her; she kept her face contorted with anger.
He tore at her clothes and stole her innocence again, that's when the anger was replaced with fear and tears. He hit her one more time hard in the ribs, she could feel them buckle and break, she pleaded and cried, she protested, she kept calm, she closed her eyes, she tried everything to please him, nothing worked. She heard him mumble a spell and then she let the darkness take her.
When she woke up she looked for him when she saw no signs of him she grabbed her wand and started to get up, her head throbbed. Her whole body ached, she tried to stand up and at once her knees gave up on her.
She landed on the bed and cried she racked her brain with what to do. "Ron!! Ron will save me!!!" she thought. she closed her eyes and remebered his face and closed in on his shimmering blue eyes and apperated to his house, she landed hard and cried and whimpered. The darkness took her into its depths of comfort.
Hermione began to shake and let the tears flow, Molly put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "MOLLY! COME QUICK!" Mr. Weasley screamed from the kitchen. Hermione jumped off the chair, her teacup shattering on the floor, watching the kitchen door with the utmost attention, waiting for something terrible to happen, she was waiting for David to come through the door.
She struggled to find her wand, Molly stood in front of Hermione, waiting for what was coming. "MOLLY HURRY, SOMEONE IS COMING UP THE WALK!" Arthur sounded panicked.
The kitchen door opened and Mr. Weasley came thro running towards the two women, grabbed Hermione's hand and took her to the cupboard under the stairs, he moved many dusty boxes and opened a small door on the floor.
"Hermione stay here, don't come out till your mother comes and gets you… I mean Molly. Now hurry, do you have your wand? Good, please don't worry. We will be right back. I love you." Arthur gently led her down the stairs than he shut the tiny door and Hermione listened to their footsteps leave.
She cried, she cried for the two people she loved more than her own two parents, she never wanted to put them in this much danger.
She waited and waited, it felt like hours, in her mind the worst was happening. In her mind she envisioned David coming to take her back, in her mind she envisioned Lord Voldermont killing them both and then coming to kill her… she envisioned Ron dead, lying lifeless, staring into his dark cold eyes.
She sat there for what seemed hours waiting to hear anything, she needed to here Molly's voice. She heard the kitchen door slam and footsteps, she took a few deep breaths and tried to stop her tears, with her wand at the ready, she noticed her whole body shaking, and she could hear Mr. Weasley's voice talking to someone.
The footsteps were becoming closer and louder, she had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming.
"Shh Hermione we don't want to wake your mother" David's cold voice rang in her ears. "Please David" She heard herself plea.
Hermione heard the door to the cupboard open and she pushed herself further into the shadows, then the trap door opened, she could not see anything except for the light at the tip on someone's wand.
She felt his hand cover her mouth, she felt his breath against her neck.
"Hermione? Come on sweetheart, everything is fine. Come on out." She felt someone's hand on hers, and with terror running thro her veins she forgot all about her wand, she just started to hit anything and everything in her reach.
She punched kicked and scratched and screamed, "NO, LEAVE, GET OUT OF HERE, PLEASE, DON'T IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" She felt him grab her as she continued to scream he grabbed her arms and was shaking her, screaming at her, he picked her up and handed her to someone.
The person she was handed to had her arms in a death grip, her wand was taken away, she felt his arms let go of hers and engulf her, he held her as tight as he could, she was trying to fight him, she was screaming, he was trying to calm her.
"Hermione, Hermione! It's ok, calm down. It's me, It's Bill. I am not going to hurt you I promise. Shh, you're ok, I am here, and no one is going to hurt you ever again." Hermione felt his tears land on her cheek, she felt his heartbeat rapidly. He was scared, she wondered why. she wrapped her arms around him she grasped at his shirt, desperate to never let him go.
"Bill!" she sobbed.
"Bill!! Where's Ron? Is he ok?" She looked feverorishly around the room thinking he was hiding or late. But when Bill didn't answer her she sobbed harder, she knew he was not here.
I have realized that in the first 4 chapters there is not alot of detail and I am a very detail person...usually so once I figure out how to edit chapters adn reupload them I will so be on the look out for that.
I am still looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested or has any recomendations please let me know. Thank you soooo much for taking the time out of your day to read this story.
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