Hermione opened the door to her shared chambers with Severus with a curious look on her face. It was rare someone knocked on their door, especially so early in the morning in the middle of summer. School had been out for several days.
The last of the children packed away to their homes for the months that stretched before them.
Severus had gone to collect potions ingredients, she was nearing the end of her year long apprenticeship and soon she would need to brew her most complicated potion. If all went well she would send off her potion to a select board of potioneers who would then decide if her work was advanced enough to move into the next stage of becoming a Mistress of Potions.
It was very stressful business, mastering an art such as potions.
Ron was in front of her, eyes locked on her face and she stumbled when he shoved past her into her chambers, her eyes narrowed.
Something was wrong with him, he wasn't acting right.
"You're gonna' hea' me out this time 'Mione. I- ma, not leaving 'til you do." He swayed a bit where he stood and she narrowed her eyes on him.
He was drunk. Very, very, very incredibly drunk.
"Ronald, what exactly do you think you're doing?" She crossed her arms across her chest, the door still open behind her, she had every intention of throwing him out.
"Shu'up, just shu'up and listen to me for a bloody mi-n-ut." He demanded, his hands snatching her by the upper arms and flinging her to the side. The door slammed shut and she glared at him from her place against her sofa, the place where Severus would hover over her when he found her reading.
These were her chambers, he had no right to storm in, drunk or not.
"Ronald, if Severus catches you here…" He slammed his clammy hand down over her mouth and she cocked an eyebrow, incredibly annoyed now. She moved to summon her wand but the spell left his drunk mouth before she could stop him.
"Incarcer-ous." It was a wonder it was intelligible enough to work and that he hadn't simply blown her up, but no, she fell, completely bound, onto her sofa and he glared down at her.
"Now you're gonna' liss-en, you got no choice. Don' talk o-r i-ll haveta gag you." He narrowed his eyes on her and she rolled her own amber eyes. Annoyed more than anything.
He knelt into the floor and lay his head against her chest and she cringed. She'd been with Severus, cool, composed, controlled Severus for almost a year, she wasn't accustomed to sweaty palms and emotional outbursts that were not her own anymore.
She was incredibly uncomfortable too. She knew Ron wouldn't do anything to her, just needed to get whatever was going on off his chest.
Still, she felt for him if he didn't hurry up and get out, before Severus came back.
She couldn't guarantee her friend would survive this transgression.
"'Mione," he cooed and she tensed, she'd always hated the nickname. It annoyed her. "I'm so sorry I broke up with you while you were hurting. I-m so st-u-pid. I sho-uld ha-ave hehl-pud you." He drooled a bit on her chest and she wrinkled her nose. Gods, drunks were disgusting.
"Ron, it's too late. Let me go." She breathed out, her eyes locked on the top of his redhead. This was ridiculous, and she was forgiving him for it already.
Why? Why did she forgive him this?
"Shhh- ssshhhh…" He slurred, his hand coming up over her mouth and nose, nearly blocking her from breathing. She flailed a bit, trying to knock his hand loose, he'd suffocate her on accident if he wasn't careful.
"Ahhhwwwwww stoopppit." He glared and his hand shifted enough for her to suck a deep breath through her nose, his fingers smelled like firewhiskey. He must have started spilling it after so many drinks.
Hermione groaned.
She was actually starting to wish Severus would hurry up. Who cared what he did to Ron? Look what Ron was doing to her!
But then, she did care didn't she? Would always care what happened to him and Harry.
Still, she was trying so hard to live her own life.
She fought the urge to bite down on his hand.
"I- hu- I – luh-huff ew 'Mi." He admitted, his lips seeking her skin, finding it and sucking at it gently. She screeched under his hand and flailed, trying to make him see what he was doing. She was not a willing participant and he needed to realize it. Before his drunk brain made him think it was okay to go too far.
She was suddenly all too aware of how dangerous her situation really was.
Even if it was Ron, he was too drunk, this was not good.
"Shhhhuhhhh." He grunted again, his lips finding the skin of her chest and drooling-sucking at it, she felt sick.
Finally, she bit down on his hand and his eyes went wide as he pulled his hand away.
"Wu-ut wa-s tha' fer?" He groaned, looking mad, he glanced around, as if he didn't realize where he was.
Gods he was even further gone than she thought.
"Ron, you need to stop touching me. I'm with Severus." She insisted, wiggling her legs and trying to pull herself up right, she wouldn't be at such a disadvantage if she was up.
She was suddenly very frustrated with herself for not learning more wandless magic.
Accio would bring her wand to her, but it wouldn't help her with her hands bound flat to her sides.
"No-oh, no-h yer nawt! Yew- you- ju-st thi-hink yew -er." He groaned and she sighed, her head falling back.
This was absolutely ridiculous, she wondered where Harry was, he was supposed to be keeping up with his best pal.
But Hermione knew, he was with his husband, having fun.
Ron's lips suddenly fell on hers and she screeched, her body flailed all over the sofa trying to get away but his hand simply came down on a breast and held her down.
Her face was getting hot, she was so angry, so incredibly angry.
She bit down on his lip but he only hummed at that and kissed her harder, she had started to cry. Her face hot, tears streamed into her ears.
She was screeching into his lips now, trying to blow into his mouth to make him stop, nothing was working, and he was holding her face and she was flailing and she was so frustrated.
So stupid.
She was never opening the door again.
His blood was in her mouth she'd bit his lip so hard and when he pulled back to look into her eyes he seemed clearer, more cognizant. At least, for a half a second.
"Mmm, see-ee I sai-yud yew luf-fed me st-e-ell." He grumbled and his mouth descended on hers again. She swung back, tried to headbutt him. His grabby hands came down to caress a breast and she made a low pitched agitated noise.
Severus stepped out of the fireplace and it was the most blessed moment of her life. She cried loud into Ron's mouth and the muffled scream brought his eyes right to her. Black eyes raged as Ron pulled back again to caress her cheek. Didn't even realize Severus was there. She sighed.
He'd been drugged, she knew it now, even drunk Ron wasn't quite such a dunce.
"Severus! Don't kill him! He's drugged." His face was still contorted with rage as he stunned the redhead and watched him fall to the floor. He cast the counter-charm for the bind Hermione was in and she leapt over Ron into his arms.
Her face was streaked with tears as she buried it into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She cried, over and over and he pulled her back, held his her face in slender fingers, ingredients forgotten on the floor.
"Merlin witch, it isn't your fault." He wasn't enraged anymore, his face was soft, his eyes searching hers and she cried, and cried, and cried.
Severus clutched her to him, his heart pulsing in his chest. He wanted to destroy the redhead, absolutely and entirely wipe him from the face of the world.
He wouldn't though, for her.
Drugged or not, the redhead had touched his witch.
He would never trust the boy alone with her again.
Severus brought his face back, tried to kiss her but she fell to the floor, fell away from him.
"No! No, don't kiss me!" She cried, her face buried in her hands.
"Sev, Severus, don't, just, oh gods." She sobbed and he growled low in his chest. He'd planned to send for Minerva but he knew, knew in this specific situation it was Potter who was needed.
He turned, strode to the fireplace and immediately floo called the boy who lived, who was luckily in his living room, his husband on top of him.
"Sorry to interrupt Potter but we have a situation here." He grunted into the room and Harry broke away from Draco, stared at the green flames.
He could hear Hermione's sobs in the background and his blood ran cold.
"I'll be there in a moment."