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You Won't Know	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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on stood in the center of the room, and everyone’s testimony had been heard. Everyone except Ron, who finally came foreword, looking around uncomfortably.

He looked at Hermione, and she looked tired, with circles under her eyes. Knowing her, he might have thought she was sick.

Clearing his throat, he delivered his side of the story—how he came home, what had happened, and the events leading up to that night, including the night when he thought Hermione had been someone else. He argued that someone else had perpetuated the crime—since he had never done anything like this before—and it could only have been someone else.

Afterwards, he could only wait. The waiting was the worse part. He tried to recall what he had said, but all he could see was Hermione’s face in front of him.

It was a picture of how she had been before everything—before this nightmare—had begun. She was happy, and she was glowing.

He had to get better; he had to get out of here for her. He owed her that much—he hadn’t been there when she needed him the most but he could at least keep things together until then.

The sound of footsteps pierced his thoughts, and he looked up to see two steel faced wizards—aurors—whom he did not know and between them stood the guard.

Ron stood and followed them to the chamber, where his sentence was so to be read.

He looked around—he wanted to see Hermione, and when his eyes met with her, he felt as if his world had become a little bit less scary.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out, and she leaned foreword, her eyes burning into his with the same intensity.

“Ronald Weasley, the Wizengamot finds you innocent, on reasons of lunacy. It is the courts decision to commit you to St. Helena’s in hopes that you might be given adequate treatment.”

Ron wished it were a nightmare but the tears on Hermione’s face were real, and she was shaking her head, even as the guards took him away, he looked at her. He didn’t want to be separated from her.

Malfoy made his way towards Hermione, who refused to look at him.

He touched her shoulder and she shrank away, as if burned.

“Don’t touch me—you disgust me.”

Malfoy dug his nails into her shoulder so hard she nearly cried out.

“Don’t you want to go speak to him? We have some time yet, before they move him. Unless, that is, you’d rather—“

She looked at him, “Please—“

Malfoy nearly scowled, “Don’t get so excited. Quickly.”

He led her away from everyone, sidestepping people who had questions, and it was easy to get to see a prisoner—she was after all the prisoner’s fiancée and he was Draco Malfoy. What could one expect?

They found Weasley sitting on the floor, his head in his hands. Of course.

“Ron—“ She reached into the cell, and Weasley looked up.

“Hermione!” He stood and ran to the bars, but Malfoy interrupted, pulling her back.

Ah, so now it unfolded…

Weasley was confused, looking at Malfoy, “Hermione? I’m sorry—“

“Ron, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—“ Malfoy leaned down and kissed her slowly, leisurely.

Ron saw red.

In a vicious, cold voice he directed at Malfoy, he said “Let her go.”

“I don’t want to.” Malfoy kissed her jaw, “I quite like it actually, kissing her that is.”

Ron was squeezing the bars, and his face was red. Flushed with outrage. He was helpless, absolutely helpless to intervene and stop.

“It was you, wasn’t it—“ Ron said with dawning horror, stumbling back as the full weight of Malfoy’s betrayal hit him.

Malfoy grinned like a little boy, “Bingo!”

Hermione was sobbing, “Ron, I’m sorry, I was scared, I’m sorry for not believing in you—“

Ron grabbed a hold of the bars and pressed his face against them, desperate to relieve her pain, “Don’t worry, it’s in the past, you didn’t hurt me, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I—“

Malfoy was more than irritated by their display of affection—Hermione should only look at him, after all, but he savored the pain in Weasley’s eyes.

“Do you know how much you fail at being a man, Weasley?” Malfoy crooned, caressing Hermione’s skin, “Let me tell you, in detail.”

“Malfoy, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Ignoring him, Malfoy continued, “Remember years ago, in school? Yes, that’s when it all began. The great…epic love story between Hermione and I. It was so great, so deep, that not even I knew what it was.

“How did it begin you ask? Thank-you for asking. It was a beautiful day, and Hermione,” Malfoy ran a hand possessively over her breasts, “ was walking to class. She was smaller then. Do you remember? Her breasts are better now, of course, but—anyways, I’m getting off topic. I took her into the girls room—the ladies room—and fucked her. I fucked her hard—it was mindblowing, that first fuck.”

Ron was shaking his head, his fist in his mouth, and Hermione was hanging on Malfoy’s arm, supported by him. She looked hysterical, and Ron was crying..

“My God, Hermione, I’m sorry, I didn’t know—he, he did those things—“

Malfoy laughed, it was high, and soft, “Fool, Hermione didn’t know either. A quick charm and things are right as rain. It was incredible. And you know what the best part is Weasley? Do you really want to know how many times I fucked her like that?”

“You fucking monster,” Weasley looked like he was going to have a conniption and Malfoy could not stop laughing. He rattled the bars.

It was everything he had imagined and so much more.

“I’ve had her hundreds of times, more times than you could possibly count over the years—fucking her, loving her, raping her, whatever you want to call it I’ve done it with her—“ He rubbed her belly, “And can you believe after all that fucking you lay this, this, abomination in her?!”

Annoyed, he threw Hermione away, so that she landed in a heap on the floor.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU!!! YOU JUST WAIT MALFOY, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU!”

Guards rushed in, and Malfoy bent to retrieve Hermione, who was having a panic attack.

“He frightened her,” Malfoy said, all seriousness, then to Weasley, “Don’t worry, they will take good care of you at St. Helena’s.”

Ron was sobbing and angry, punching the bars with his fists as he watched Malfoy walk off with Hermione in his arms, “FUCKING FUCK!”

Malfoy smiled down at Hermione, “Don’t worry darling, we’ll be home soon.”
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