'I can't do this anymore, Ron. I'm so sorry,' she whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes. She had to convince him that them breaking would be for the best, he almost raped her last night. And that scared her more then the sex thing.
'You can't Hermione. I'm sorry about yesterday, please give me another chance,' he repeated for the umpteenth time, looking at her with those heart-broken eyes.
It was the morning of the next day, and instead of going to breakfast, Hermione pulled Ron aside. He wasn't going to take it well. He had tried to reason with her, but she shook her head and moved away.
She had loved him but the thought of what would have happened if he had never stopped, kept clouding her mind. And for the first time ever, she was actually a little scared of Ron. And that had never happened before.
She wasn't supposed to be scared of her best friend and boyfriend. She was supposed to feel secured and safe- and she did up until that moment where everything changed.
'Look, it wouldn't have worked out. I am not ready for that kind of relationship,' she hoped that he would understand, and if he didn't, well that was too bad for him.
He pulled on her arm, and she found herself chest to chest with him. He was frowning, but the twinkle in his eyes shined through and she was suddenly mesmerized.
'It will work out, if you just give me another chance,' he murmured, settling his hands on her hips. 'I'm really sorry about last night, but I wanted you so much, Hermione, I didn't mean to scare you.'
His hands were slowly running up and down her side, moving from the top of her shoulder to the curve of her arse, and the ragged breathing was coming back- but this was out of desire- not panic.
'Ron...,' she whispered, moving her arms around his neck.
He closed his eyes and started breathing heavily, pressing himself against her. His movements became more bold, he pressed the roundness of her arse, and moved her against him.
Her eyes drifted shut and she could feel his hardness again. Her legs were going to fall out from under her, they were started to feel numb. Soon her legs followed and then her upper body...then she couldn't feel anything at all anymore.
Ron was too busy kissing her neck and squeezing her breasts through her blouse, but she didn't feel anything.
Nothing at all. Any second she was going to drop dead. Was this an illness in which she couldn't feel anything? She felt her heart beating frantically and the blood rushing to her head, but that was the full extent.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Ron was pushing her onto the couch again, telling her over and over how much he wanted her. Merlin, what a slimy bastard, she had no control of her limbs and he was being perverted- touching her in this obscene way.
Wait till she got a hold of her body parts- she was going to hex him to Hell and back.
The faint sound of the portrait door opening was heard through Ron's groaning and moaning. Oh, she was saved. Something was terribly wrong. It felt like at any moment her body was going to give out, her nerve system and bodily functions.
'Ahem, I'm sorry to be a prat but class is starting in 5 minutes and we have Snape,' Harry's voice penetrated her thoughts.
Ron growled and moved off her. When he looked down- finally- he saw she hadn't moved, couldn't move. A frown marred his brow.
Oh, he's concerned. Well, isn't that nice?
'Hermione, are you okay?' using a soothing tone. Too bad she was far from being soothed.
She blinked, then blinked again. Her eyes were still working, but the rest of her body felt numb and heavy. She tried with all her might to move a finger but nothing happened. She was paralyzed.
No words came out, and Harry quickly rushed to her side. 'Hermione, what's wrong?'
Nothing happened, her eyes were starting to feel tired and her mind was clouding over. Is this what it's like to die? It felt awful, but she was guessing that the Avada Kedavra would be worse.
Harry bent over and felt her cheek. 'She can't move. Hermione blink if you can hear me.'
She obliged.
'Well at least she can understand us. We are going to take you to Madame Pomfrey. Everything will be all right,' his words almost made her fall asleep. They were so calm and gentle, she actually believed that maybe she would survive this. Hopefully...
Ron picked her up bridal style and she mentally winced. It felt completely different in his arms now, and she despised it. She started squirming but of course her body wasn't cooperating.
'Hurry, let's go,' he yelled, storming through the halls. Harry right beside them.
Five minutes later, Hermione was tucked into a bed with Madame hovering over her. She immediately shooed Harry and Ron out.
And no offense, she loved Harry like a brother but she just wanted to be alone.
She just wanted to sort out her thoughts, erase Ron's face from her overly- fixated mind, and try not to die from her current disease.
When Madame gave her a strengthening potion and a potion to sleep, she made it seem like her dying wasn't a big deal. She still couldn't talk or move but at least she understood the words 'froze' 'up' and 'sex.'
Ron had obviously told her what happened before he was kicked out. Now instead of dying from her illness, she was going to die of mortification.
Joy!
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