Dear Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,920
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Dear Diary,
I just got you as a birthday present from my bestfriend, Ginny. I guess she's noticed I’ve been quiet lately.
I can't help it.
If you don't have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all, that’s what my mum always used to say.
I've been married for almost eight months, and I never thought I would end up like this. Actually nobody would have guessed I would end up like this.
I wasn't popular, but I was still well liked.
Hell, I was head girl.
If someone had told me that this is how I would have ended up, then I would have laughed in their face.
Never in million years would I have guessed this.
I'm five months pregnant, but that still does not stop him from abusing me.
Anything and everything I do pisses him off.
He loves me; well at least I used to think so.
He works for the ministry with his dad.
I remember how happy he was when he got the letter that offered him the job; I loved him so much.
We married two months after we graduated from Hogwart’s; we had been dating since fifth year.
Yeah, sure we had fights, but by the gods he surly covered his temper well in school.
After we got married, we had been so happy, everything was great.
I have a job at the ministry too.
Did you know people call me the smartest witch of this century?
I don't believe that for a second.
I work as a researcher, so I get to stay as close as I can to my favorite things in the world, Books!
It’s amazing how much damage a little book can do.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling.
The problems between us started a month after we married.
I guess he had had a bad day at work, I was cooking and I told him to wash up because supper was almost ready.
He slapped me, right across the face.
The force of the slap made me fall to the floor.
He was so much bigger then me, I was so scared.
I didn’t know what the hell I’d done wrong.
He apologized a thousand times that night, he even cried a little.
This had never happened before so I let it go, I loved him very much back then.
I hoped he would never hit me again.
And he never did.
The next time he punched me, breaking my nose.
The time after that he pushed me to the floor and kicked me in the stomach.
And every time he hurt me he cried.
Always the same explanation, it was an accident.
I kept hoping that he’d stop…
But he never did.
The worse was yet to come.
He came home drunk one night, and he… he… he threw me on to our bed and raped me.
I still feel him, never had anything ever hurt like that, I cried, begging him to stop, he didn’t.
He just kept saying I deserved it for being better then him, and that I should learn my place.
That was how I got pregnant; I got pregnant by being raped by my own husband.
The next morning he didn’t even remember.
When I told him I was pregnant, he took another approach in teaching me my place.
He uses me and makes me do things to him that I’d never in my worst nightmares thought of doing.
He uses me like I’m a rag doll, but he doesn’t hit.
I’ve learned the hard way not to fight back; he even threatened to snap my wand.
I have four months to go before I have my baby.
I want to run away, but I’m scared that he’ll beat me up, baby or no baby.
So I wait.
After I have this baby I’m running away.
He’ll never find us.
He’s not that smart.
I just pray that I can make it the last four months of my pregnancy.
He seems to have fun making me do things that no person in their right mind would do.
He’s getting worse.
Last night he made me suck his penis and before he climaxed he turned me around and buried it all the way up my ass. After he found his pleasure, he pulled himself out and made me lick him clean. The taste was disgusting but I knew better than to fight him.
I’ve never thrown up so much in my life.
He’s at work right now, I don’t know what he’d do if he found this.
I must keep this diary safe.
He must never know that I’m leaving him; he’ll kill me.
I wonder if my child will have red hair like it’s father, Ron Weasley.
I have to go start supper, if it’s not ready for when he gets home then I know I’ll be punished.
Everything I do, I do for the child growing inside me.
Until next time
Sincerely yours
Hermione Weasley
Dear Diary,
I just got you as a birthday present from my bestfriend, Ginny. I guess she's noticed I’ve been quiet lately.
I can't help it.
If you don't have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all, that’s what my mum always used to say.
I've been married for almost eight months, and I never thought I would end up like this. Actually nobody would have guessed I would end up like this.
I wasn't popular, but I was still well liked.
Hell, I was head girl.
If someone had told me that this is how I would have ended up, then I would have laughed in their face.
Never in million years would I have guessed this.
I'm five months pregnant, but that still does not stop him from abusing me.
Anything and everything I do pisses him off.
He loves me; well at least I used to think so.
He works for the ministry with his dad.
I remember how happy he was when he got the letter that offered him the job; I loved him so much.
We married two months after we graduated from Hogwart’s; we had been dating since fifth year.
Yeah, sure we had fights, but by the gods he surly covered his temper well in school.
After we got married, we had been so happy, everything was great.
I have a job at the ministry too.
Did you know people call me the smartest witch of this century?
I don't believe that for a second.
I work as a researcher, so I get to stay as close as I can to my favorite things in the world, Books!
It’s amazing how much damage a little book can do.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling.
The problems between us started a month after we married.
I guess he had had a bad day at work, I was cooking and I told him to wash up because supper was almost ready.
He slapped me, right across the face.
The force of the slap made me fall to the floor.
He was so much bigger then me, I was so scared.
I didn’t know what the hell I’d done wrong.
He apologized a thousand times that night, he even cried a little.
This had never happened before so I let it go, I loved him very much back then.
I hoped he would never hit me again.
And he never did.
The next time he punched me, breaking my nose.
The time after that he pushed me to the floor and kicked me in the stomach.
And every time he hurt me he cried.
Always the same explanation, it was an accident.
I kept hoping that he’d stop…
But he never did.
The worse was yet to come.
He came home drunk one night, and he… he… he threw me on to our bed and raped me.
I still feel him, never had anything ever hurt like that, I cried, begging him to stop, he didn’t.
He just kept saying I deserved it for being better then him, and that I should learn my place.
That was how I got pregnant; I got pregnant by being raped by my own husband.
The next morning he didn’t even remember.
When I told him I was pregnant, he took another approach in teaching me my place.
He uses me and makes me do things to him that I’d never in my worst nightmares thought of doing.
He uses me like I’m a rag doll, but he doesn’t hit.
I’ve learned the hard way not to fight back; he even threatened to snap my wand.
I have four months to go before I have my baby.
I want to run away, but I’m scared that he’ll beat me up, baby or no baby.
So I wait.
After I have this baby I’m running away.
He’ll never find us.
He’s not that smart.
I just pray that I can make it the last four months of my pregnancy.
He seems to have fun making me do things that no person in their right mind would do.
He’s getting worse.
Last night he made me suck his penis and before he climaxed he turned me around and buried it all the way up my ass. After he found his pleasure, he pulled himself out and made me lick him clean. The taste was disgusting but I knew better than to fight him.
I’ve never thrown up so much in my life.
He’s at work right now, I don’t know what he’d do if he found this.
I must keep this diary safe.
He must never know that I’m leaving him; he’ll kill me.
I wonder if my child will have red hair like it’s father, Ron Weasley.
I have to go start supper, if it’s not ready for when he gets home then I know I’ll be punished.
Everything I do, I do for the child growing inside me.
Until next time
Sincerely yours
Hermione Weasley