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Broken Bonds Strong Muscles	By : LadyM Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter world, it's characters, or anything related to it. I also make no money what so ever from this story. This is just me playing with the Harry Potter characters for fun and venting.

Chapter List
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- 2-Chapter 2 (Thorfinn's POV)
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Hermione collapsed on the bench ready to burst into tears. Another appointment with a new healer, another dead end. All she wanted was answers to what is wrong with her. This journey through all the healers of wizard Britain and part of wizard France, all started when three years ago she started her relationship with Ron Weasley. Well that is to say she started the sexual part of her relationship with Ron Weasley.
     At the end of the war she and Ron had dated for two years before she final got tired of Ron’s backhand remarks and pressuring and she decided to try having sex with him. She had loved him, but had wanted to wait longer, until their relationship was more stable, until the wounds (both physical and mental) from the war had gotten a chance to heal complete, and other reasons that she cannot call to mind right now. Not that any of that mattered now, a long sigh left her lips as she leaned her head back against the wall behind her. She remembered that first night they had been planning to have sex for the first time. She had taken Ron out to a nice dinner at his favorite restaurant and had set up an amazing romantic scene at home with candles (under a stasis charm so they would not burn her apartment down of course), flower petals, red silk sheets, the works.
      Everything had been going great and Ron looked so happy when she took him back to her flat and explained that she was ready. Things had still been going well as they started to get into things, with passionate kissing and hands wondering, she didn’t even feel self-conscious about her scars when the clothes came off due to her excellent glamor charms. But when things had eventually gotten to penis into vagina intercourse, well needless to say it had ended poorly. At this thought Hermione ran her hands through her hair as she scoffed under her breath. Didn’t go well, hah, that was the biggest understatement in the post-war era!
     Ron, who it was important to note had not gotten her to climax with his foreplay, went to trust into her, with no fingering to stretch her, and it felt as though he had hit a wall in her vagina. Hermione shuddered as she remembered the pain and the persistence from Ron when she told him to stop and get off because something was wrong. Ron saying that “Of course your tight and it’s painful, you are a virgin” and “There is no wall your just to nervous, best thing to do is to keep going” Well she just shoved him off of her with her wandless nonverbal magic and then threw on some clothes and threw him out.
      “Granger?” A deep rumbling male voice drew Hermione out of her thoughts with a start and she looked over toward the front of the clinic to see Thorfinn Rowle standing by the door at the end of the hallway. Hermione stood up groaning in her head, this clinic was a semi sketchy clinic know to treat old death eaters and other criminals.
     A good majority death eaters that were in good health and still had their mental facilities about them were released into the wizard world on parole, due to the lack of population in the wizarding world after the Great War. Each parole was different to fit the wizard or witch and their crimes. From what Hermione could remember Rowle got off rather easily as his crimes were some of the lesser crimes committed by the Dark Side. His magic was limited to basic household charms and defensive spells that could not harm and then a tracer was put on his wand.
     “Rowle” Hermione walked toward him, as he was standing by the only door leading out of the clinic, and gave him a polite nod. She hoped that would be the end of their interaction as most of the old Death Eaters still hated to be around her but would force themselves to be polite due to her war hero status, but of course life would just not let her catch a break.
     Rowle moved to block Hermione’s path out the door. “Well, well, well what is the Gryffindor Golden Princess doing in a seedy place like this?”
     Hermione let out another sigh as she looked up and looked him in the eye, “I do not see how that is any of your business Rowle. You do not see me asking what has you here, so you should respect my privacy just as I am going to respect yours.”
     After she was done talking she ducked under Rowles arm and started to open the door only to be stopped when Rowle grabbed her arms in a firm, yet surprisingly gentle, grip and spun her around and caged her in against the wall of the clinic hallway. “Well Golden Princess-” At that Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed “I will go ahead and tell you why I am here, it is to make sure that all the excess magic of my magical core is safely pulled out of my body and that my magical core is still healthy as it is not good for my magic to be restricted the way it is now. Your turn know-it-all.”
     Hermione had looked down in consideration at Rowle’s words about his magical core, she would need to have a word with Kingsley about the constrictions the ministry was placing on the witches and wizards. What good was it to let them out of Azkaban if they were going to be sick from the magical core restriction. But when Rowle turned the conversation back to her presence in the clinic her head jolted back up and she started to wiggle in his grip. “It is still not your business as to why I am here Rowle!”
     He let out a wicked grin as he got even closer to her and leaned his head down to speak in a lower voice, “Wonder if the little Gryffindor prude was coming to see about getting a lust potion so she could get it on for the greater good of the wizard world.” At his words Hermione froze and looked at him with her mouth hanging open and red rising up her neck onto her cheeks, and Rowle kept going. “That’s what all the papers call you right? The Gryffindor Golden Princess is a prude with her legs closed tighter than the doors of Azkaban.” At that Rowle let out a little bark of a laugh at his own joke. “Been single for the last three years since you couldn’t handle sex with your boyfriend and tossed him out, if that does not say prude then I don’t know what does.”
     Hermione’s eyes started to fill with tears and her face got even redder in shame and embarrassment. She windlessly and non-verbal flung Rowle off her and pinned him to the opposite wall. She stood tall even with tears falling from her eyes “Don’t speak of things you know nothing about Thorfinn Rowle, you dead-beat death eater scum!” Then Hermione fled out the door of the clinic into the street where she apparated from back to her nice safe flat, to cry herself to sleep.
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