Scars

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A/N: I’m not a fan of the Ron/Hermione pairing at all, and I’m one to picture Ron being abrasive, condescending, and aggressive. Very sorry if anyone is offended by my views, but this is my story and how its flowing. Don’t yell at my Muse either. She’s been very generous to me! Grins

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Hermione woke to the crashing open of the hospital doors. She peeked through her lids to watch a seething Ron walking towards her bed, Ginny following guiltily behind him. She cringed internally at the site he came to see. She was lying on a hospital bed, essentially topless. Her shirt was cut open and her back was bare. What made matters worse was the warm weight she could feel on the bed to her right. She knew Draco had stayed with her. She was still unsure if he was being truthful. But if he wasn’t would he really spend all day in the hospital wing with a muggle-born.

She watched in horror as Ron stomped her to her bed and yelled at Draco. She then heard a smack and a very obvious sound of someone hitting the hospital floor. She tried to get up but winced and cried out in pain instead.

Madam Pomfrey came running out and put a full body bind on Ron. “If you even think about getting out of that, Mr. Weasley, I will be sure to have you banned from school grounds. Do you understand me?” He glared at the older witch.

“Miss Granger, please do not move or you will hurt yourself further. I will be right back with some pain potions.” With that she turned and levitated Draco to a bed of his own. She fixed his broken nose and laid him on his side. Hermione watched tearfully as her friend lay unconscious on the bed beside her.

As Madam Pomfrey bustled back to her office for the pain potions, Ron cleared his throat and Hermione snapped her head at him. She winced at the movement but showed him all the anger and hurt that was in her eyes. “What is your problem?!” He opened his mouth and closed it again. “Me again? I’m the only problem you have? Grow up Ronald. I’m sure Ginny told you what happened. I was attacked by a group of Slytherins, none of which even want to be seen with Draco.” At her speaking of the first name, something in Ron snapped.

“Draco is it?” he seethed. “You little selfish bitch.”

She heard Ginny gasp. “Ron!”

Hermione looked at him in shock. “What the hell have I ever done to you to deserve all this anger?” she said as tears began falling, both from the pain in her back as well as her heart. She sat up slowly, painfully, knowing full well that she would regret it. This was not the Ron she knew. And she was done trying to explain herself to an overprotective, obsessive git. And she told him as much. “I have done nothing. I needed a friend and so did he. That is all that is going on here Weasley.” She said his last name with all the scorn, anger, and pain that she was feeling.

He moved before she realized what had happened. At some point he had gotten out of his full body bind. He lunged at Hermione, smacking her and knocking her over the bed. She landed on the other side flat on her back with a yell and gasp. She watched him walking towards her, the anger coming off in waves. His wand was pointed at her. As he opened his mouth to speak the curse, he collapsed on the floor. Hermione looked up to find Ginny standing with her wand raised, her face white as a sheet.

Madam Pomfrey finally came back out. “The nerve… locking me in my own office… he’ll learn… my threats are true.” She looked at Hermione on the floor in horror. “Oh Gods.” The girl was shaking in pain. She gave Hermione her pain potion and levitated her back into her bed. She then used her wand to conjure ropes and tie up Ron. Hermione couldn’t watch. Her eyes blurred and she closed her eyes to fight against the tears. She wouldn’t cry for him anymore.

Then Ginny came by. “I wrote a letter to Harry to tell him what had happened. Ron found the letter and read it, storming here straight off. I’m so sorry, Hermione. I wasn’t thinking he would do that.” Ginny touched her arm and Hermione’s tears unwillingly fell. They continued to fall for the better part of an hour before there were no more. There was no more left in her.

“It’s not your fault Gin.” She told her friend. She knew it wasn’t Ginny’s fault. It was her own. How could she have been so selfish as to have friends? To be happy? “I’m tired” she said. The red head got the point and headed out. Once she was gone, she pulled her wand from the bedside table and put silencing charms around her bed. She put her head in her pillow and screamed. I’m so over this, she thought.

She was awake the rest of the night. After Madam Pomfrey returned, she rehealed Hermione’s shoulder and applied bruise paste. Once the nurse was in her office, Hermione quietly and very painfully got dressed. She deserved the pain. She made her way out of the hospital wing and tried to decide where to go. The first place people would look was her own quarters and she wouldn’t go to Gryffindor tower and impose on anyone else’s happiness. There was only one place left. Hopefully the castle had repaired itself after the bout of fiendfyre. She walked past the walls three times, thinking I want someplace to hide where no one can find me. She knew that once they did, she would be in St. Mungo’s for sure, but who cared anymore. Maybe she could go crazy enough that it wouldn’t matter.

When the door finally appeared, she approached cautiously, not knowing what to expect. She entered and found a small quiet room. To her right was a desk and wardrobe, to her left a small twin bed with white linens. She walked straight to the bed, laid on her stomach and fell into a deep sleep.