Ron's Secret *COMPLETE*
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,255
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part five: Correcting Hermione
They had come home shortly after that. Ron was pretending to be asleep, hoping that Harry wouldn’t notice anything wrong about his owl. He didn’t say anything until a few days later.
Ron had been eating supper, when Harry came downstairs. He had looked confused, and a little worried. “Has anyone noticed anything strange about Hedwig lately?”
Hermione looked up immediately. Ron almost choked on his dinner. Coughing, he replied, “what do you mean?”
“She’s not moving, and her head – it looks different, like it’s backwards or something…”
“That’s ridiculous,” Ron said quickly, ignoring Hermione’s glare. “I’m sure you’re just overreacting.”
“And that’s not all…she smells awful…”
“You’re probably just feeding her too much,” Ron insisted.
But Hermione wouldn’t leave him alone. “Are you sure you don’t know what’s wrong with Hedwig?” she asked coldly.
“I have no idea,” he lied as he finished the rest of his supper. He threw his dishes in the sink and went outside for a walk.
But Hermione had refused to let him walk away. She followed Ron outside into the garden. “Ron, what the hell did you do to Harry’s owl?”
“I told you, I didn’t do anything!” he snapped as he walked faster. Hermione ran after him.
“I saw Hedwig. Someone has put a dark curse on her. This is serious, Ron, what did you do?”
Angrily, he turned around. “It was just a stunning curse, okay? I didn’t do anything else. It was just a strong curse, it’s not my fault I’m such a powerful wizard.”
“That’s bullshit,” Hermione yelled. “Hedwig is dead. She hasn’t been moving for days!”
Ron froze. She couldn’t be dead. It was just a stunning spell. Sure, he had chopped her head off and all, but she was a magical owl. She couldn’t die. No, she wasn’t dead. “You’re lying,” he said quietly.
“This has gone on far enough. That’s it, I’m telling Harry!”
But before she could turn around, Ron punched her in the mouth. Blood cascaded down her face as she tried to scream, but Ron cupped his hand to her mouth. “I told you not to say anything. I told you not to interfere. I told you we’re in love. But you didn’t listen, did you? You filthy mudblood. This is for your own fucking good.”
With this he twisted her neck brutally and she fell lifelessly into his arms.
Ron dragged her body into the woods. He considered taking her right there; violating that muggle-born bitch, stealing her virginity…She deserved it, of course, sticking her mudblood nose into matters where it didn’t belong. But Ron decided against it. He didn’t need her. Hedwig was the only one for her, the one who would take his virginity.
Ron roughly threw Hermione’s corpse into a nearby river. He cleaned his bloody hands in the water and made his way back home. Now there would be no one to keep him away from Hedwig. If anyone did try, they could lie next to Hermione’s body in the river.
“Where’s Hermione?” they had asked him when he returned to the Burrow.
“She wouldn’t mind her own business. So I corrected her. She went home.”
Ron had been eating supper, when Harry came downstairs. He had looked confused, and a little worried. “Has anyone noticed anything strange about Hedwig lately?”
Hermione looked up immediately. Ron almost choked on his dinner. Coughing, he replied, “what do you mean?”
“She’s not moving, and her head – it looks different, like it’s backwards or something…”
“That’s ridiculous,” Ron said quickly, ignoring Hermione’s glare. “I’m sure you’re just overreacting.”
“And that’s not all…she smells awful…”
“You’re probably just feeding her too much,” Ron insisted.
But Hermione wouldn’t leave him alone. “Are you sure you don’t know what’s wrong with Hedwig?” she asked coldly.
“I have no idea,” he lied as he finished the rest of his supper. He threw his dishes in the sink and went outside for a walk.
But Hermione had refused to let him walk away. She followed Ron outside into the garden. “Ron, what the hell did you do to Harry’s owl?”
“I told you, I didn’t do anything!” he snapped as he walked faster. Hermione ran after him.
“I saw Hedwig. Someone has put a dark curse on her. This is serious, Ron, what did you do?”
Angrily, he turned around. “It was just a stunning curse, okay? I didn’t do anything else. It was just a strong curse, it’s not my fault I’m such a powerful wizard.”
“That’s bullshit,” Hermione yelled. “Hedwig is dead. She hasn’t been moving for days!”
Ron froze. She couldn’t be dead. It was just a stunning spell. Sure, he had chopped her head off and all, but she was a magical owl. She couldn’t die. No, she wasn’t dead. “You’re lying,” he said quietly.
“This has gone on far enough. That’s it, I’m telling Harry!”
But before she could turn around, Ron punched her in the mouth. Blood cascaded down her face as she tried to scream, but Ron cupped his hand to her mouth. “I told you not to say anything. I told you not to interfere. I told you we’re in love. But you didn’t listen, did you? You filthy mudblood. This is for your own fucking good.”
With this he twisted her neck brutally and she fell lifelessly into his arms.
Ron dragged her body into the woods. He considered taking her right there; violating that muggle-born bitch, stealing her virginity…She deserved it, of course, sticking her mudblood nose into matters where it didn’t belong. But Ron decided against it. He didn’t need her. Hedwig was the only one for her, the one who would take his virginity.
Ron roughly threw Hermione’s corpse into a nearby river. He cleaned his bloody hands in the water and made his way back home. Now there would be no one to keep him away from Hedwig. If anyone did try, they could lie next to Hermione’s body in the river.
“Where’s Hermione?” they had asked him when he returned to the Burrow.
“She wouldn’t mind her own business. So I corrected her. She went home.”