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Afraid of the Dark	By : Draconis-Silver Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- Three and a Half Years Later -

Hermione was slowly dozing off against the cushions of her window seat when a sharp rat-a-rat against the glass startled her out of her daydream.

"Bloody hell," she murmured, shaking her head as she let Draco's work owl in. She reached for a handful of treats as the barn owl settled itself on the perch in the corner of the room. It hooted affectionately as she approached, holding out its note clad leg to her. Avoiding Aquila's sharp talons, she untied the note before handing him the treats in her other hand as she read.

'Hermione,

I've been put on call at the hospital tonight, I'll try and be home as soon as I can. You going to be all right for a few more hours without me?

My shift finishes at one in the morning, I'll make it up to you if you're still awake when I get home. Make sure you remind me, too, my memory's a bit foggy in my old age. I blame marrying you.

Love you always, Draco.'

Hermione smiled fondly at the note Draco had written. Six months after her last therapy session, Draco had gotten down on one knee and proposed to her, bringing them both to tears as she said yes.

The wedding wasn't a big one, limited to family and close friends only. Draco had started crying as she walked up the aisle towards him, still amazed at how lucky he was. Hermione had promptly told him to get a grip and get the show on the road. Harry had crushed Draco in a massive man hug after the ceremony, thanking him for saving the only best friend he loved with all his heart. Hermione and Ginny had tried to persuade the pair to get a room if they were going to cosy up to each other in front of all and sundry. Both men had agreed that the hug had been extremely masculine, and did not, in any way shape or form, hint at flying for the other team, even as they dabbed tears from their eyes.

Hermione wrote him a quick note back, assuring him that she'd be fine whilst he was working. She sent Aquila off towards St. Mungo's, watching the bird until he became a faint speck on the evening horizon.

A high-pitched wail rang from upstairs, signalling that Scorpius was now awake. She made her way upstairs and into the nursery, her eyes immediately landing on the tear stricken child, his chubby cheeks glistening as he cried.

"Mumumumum!"

As Hermione reached his cot, Scorpius' stubby little arms reached out for her. She picked up her son immediately, cooing in his ear as he snuggled into her, his cries stopping abruptly.

"Hey, Scorp, Mummy's here." She whispered against her child's blonde downy hair. She rocked him slowly as she hummed against him, the familiarity of a nursery rhyme lulling him back to sleep.

"Hush-a-bye, don't you cry. Go to sleep my little baby. When you wake, you shall have all the pretty little ponies."

The sound of Scorpius' muffled snores indicated that he had drifted back to sleep, snuggled in his mother's embrace. Hermione didn't want to put him down just yet, so she settled into the rocking chair next to his crib, content to cradle her child as she sang.

"In your bed, Mama said. Baby's riding off to dream land. One by one, they've begun, dance and prance for little baby."

Hermione had remembered this song from her childhood, her mother would sing to her when she had terrible nightmares, too big to sleep in her parent's bed. "Blacks and Bays, Dapples and Greys, running in the night. When you wake, you shall have all the pretty little ponies, all the pretty little ponies."

She stroked her child's soft blonde hair tenderly, kissing his forehead before laying him back in his cot, leaving him to his dreams.

Several hours later, after feeding Scorp and settling him back down to sleep, she decided to head upstairs and read in the comfort of her bed. Closing the drapes in the lounge, she almost hesitated before shutting off the lights, using a non-verbal Lumos to light her way to the bedroom opposite Scorp's nursery.

Through the window of her room, she could see a storm rolling in, the torrential rain already beating down on the glass. She looked at the clock on the wall, informing her that it was only 11:02, meaning that it would be another two hours before Draco returned home. She couldn't drift off on her own, even with the lights on, so she would stay awake and wait for Draco, eager to wrap herself in his arms. She opened her book and began to read, hoping the time would pass quickly.

Just as Giovanni was about to declare his undying love for Claudia, a creaking floorboard alerted her to someone moving around in the nursery. Pulling the silk sheets from around her, Hermione quietly padded out of her room barefooted, wanting to make as little noise as possible.

