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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
As soon as Draco hit the floor, he quickly reached for his wand at the same time Ron yelled a disarming spell that sent his wand flying up and right into Ron's much larger skilled Auror hands. He tossed both of the wands across the room before advancing on his rival. I had never seen Ron this overcome with anger before, he looked wild and predatory with blood shot eyes, and the vein on the side of his neck was protruding out. I was paralyzed with fear, not able to move or help the situation in any way.
"I'm going to tear you apart with my bare hands you son of a bitch. Stay the bloody fuck away from my wife!" He roared thunderously.
Poor Draco looked beyond frightened and tried to drag himself back towards the fireplace before Ron pounced on him and began to mercilessly pummel him relentlessly all over his face. Draco could not even manage to block any of the punishing blows since Ron was straddling him, and had one of his arms locked underneath.
"Ronald, stop it. Ron!" I knew that nothing I said or screamed would get him to listen to me, and having realized that I needed to do something, I ran for the wands that were thrown across the floor. Foolishly I had left mine upstairs when I took my bath.
Waving Ron's wand and uttering an Impediment jinx to knock them both back, I instantly followed that with a full body-bind curse aimed directly at Ron. His arms immediately snapped to his sides, and his whole body went rigid and fell back. Luckily the wall caught him before he could fall flat completely on his back. I quickly ran over to Draco, the poor thing was coughing and spluttering up blood.
"Oh my goodness, Draco" One side of his face was already swelling, and had started turning dark from bruises, including around his eye where he would no doubt sport a black eye unless it was healed immediately. Red tinted saliva was slowly dribbling out of his mouth and into his hands, and he was trying to wipe it away with the sleeves of his robes, but only managed to make more of a mess on his face.
I summoned a towel and used it to wipe away the blood coming from either his teeth or busted lip, I wasn't sure. I was in shock, and instead of thinking of Draco, I selfishly started thinking about the repercussions of what could happen to Ronald if the news got out.
"Bloody Hell, Weasley! What the fuck!" The words were muttered from his swelling lips, but we understood them just the same.
"Draco, maybe you should go to St. Mungo's to make sure your okay."
"No. I'm alright."
I was somehow able to get Draco shakily to his feet, albeit he was stumbling and complaining of feeling weak and dizzy.
"Just use my floo to go home, I've lowered the wards so you can leave."
He left without looking at me, from fear or embarrassment, I couldn't be sure. I'd guess the later, seeing as he didn't even get a chance to hit his attacker, not even once. Ron's strength and height, gave him the advantage, not to mention his anger.
I rounded on Ron, and yelled. "How could you do that? You are not some angry child that can throw a violent tantrum like that. What if Draco was seriously injured right now and he has broken bones? What if he goes to the Ministry?"
Realizing that he was still frozen, I waved the wand, and lifted the curse. Ron blew out a breath and managed to land on his feet without falling over and gazed murderously at me.
"What the hell was that ferret doing here?"
"He just showed up. I don't know why he came, but he was leaving after I told him to."
"Did he try anything with you?" He asked angry looking and began to pace.
"No, of course not. That's what I've been wanting to tell you, he just wants to be friends. Why won't you listen to me? Just because you cheated on me, doesn't mean I'm going to do the same." I screamed.
Ron's eyes widened, and he looked surprised before he turned his whole body away from me. I knew that I went to far with that statement the moment it left my mouth, but I couldn't take it back after it was said. He pulled something out of his pocket, and placed it on the inn table next to our couch, and walked towards the front door.
"Wait, don't go. I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it."
He sighed, and turned to look at me and what I saw nearly broke my heart. He looked utterly defeated with slouching shoulders that I hadn't seen on him in so long.
"I'm going to take a walk. I'll be back soon." he left closing the door behind him.
Picking up what he left behind, I realized that I needed to use my pensieve. Harry had gifted me one for our first Christmas after the defeat of Voldemort. I ran upstairs and grabbed it from the top shelf of my closet. Placing it on the bed, I transfigured it back to it's original shape. Uncorking the vial, I poured it's contents into the bowl, lowered my face, and was sucked into the memory streams.
After viewing everything, I was pulled out from the memories of Blaise Zabini, and ran to my bathroom where I vomited the contents of my stomach. Heaving painfully and tasting bitter vile flavored saliva, I wiped away the ropey saliva from my mouth that was hanging into the toilet with tissues I had on my bathroom counter.
I brushed my teeth, and used mouth-wash to rid myself of vomit-breath. I felt like a complete fool. How could I have been so naive? I thought that Draco wanted my friendship, and all the while he was conspiring to get me to cheat on my husband. I used a wet towel to clean my face and looked at my reflection in my mirror. My face was swollen and blotchy, I sat down on my bed, and waited for Ron to come home. It seemed that I had some more apologizing to do.

Ronald
This was the third time I had walked around the block from home. Needing the time away from Hermione, so I could calm myself down from the seething anger I felt at seeing that bastard in my home. Not only that, but he stood very close to her and she was wearing the skimpy pajama set that she wore whenever the kids were away, and to top that, her hair was all wet hanging in curly ringlets that were dripping wet making her look jaw-droppingly gorgeous. My knuckles currently were bloody and slightly gashed in a couple of spots from the bashing I gave to that flaggart. He totally deserved it, and I was taking pleasure in feeling the wounds burn my skin. They were my badges of honor that I would wear proudly for as long as I could, and they were a symbol of how much I would do to protect my family.
After I viewed all of the memories in the Pensieve, I was absolutely livid and couldn't focus on my work, so I decided to leave early. My original plan was to go and wait for her, and let her know what Draco's intentions were, but then I found them alone and I just lost all sense of reason. I'm kind of glad that Hermione pulled us apart, or I might have killed the poor bastard.Well, at least now he knows to stay away from her. No one would want to come back after such a brutal awakening, and I was glad. Looking around once more, I decided to head home, but first I healed my hands so I wouldn't worry Hermione.

A/N: I bet you thought it was over, well surprise, it's not. Just a little bit more to come for you sweeties. Please leave me a review, it will only take a moment, even half a sentence will make me happy. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of violence.
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