You filthy little Mudblood. If you think this hurts, imagine what I'm going to make your blood traitor boyfriend go through. Ready? Crucio!
"NO, DON'T TOUCH HIM! LEAVE HIM ALONE, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Hermione screamed. She didn't realize that she had woken up sobbing and thrashing around until the person that was sleeping next to her was trying to restrain her.
"Don't touch him! Just hurt me, just hurt me," she sobbed.
"Shhh, Hermione, shhh, I'm here, I'm here," soothed Ron, who was cradling his tearful girlfriend and rocking her back and forward.
Hermione finally opened her eyes to see worried blue eyes looking down at her.
"I won't let them hurt you," Hermione whimpered.
"It's okay, I'm alright. I'm fine, we're in my bedroom at the Burrow, see?" he said, pointing at the Chudley Cannon Posters plastered on his wall. Hermione looked around. Sure enough, they were in Ron's room at the Burrow. They were in Ron's bed, wrapped in his Chudley Cannon blanket, with Ron's arms wrapped around her. She buried her head into his shoulder, taking in his scent, while he was stroking her hair.
Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione more tightly. He sighed. I can't believe that she chose me over Harry. He's so much better. Yet, I can't believe that he chose Ginny over her. Who would choose Ginny over this beautiful, intelligent witch? She's utter just perfection.
"Ron?" whispered Hermione, lifting up her head to look into the blue eyes.
"What's the matter?"
And without needing any more permission, he pressed his lips against her soft ones, and kissed her. With every second that went by, Ron could Hermione's fears and worries disappearing. When she broke it off, he felt himself moan as they were both breathing hard. He wanted her so much, but knew he had to wait.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Ron, I don't think that anything but that could have made me feel better."
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