Maybe Draco had returned home early?

Approaching the door to the nursery, she noticed it was open slightly, the crack just large enough that she could see the silhouette of a male figure standing over Scorpius's cot. She breathed a sigh of relief and made her way into the room.

"Draco, what are you-" Hermione froze. The man in front of her was not her husband. The lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the harsh, war-worn features of Ronald Weasley. She bit back a horrified scream as her once best friend and lover glared maliciously at her before grinning widely at her.

"Shh," he whispered, holding a finger to his chapped lips. "Little Scorpius is sleeping." He spat out her child's name with disdain.

She could see his hand reaching down into the cot and she panicked. "Please don't hurt him," she begged, already on the verge of tears.

His eyes widened in mock surprise, "what do you take me for, 'Mione? Some kind of monster?"

"You know exactly what you are." Hermione bit back.

Ron's eyes narrowed, "watch your tone with me, Hermione. You know I don't like it when you speak like that." He chided her forcefully. And then, as if he hadn't been angry at all, he smiled warmly at her, like he used to. "Now why don't you come over here and give me a hug?"

He took a few steps towards her and Hermione jumped back, glaring at him. "You stay away from me," she hissed.

"Don't be like that, Hermione."

"I'm warning you, Ronald!"

Ron laughed. A bitter, humourless laugh, "what will you do, Hermione? Give me another black eye?"

"You know I will."

Ron seemed to have not heard her, or was ignoring her. Instead, he looked at her with an expression of pure hatred. "Do you know what today is, 'Mione?"

Of course she knew what day it was.

"It would have been our seven year anniversary today, 'Mione. We were so happy, weren't we?" He asked her, before continuing as if he hadn't even asked a question. "I mean, you were a bitch sometimes, but that's just who you are. I put up with it, though, because I loved you. You always behaved eventually, because you loved me, too."

Hermione continued to back away as he advanced on her, trying desperately to get Ron away from her son. If anything happened to him, she would never forgive herself. He could hurt her all he wanted, but he would not touch her child.

"You enjoyed it when I touched you, too. You were so responsive, Hermione. Even when you said I was being rough, you liked it, because you're a sick little girl, aren't you? I didn't like hitting you, but I had to, because you didn't know when to shut that big mouth of yours. But we always pulled through. We were meant to be together, but then you got sick, so Harry helped you get better."

"And then what did you do, Hermione?" He spat, outraged. Hermione could feel tears running down her face, she didn't even realise she had been crying. She could feel the door frame of her bedroom behind her. If she could just get to her wand.

"You went and married that Death Eater scum, didn't you?" He launched himself at her, his hands aiming for her throat. She screamed and bolted through the bedroom, racing around the bed to the table beside it, grasping her wand. She felt the familiar vine wood between her fingers before it was flung away from her, rolling under the bed. Ron had her pinned down to the floor, one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other gripping her hip tightly. She screamed as she tried to squirm away from him, desperate to reach her wand. She could hear muffled crying in the background and she knew that Scorpius was awake, crying for his mother. She ached to hold her son.

"See what you've done, Hermione?" He spat, several drops of saliva landing on her face. "You couldn't keep your bloody mouth shut, and now the baby's awake. You're supposed to be quiet when the baby is sleeping."

Hermione felt a sharp stinging across her cheek as Ron backhanded her, her head snapping to the side from the sheer force. She sobbed into the carpet as Ron turned her onto her front, her cries muffled against the floor of her bedroom. She tried to wriggle away from him once more, inching towards the length of vine that lay inches away from her.

"Stop struggling, 'Mione. You know you like this. I'll show you how good it can be, then you'll leave the Death Eater and his spawn."

She whimpered as Ron whispered affectionately in her ear, his words making her feel physically ill. She froze as she felt Ron leave her hands, instead using his own to roughly caress her body, pulling at the silky nightdress she was wearing.

"I don't like this, Hermione." He said bluntly, grasping the silk between his large hands. "Did the Death Eater buy this for you? You look like a whore, Hermione. I don't want you to be a Death Eater's whore." He whispered, each insult followed by a wet kiss to her shoulder. He gently pulled her hair to the side and burrowed his head into the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply.

