Hermione stormed into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, her heart racing with anger. The bell above the door chimed loudly as she entered, but the sound was drowned out by the furious pounding in her ears. Her eyes scanned the shop, locking onto Ron standing behind the counter, oblivious to the storm about to hit him.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted, her voice sharp as a curse. Every head in the shop turned toward her, but she didn't care. She marched straight toward him, fists clenched, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Ron looked up, startled by the intensity of her entrance. "Hermione? What the hell—?"
"Don't you dare," she interrupted, jabbing a finger at him. "Don't you dare act like you don't know why I'm here. I've figured out what you did, Ron. I've figured out the real purpose of that potion."
Ron's face turned from confusion to a guarded mask, but he remained silent.
Hermione didn't stop. "It wasn't just a love potion, was it? You weren't just trying to make me fall in love with you again," she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "It was designed to increase my fertility! It was supposed to cancel out any contraception I was using, wasn't it?"
Ron's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. He took a step back, but Hermione advanced on him, her voice rising with every word. "You weren't just trying to control me emotionally—you were trying to trap me, Ron! You were trying to get me pregnant, so I'd have no choice but to stay with you!"
Ron's mouth opened, but no words came out.
"You thought that if you could just force me into a corner, if you could make me carry your child, then I'd have no choice but to marry you. Was that your plan? To take away my right to choose? To force me into a life I didn't want?" Hermione was shouting now, her voice thick with anger and betrayal.
George, who had been standing near the counter, finally stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait… what? Fertility? What are you talking about?"
Hermione turned to him, her voice shaky but firm. "He drugged me with the betrothal brew. It rendered any contraception I was using useless and increased my fertility. He was trying to trap me by getting me pregnant."
George stared at his brother, his expression shifting from confusion to horror. "Ron… please tell me she's wrong."
Ron's face twitched, his hands balling into fists as he glared at the ground. "I—" he started, but his voice faltered. He looked up, defiant, but there was guilt in his eyes. "I just wanted to fix things with Hermione. She wasn't listening. She didn't understand—"
"Understand?!" Hermione shrieked. "You took away my autonomy, my rights over my own body, and you think that's something I just need to 'understand'? You forced me into motherhood without my consent! How could you?"
Ron's face flushed with anger now, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You weren't supposed to find out! I just wanted us to be together again! You're the one who left me!"
"Because you've turned into someone I don't even recognize!" Hermione fired back. "You've become a selfish, manipulative coward. You don't even see how wrong this is, do you?
Ron shook his head, his voice rising defensively. "I just wanted a family, Hermione! I wanted us to have what we were supposed to have!"
"You don't get to decide that for me!" Hermione's voice cracked, her hands trembling as she pointed her wand at him. "I'm done with this. I'm done with you. I'm going to the Ministry, Ron. You've broken so many laws, and violated so many of my rights. You're going to prison for this."
In between the chaos Harry had stepped into the shop without any of them noticing. He had arrived just in time to hear Hermione's declaration, and his wand was already in hand.
"Hermione's right," Harry said, his voice low and firm as he walked closer. "You've gone too far, Ron. What you did—it's criminal. You're under arrest."
Ron's head snapped toward Harry, disbelief flashing across his face. "You're arresting me?" he snarled. "For what? For trying to fix things?"
"For using an illegal potion, Ron," Harry said coldly. "For breaching her rights. You don't just get to play God with someone's life like that."
Ron's eyes narrowed, his anger turning into something more venomous. "You think anyone's going to believe you?" he spat. "You think the press won't tear you apart? You're standing by her—standing by Malfoy.
Harry's jaw clenched. "This isn't about Draco, Ron. This is about you. You're the one who crossed the line. You did this to yourself."
"No," Ron sneered, stepping forward. "I'll go to the press, and I'll make sure everyone knows. I'll tell them you're under Malfoy's spell—that he's brainwashed the both of you. You wait and see. People will believe me. They'll turn on you, on her, and on that baby of hers. They'll hate her for it."
Hermione gasped, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach as tears filled in her eyes. "How dare you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "How dare you use my child against me."
Ron laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and hollow. "You think you're better than me? Do you think you can just get rid of me? If you have me arrested, Hermione, I'll make your baby's life hell. I'll make sure you regret it every single day."
"Enough!" George finally stepped forward, his voice trembling with fury. "Ron, you've gone too far. This isn't just about you anymore. You've hurt her. You've crossed so many lines, I don't even know who you are anymore."
Ron shot a venomous glare at George but said nothing. The room felt like it was on the edge of something explosive.
Hermione wiped her eyes, her voice shaky but filled with resolve. "I can't believe you," she whispered, her tears falling freely now. "You're not the man I thought you were. You don't have a heart."
"I never wanted it to be like this!" Ron shouted, his voice raw with emotion. "You did this to me!"
"No, Ron," Harry said quietly but firmly. "You did this to yourself. You let your jealousy, your need for control, destroy everything. You didn't fix your mistakes, and now you're paying for it."
"Don't you get it" Ron said raising his voice. "If only she wasn't so stubborn…"
Hermione, enraged by his words, lifted her wand and hexed Ron, sending him crashing into a display of joke products. He fell to the ground, groaning as his body collided with the shelves. Then she stepped forward and punched Ron hard in the face, making him groan in agony. Blood trickled from Ron's nose, his face twisted in pain as he stared up at his ex in shock.
Before either of them could say another word, the door of the shop burst open, and Draco Malfoy strode in, his face tight with fury. He looked around, his eyes scanning the scene before him, and when they landed on Ron—bleeding and battered on the floor—he stopped.
Draco raised his wand, ready to cast a hex, but when he saw the state Ron was in, he paused. His anger shifted to something far more dangerous: amusement. He laughed, a genuine hearty laugh that echoed through the room.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side, Granger," Draco said with a smirk, glancing at Hermione and Harry. "Looks like you've handled him well enough without me."
Ron glared at Draco, but the hatred in his eyes was no match for the humiliation he felt. Draco's laughter cut deeper than any spell or punch ever could.
" Let's go" said Hermione looking at Draco and Harry
"Are you sure you don't want him arrested" asked Harry,
"Not right now," said Hermione and left without one more word
After Hermione, Harry, and Draco left, Ron groaned and struggled to sit up. He was bleeding and his head hurt. He turned to George, his voice strained. "Don't just stand there—help me!"
George stared at him, his expression cold. "Sorry, mate," he said, shrugging. "Seems I've forgotten all the healing spells."
Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, but George turned away, ignoring him completely. As Ron glanced around the shop, he realized there were still some customers standing there, watching him silently. Their stares cut deeper than any spell. The humiliation was unbearable.