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Of Foes and Friends	By : Juliesnaps Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Molly slowly lowered her son onto the sofa. Tears were brimming on her eyes as she mended each fracture. She took care of her son with a combination of love and disgust. She shook her head to clear her head. Molly knew perfectly well who had come to avenge Hermione, she knew what Severus was capable of and could only imagine Draco to have similar abilities. She felt she had done the best she could by her son, her adoptive daughter and her avengers.

Once all the bones were healed, she fed Ron a pain potion and waited. She waited for him to blow up, react in some way. Color returned to Ron's face as the pain potion did its work. He went from pale as ghost, to his usual complexion and one the brightest red she had ever seen him.

He sat up like the sofa was made of shards of glass. He didn't want to touch it...his anger was too much to deal with while sitting down. Ron paced the living room, becoming angrier every step he took. Once he'd become purple in the face with rage he turn on his mother and started bellowing, "you LET them torture me!?" He couldn't believe it! He was angry with Hermione for breaking it off, for not being a virgin, for not wanting him. He was angry with the two cloaked figures for torturing him. But he was livid with his mother.

Molly had stood up for Hermione for weeks. She'd picked the little tart over her own son! Then, she'd gone and put him on house arrest and taken away his wand. Everything, absolutely everything, he did had to be done the Muggle way now. And tonight! Tonight she'd snapped his wand in half and strung him up for his enemies, leaving him completely defenseless! The barrage of words he sent his mother's way didn't seem to faze her, she just let it go.

"You fucking cunt! I know I was never worth anything to you but to hand me over to my attackers like that..." Ron screamed at her, his hands balled up and ready to strike. Molly waved her hand at him, setting him back onto the sofa and binding him down to it. She shut his mouth a flick of her wrist. That had been the last straw. Molly stood up from her spot on the loveseat and placed her face inches away from his. If either of them moved their head the wrong way, they'd both get the head butt of their life time.

With strained calm, Molly whispered to her youngest son, never breaking eye contact, "you are worth everything to me. Everything. I'll take your anger and your vile words, but I will not sit here and have you say I don't care. If I did not care I would have let you go out there with your wand. I would have let those two rip you a new one. You bloody well deserve it! You have no idea what you did to Hermione. Your father and I can only take so much Ronald! We are trying to keep you safe." She could see his need to protest every word she said, he was fighting against his constraints that were digging into his flesh. "No, it is your turn to listen. You've turned your sister against that poor girl. She has nobody now, nobody to help her deal with being raped. RAPED, Ronald. You did that to her! You forced her and planted your seed in her womb. She didn't even know she'd been pregnant, and you took the joy of impending motherhood away from her too."

Molly stepped away, and felt her husband right behind her, he placed a hand on her lower back. He tried to comfort her but knew it was almost useless. They'd spent many a night talking and crying for Ron. "Ronald, we love you deeply, we always have and always will. But we can no longer have you in this house," Arthur said with a tone of authority and finality he rarely possessed. Molly started crying at the words and buried her head in her husband's chest. She hated that it had come to this. It was just too much for them to handle, when they first learned the truth they thought they could punish Ronald and make him see the error of his ways. But now, now they were filled with sorrow and distress.

They weren't sure what was wrong but they had no idea how to handle it. Ron had seemed like a different person since the war, angrier and crueler. Two words they'd never expected to use to describe their son. Hot headed and careless, maybe, but never cruel. Something had snapped within him it seemed. They'd seen the shift in attitude but couldn't place their finger on what it was. It broke their hearts to even see Ronald in this state, never mind having to punish him.

"We'll leave you here until you calm down. Once we unbind you, you will have a half hour to get your things together and make scarce. If you have not left our property by then, we will be calling in the authorities for trespassing." Arthur finished his show of strength by taking his wife and leading her up the stairs. The couple didn't stop at their room but silently agreed to make their way to the top floor. Arthur pushed the door open and led his wife over to the bed. They sat together mourning the loss of another child.

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Malfoy ran to the Room of Requirement as quickly as he could once he got back from the Burrow. He wanted to wash the night's events away. He felt vile and disgusted with himself. He'd so easily slipped back into the person he was trying so hard to no longer be. He wasn't somebody that could easily inflict pain to others, he'd never had the stomach for it. But once again he'd been the tool in somebody else's scheme to hurt another. As he skidded to a halt in front of the same plain brown door, he knew that Hermione was inside. He released a deep sigh and straightened up and put on his impassive face. The same face he had worn for years. He pushed the door open without knocking and said, "Granger, you really should remember to close the damn door behind you." A frustrated yelp sounded out while Hermione grabbed a towel from next to the bath.

"Malfoy, can't you just leave me alone?" She said, trying to cover herself and hide her modesty. Draco shook his head, "we seem to have the same idea again Granger. I came to wash away the filth of the day too." He waited potentially for her to drain the bath and walk behind the privacy screen to don her clothes. She stepped out wearing a flannel PJ-set and walked over to the desk, never once meeting his eye. Malfoy sighed again and ran the tap as he stripped down and placed a towel around his waist. This little studio arrangement worked fine for him, but he wondered when her morals were going to kick in and ruin it for the both of them.

Hermione sat at the desk, her homework was done and she was already two weeks ahead with all her reading. She didn't know what to do but wasn't about to leave the RoR, it was hers first, darn it! Slowly, she got up and pulled the sheets back on her side of the bed, once again putting up a pillow barricade. "I'll be more careful about the door next time Malfoy. This is the last time this'll happen. I swear." She muttered as made herself comfortable. He silently nodded, not paying attention to the fact that her eyes were closed and she hadn't seen a thing. "Whatever you say Granger," he said aloud as he lowered himself into the steaming water.

His flesh was scorched by the touch but he didn't care. The point was to burn all the dirt away. Draco picked up a wash cloth and furiously started scrubbing. He was tainted, he felt so unclean he didn't think he could stop scrubbing. First his father had filled his head with pureblood supremacy bullocks. He'd taught Draco all measure of ways to physically prove his superiority. Each method was viler than the last. Then the Dark Lord had imposed himself in their home and required loyalty Draco was scared to give or deny. He had been forced to watch Pansy's induction as punishment for his failure cast the killing curse at a Muggle child. Mere weeks later, in a state of self-loathing so deep, he'd finally taken his own mark.

All these thoughts ran through his mind as he scrubbed his skin raw. The patch where the Dark Mark was, was near bleeding from the force he was applying to it. A soft hand broke him out of his reverie and stopped his motions. "I can never get clean," he chocked out, realizing he'd been crying. Hermione nodded her head and handed him his towel. When he stood up, she helped him dry off before hugging him as close to her as she could. Draco walked them over to the bed and go them in, enjoying the comfort of her body next to his. They fell asleep clutching each other close and crying.
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