AN: Trigger warning! Scene includes SA.
October 23, 1999
"Damn it, 'Mione! If you would just shut your bloody mouth and do as you're told, then I wouldn't have to do this!" Once again, Hermione found herself huddled by their kitchen cabinets, attempting to make herself as small of a target as possible.
"Please! Ron, I'm sorry, please, please don't do this! Ron, please!" But, once again, her pleas fell on deaf ears. This time, however, he would not come back crying. This time, he left her, and her burnt breakfast on the stove, and didn't come home until late that evening, belligerently drunk.
Hermione had long packed up the shopping and the dinner, her day oddly bereft without the blonde haired man or his letters that she had come to view as a friend, and welcome distraction.
She had just settled back into the couch with a book and a cup of tea when Ron threw the door open. "Ron, where have you been? It's been hours since dinner." She cut herself off when she noticed how unsteady on his feet he was. "Ron? Ron, are you drunk?"
She stood, slowly lowering her mug and book to the coffee table as he leered at her. "Well, 'Mione. Figured you'd probably burnt it again, just like that little stunt you pulled this morning." He slammed the door shut, before he started taking off his shirt. "C'mere 'Mione."
She froze, not quite believing what was happening, as he forced his lips onto hers. She pulled back briefly, "Ron…" He cut her off with a smack before pulling her hair down, forcing her down onto her knees.
"Open up, bitch," he sneered as he quickly unfastened his jeans, dropping them and his boxers to his ankles. She summoned what little Gryffindor courage she had left and shook her head, mouth sealed shut. He growled before he yanked on her hair again, seizing the quick gasp she let out to force his cock down her throat, making her gag. "And you better not bite me, you little slut."
Tears welled up in her eyes as Hermione finally realized what was happening, what was about to happen. She let out a muffled gag, attempting to push off from his thighs, but he quickly grabbed his wand and bound her hands behind her back, before resuming his ruthless attack against her mouth.
Ron pulled his cock out of her mouth briefly to smack Hermione across the face again, before shoving it back in, hand fisted in her hair. "That's right, you little whore. Take my filthy cock in your throat. You don't give me satisfaction any other way, so I might as well just take it from you."
Up until that point, Hermione had refused to sleep with Ron in several weeks, as a bold fuck you to his abuse. Clearly, however, his patience had worn thin. She let out another muffled gag, along with a deep, throaty whine, but she was powerless to fight against him and his assault.
Suddenly, she sucked a breath in as Ron ceased his grip on her hair and his assault on her throat. Before she knew it, however, he hoisted her up by her waist and threw her face down onto the couch. She tried to drop back down to her knees, but he gripped her thighs apart, ripping her shorts off her body, and settled into the crevice between her legs.
"Ron, please don't do this," she begged, muffled from the couch cushion, but she knew it was no hope. All she could do was stifle her tears as he plunged his cock into her pussy. No, no, no. Her body betrayed her as Ron's cock pushed up against her g-spot again, and again, and again, until, finally…
Ron came with a roar, perfectly timed with Hermione's own climax, filling her up with his seed. "Wasn't too bad, eh, 'Mione?" He chucked darkly, releasing her from her bindings, and dropped her, limp, onto the couch. "Not too bad at all."
Hermione heard Ron's steps fade towards the bedroom, not daring to move in case he decided that round two was in order. She flinched as the bedroom door slammed shut behind him and then, she collapsed into herself, sobbing uncontrollably.
