I'm finally back with another story! Thank you to everyone who supported my
last story, Vengeance. It's thanks to all of you that I decided to write
this story. Now that summer has come around I'll have plenty of more time
to write, and I'm really looking forward to it! Thanks again
Cursed Wedlock by MyKonstantine
Rated R for sexual references, swearing, and graphic, violent images.
Chapter 1: Weasley Nights
Hermione's bed rattled as the headboard in the room next to hers hit into the wall separating the two rooms. Moans and dirty phrases could be heard clearly through the thin barrier of the rooms.
Reluctantly, Hermione groaned and looked over the to clock.
It was 4 o'clock in the bloody morning, and Harry and Ginny had forgot the Silencing Charm.. again! Would they ever give it a rest?
After hearing another particularly obscene groan that spilled out of Harry's mouth, Hermione pulled back the covers and jumped out of bed. She couldn't just lay there and listen to it anymore.
Her fragile feet tiptoed down the stairs of the Weasley household, trying her best not to wake anyone who Harry and Ginny weren't already keeping awake.
She had been living at The Burrow for just over a year now, since Harry had defeated Voldemort during the battle at Durmstrang in their seventh year. Hermione slept in Charlie's old room, and Harry slept in the room that once belonged to Bill. Unfortunately, Ginny 'slept' in Harry's room most nights as well.
Unsure of what to do now that Hermione's ears were safe from the disturbing sounds, she turned toward the kitchen. A nice cup of tea seemed like a lovely way to clear her mind.
Having taken her wand downstairs with her, Hermione picked up the kettle and prepared to cast a Warming Spell on the water inside. However, she was surprised to realize that the pot was already piping hot.
"Insolent gits!" She heard someone mumble rather harshly behind her. She spun around to see Ron gulping down tea and cursing to himself. "Bloody shagging in the crowded house, not even trying to be quiet."
"Ron?" Hermione asked in a very confused tone. Ron was so shocked that he dropped his teacup, which shattered on Mrs. Weasley's precious kitchen floor.
"Repairo!" Hermione pointed her wand at the teacup and watched it magically piece itself back together. She shook her head at Ron, who was blushing a deep crimson that could be seen throughout the dimly lit kitchen.
"Are you alright?" She leaned down so she was eye level to him across the table.
Ron nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just thought I was alone."
Hermione smiled at him. "I think we both just need some tea. Accio teacup!" Ron's teacup flew from the floor into Hermione's hand, and poured them both a cup of tea.
Why Hermione was still so attached to Ron, she would never know. The war and the fall of Voldemort had brought many people together, but not them. Harry admitted his love for Ginny at the end, but Ron had said nothing to Hermione.
She didn't expect vows to eternal love or for him to drip all over her every second of the day. A nice 'Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?' would have been enough to please her. Still, nothing of the sort came from the lips of Ronald Weasley.
Yet at that moment, Hermione realized that they were closer in the days after the war than they ever had been before. Between them, the talks were longer, the bickering louder, the kisses on the cheek more often, and the love more evident to the world then ever, but neither would admit it to the other.
"So," Hermione said, sitting down and smirking into her teacup. "Did the noises keep you up too?"
He made a little whimpering noise. "Can we not talk about that, Mione? That's my little sister after all!"
Torturing Ron about Harry and Ginny's relationship had become a hobby for Hermione. "Yes, your little sister and your best friend. And from the sounds of it they have the most amazing--"
"ACK! NO!" Ron cried out, moving across the table to place his hand over Hermione's mouth. "Don't you dare say it!"
They sat in silence for a moment, and when Ron was satisfied he took has hand off of her mouth and leaned back into his seat.
It was a bad mistake on Ron's part. "Sex." Hermione said quickly, smirking once again. "They must have the most amazing sex."
Ron let out a frustrated yell. "Hermione! You know how much that bugs me! I'll accept the relationship, but leave the shagging issue alone!"
"It's kind of hard to leave it alone when it's happening right now." Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.
"Stop! Stop it!" Ron said, burying his face in his hands. The was a long pause before he said, "They're so lucky that my parents' room is three floors above them."
"And with the amount of children they have, your parents are probably shagging right now as well." Hermione laughed, clearly joking with him.
Ron, however, didn't seem to find it funny. He looked disgusted as he pointed a figure at her. "That one crossed the line. You hit below the below, you did!"
"Alright! Alright! I'm sorry!" Hermione giggled, picking a napkin off the pile in the center of the table and waving it around like one would a white flag.
He did not answer her, but went to the bottom of the staircase. She followed him quietly, and they both listened intently. All was silent.
"I think it's safe to go back to bed." Ron whispered.
Hermione nodded in agreement and they both creeped up the stairs.
Ron's room was across the hall from Hermione's room. They stood in the corridor for a moment, staying silent and avoiding eye contact just as they did when they were twelve-year-olds.
"Well, goodnight then." Ron mumbled, hurrying into his bedroom. He seemed a little odd, but Hermione paid no mind to it as she walked passed her bedroom to the bathroom down the hall.
Coming back from the bathroom, Hermione had a masculine moan once again.
Not again! She was about to rant to herself about Harry and Ginny's antics when she heard another moan, and realized it didn't come from Harry's room.
