Hermione Granger:
I.
Walking into another day of court, my mind began to drift elsewhere.
The way his lips felt against mine, the way he held me. All of which rendered into a contentment that seem to be always absent. I wasn't even aware of the judge's voice hailing to me and calling out my name… twice.
"Mrs. Weasley." Said a voice.
"Mrs. Hermione Weasley." I hear again. I snap out of my train of thought, quickly looking up at the judge, I answer
"Yes?"
"Please give us your full personal account of the incident that occurred on August 9th, 2013 at 1:45am." I quickly nodded, "Yes, your honor." Taking in a great inhale, I began to explain what had happened between the defendant and I.
"Ron came home drunk around 1:45 in the afternoon. He was slurring his words and was walking with a limp. I was in the kitchen when I asked him what was wrong. In response, he slapped me in the face, resulting in me falling to the ground. He tried to," I swallowed my breath and continued, "force himself onto me."
"Objection!" Shouts a voice from the defendant's side. "My client never forced themselves on the plant-"
"Silence!" the judge exclaimed, looking at me to continue.
"There was a cabinet next to me, full of household chemicals, and I admit to using one of the bottles, but only for self-defense. In return, I was kicked in the abdominal area. After that I heard the door slam around 2:00, and that was when I quickly dialed for the officers. The police arrived at 2:07, and I filed the police report." I explained.
She nodded to me," You may step down."
I walked back to my seat beside my attorney, noticing Ron's snickering face behind the witness stand.
"Do you, Ronald Weasley have another perspective on the matter of the date in question?"
Smirking at me, he answers,"Yes your honor." My could find my jaw clench.
"In fact, I do." He says in a suspicious confidence. "Relevant to this event, your Honour. The plaintiff and I began an argument around the time this alleged assault took place. Hermione here, wanted to file for divorce because of another man." My mouth slight drops.
"And who may this lad be, Mr. Wesley." Judge Pembroke questioned ducking her head and peeping from above her glasses.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, your Honour. Former Death Eater."
"You see, your honor. Draco and Hermione were together during the course of our relationship. They didn't want the story of one of the golden trio and a death eater being together to spread, so Hermione married me. To cover her tracks." He continues.
"Do you have any proof of this alleged affair?"
"Yes, on October 14, 2013… yesterday they were both seen entering the same apartment. Not even this morning, they were seen walking out together around 8:30am. I have witnesses that can testify to that."
"As you may have known, Mr. Weasley. From past incidents, witness is very unreliable, therefore your argument will be overridden." Ron throws his himself forward against the desk with a groan.
"You may step Down." She advised.
Ron jumps down for the stand, tearing my inner organs with a single stare of animosity and I glared back with repulsion.
"Court will resume within a two days time. We request Malfoy to testify under oath of Wizengamot."
II.
Walking outside the courthouse, flashes of light bombards me. Shouts of my name filled the once quiet street of London. The voice became louder and drew in much closer and I can make sense out of every single voice that shouters.
"Ron! Over here!" Yells one. I rushed forward towards the car to avoid Ron who I assumed was close. I felt a tug at my purse.
"Out of all people." Says Ron, with pinkish face close to mines, and he says, "him?"
The journalist and shutterbugs swarmed around us. "Really? Are you a bloody idiot, you know it's just one of his plans." He sneers. I started pulling away from him, but his trip tighten.
"You little bitch."He mutters to me.
"Let me go, Ron." He pulls me pushed my back and I fall into the car. He leans in, with his arm over the top edge of the door cheesy Volvo, and whispers, "I cant wait for everything you had coming- hit you." Still laying back in the passenger seat of my car, he spits and slams the door. As he began to walk off into another distance, my muscles loosen.
Breathe, I tell myself. Breath.
I fixed my my posture and sat straight in front of the steering wheel. Even during a time of complete chaos, I can still hear Draco telling me everything will be alright.
I thrusted my keys into the ignition lock cylinder. Stepping on the breaks, I pushed the transmission into drive and drove off. Away from the crowd and away from the voice. As far as I can set myself from the injustice of reality.