Hermione shuddered as he breathed roughly in her ear, the sounds of Scorpius' wailing echoing through the room.

"I can't concentrate with that Death Eater's brat screaming the house down. I'll have to shut him up."

Hermione screamed as rage ran through her veins, "Don't you dare touch him, you monster! Don't you dare!"

Ron swiftly grabbed Hermione's hair, tugging harshly, her head arching back painfully towards his face as he breathed hotly against her neck. "I'll do what I have to, Hermione. I can't have the likes of that child sullying our world."

"NO!" Hermione wailed, crying out in agony as Ron slammed her head back into floor, feeling a moist warmth near her temple. She kicked against him, bucking her hips as she tried to dislodge him. She had to protect her baby.

"That's it, Hermione, I knew you'd start enjoying it eventually."

She could feel his large hands on her back, caressing the silk of her gown before she heard it tearing. She shrieked in horror as his hands now smoothed down her naked back, reaching her knickers.

"No, please! No! Ron, please, no!" She yelled frantically, scrambling desperately against the carpeted floor, her arms reaching out for her wand. Her fingertips just barely grazed the wooden handle before her arm was yanked back sharply, twisting behind her back at an odd angle. Hermione heard the snap in her shoulder before she felt it, the hot white pain rushing up and down her wand arm, rendering it useless.

Hermione cried in frustration, her salty tears stinging her eyes as her only hope fizzled out. She was going to die, failing to protect her's and Draco's child.

Oh, god, Draco. I'm so sorry.

"Don't be getting any funny ideas, Bitch." Ron hissed, "oh yeah, you love that name, don't you? It describes you perfectly. I fucking love you, Hermione, and you threw it back in my face. It doesn't matter, though. You'll soon realise how wrong you were to pick that slimy bastard over me. Did you know he wrote a song about me when you gave me that black eye? I was the laughing stock of the school, Hermione, and it was all your fault."

She sobbed as Ron tore away her underwear, resigned to her fate. She could feel his hardness pressed against her thigh and she shivered, making Ron moan.

"Yes, Hermione. Just like that," he groaned, reaching his hand down between her bare legs, caressing her backside as he did so. He was angry to find out that Hermione wasn't the least bit aroused. "You're not even wet for me, baby. No matter, you'll start enjoying it soon enough."

Hermione felt the head of his erection press through her folds, the friction burning as he settled himself against her. She howled in agony as Ron suddenly thrust forward, sheathing himself inside her dry channel. Ron moaned loudly as he felt moisture start to flood around his cock, lubricating his thick shaft. He started to pump into her roughly, causing Hermione to cry out every time he thrust back into her.

"Oh, Hermione, I've missed how good you feel around me, how tight you are." He groaned, picking up speed.

Every time he thrust into her, her body was roughly slammed into the carpet below her, scratching and sawing furiously against the sensitive skin of her breasts.

She could feel Ron's brutal taking of her slowing down, meaning he was close to coming. His hips snapped against her bare backside as he shuddered, moaning her name as if she was a sexual Goddess.

Hermione was reduced to muffled sobs and whimpers by the time Ron rolled off her, thoroughly spent. Her wand arm was positioned at an awkward angle, throbbing painfully. She looked up at the clock, stifling a pained mewl. It was 12:16. Draco wouldn't be home for another forty five minutes.

Ron was slumped across her legs, catching his breath, completely out of it.

Hermione knew this would be her only chance. With her left arm, she gently tried to reach for her wand again, sighing in relief when she felt her fingers grasp at the wood. Hermione had always struggled with the charm, even with her good arm, but it was the only chance she had.

Summoning every powerful, happy memory she had to the forefront of her mind, she whispered the incantation. When she saw the silvery mist dart out of the window, she dropped the wand, the darkness slowly creeping in. She glanced upwards, catching Ron's furious stare, his jaw set.

"You'll pay for that, you bitch."

The song All the Pretty Little Ponies belongs to Catherine Raney.
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