The sound came from Ron's room. Hermione stood outside his door, utterly shocked for a moment. Her confidence building, she strutted back to her room, deciding to keep this little secret to herself.
Cursed Wedlock by MyKonstantine
Rated R for sexual references, swearing, and graphic, violent images.
Chapter 1: Weasley Nights
Hermione's bed rattled as the headboard in the room next to hers hit into the wall separating the two rooms. Moans and dirty phrases could be heard clearly through the thin barrier of the rooms.
Reluctantly, Hermione groaned and looked over the to clock.
It was 4 o'clock in the bloody morning, and Harry and Ginny had forgot the Silencing Charm.. again! Would they ever give it a rest?
After hearing another particularly obscene groan that spilled out of Harry's mouth, Hermione pulled back the covers and jumped out of bed. She couldn't just lay there and listen to it anymore.
Her fragile feet tiptoed down the stairs of the Weasley household, trying her best not to wake anyone who Harry and Ginny weren't already keeping awake.
She had been living at The Burrow for just over a year now, since Harry had defeated Voldemort during the battle at Durmstrang in their seventh year. Hermione slept in Charlie's old room, and Harry slept in the room that once belonged to Bill. Unfortunately, Ginny 'slept' in Harry's room most nights as well.
Unsure of what to do now that Hermione's ears were safe from the disturbing sounds, she turned toward the kitchen. A nice cup of tea seemed like a lovely way to clear her mind.
Having taken her wand downstairs with her, Hermione picked up the kettle and prepared to cast a Warming Spell on the water inside. However, she was surprised to realize that the pot was already piping hot.
"Insolent gits!" She heard someone mumble rather harshly behind her. She spun around to see Ron gulping down tea and cursing to himself. "Bloody shagging in the crowded house, not even trying to be quiet."
"Ron?" Hermione asked in a very confused tone. Ron was so shocked that he dropped his teacup, which shattered on Mrs. Weasley's precious kitchen floor.
"Repairo!" Hermione pointed her wand at the teacup and watched it magically piece itself back together. She shook her head at Ron, who was blushing a deep crimson that could be seen throughout the dimly lit kitchen.
"Are you alright?" She leaned down so she was eye level to him across the table.
Ron nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just thought I was alone."
Hermione smiled at him. "I think we both just need some tea. Accio teacup!" Ron's teacup flew from the floor into Hermione's hand, and poured them both a cup of tea.
Why Hermione was still so attached to Ron, she would never know. The war and the fall of Voldemort had brought many people together, but not them. Harry admitted his love for Ginny at the end, but Ron had said nothing to Hermione.
She didn't expect vows to eternal love or for him to drip all over her every second of the day. A nice 'Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?' would have been enough to please her. Still, nothing of the sort came from the lips of Ronald Weasley.
Yet at that moment, Hermione realized that they were closer in the days after the war than they ever had been before. Between them, the talks were longer, the bickering louder, the kisses on the cheek more often, and the love more evident to the world then ever, but neither would admit it to the other.
"So," Hermione said, sitting down and smirking into her teacup. "Did the noises keep you up too?"
He made a little whimpering noise. "Can we not talk about that, Mione? That's my little sister after all!"
Torturing Ron about Harry and Ginny's relationship had become a hobby for Hermione. "Yes, your little sister and your best friend. And from the sounds of it they have the most amazing--"
"ACK! NO!" Ron cried out, moving across the table to place his hand over Hermione's mouth. "Don't you dare say it!"
They sat in silence for a moment, and when Ron was satisfied he took has hand off of her mouth and leaned back into his seat.
It was a bad mistake on Ron's part. "Sex." Hermione said quickly, smirking once again. "They must have the most amazing sex."
Ron let out a frustrated yell. "Hermione! You know how much that bugs me! I'll accept the relationship, but leave the shagging issue alone!"
"It's kind of hard to leave it alone when it's happening right now." Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.
"Stop! Stop it!" Ron said, burying his face in his hands. The was a long pause before he said, "They're so lucky that my parents' room is three floors above them."
"And with the amount of children they have, your parents are probably shagging right now as well." Hermione laughed, clearly joking with him.
Ron, however, didn't seem to find it funny. He looked disgusted as he pointed a figure at her. "That one crossed the line. You hit below the below, you did!"
"Alright! Alright! I'm sorry!" Hermione giggled, picking a napkin off the pile in the center of the table and waving it around like one would a white flag.
He did not answer her, but went to the bottom of the staircase. She followed him quietly, and they both listened intently. All was silent.
"I think it's safe to go back to bed." Ron whispered.
Hermione nodded in agreement and they both creeped up the stairs.
Ron's room was across the hall from Hermione's room. They stood in the corridor for a moment, staying silent and avoiding eye contact just as they did when they were twelve-year-olds.
"Well, goodnight then." Ron mumbled, hurrying into his bedroom. He seemed a little odd, but Hermione paid no mind to it as she walked passed her bedroom to the bathroom down the hall.
Coming back from the bathroom, Hermione had a masculine moan once again.
Not again! She was about to rant to herself about Harry and Ginny's antics when she heard another moan, and realized it didn't come from Harry's room.
The sound came from Ron's room. Hermione stood outside his door, utterly shocked for a moment. Her confidence building, she strutted back to her room, deciding to keep this little secret to herself.