Affliction

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Affliction

Chapter five: Frosty Foreplay

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“HERMIONE IS WHAT?!” Molly screeched, the plate of cookies in her hand that once was a welcoming treat now laid scattered across the floor.

Draco had to suppress his laughter, he thought it was very funny to watch the Weasel hen blow up.

Years ago, during the Order meetings Molly Weasley, would yell and send even Mad-Eye Moody running for the hills, but with all her children known to have infamous hot headed temperaments, he figure the queen Weasel would have to have the worst, how else would she be able to control her litter? Either way, he always got a good laugh at it.

“Molly, you have to calm down and listen, let me explain the whole story,” Blaise pleaded.

Draco frowned, the queen Weasel never asked him to call her Molly, Draco looked at Blaise, since when did he and the Weasley’s become all chummy? He decided he’d have to have another talk with him later; befriending Granger was one thing, but the Weasley’s was on a whole other playing field.

“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT AND LISTEN, WHILE MY DAUGHTER INLAW IS MISSING? SHE’S PROBABLY COLD AND HUNGRY BY NOW,” Molly cried.

Draco chocked down a snort, leave it to the queen Weasel to worry about Granger being cold and hungry, she’s making her sound like a stray cat, but she did have a point; 'Molly Hermione’s missing', probably wasn’t the best way Blaise could have relayed the news to her.

“Well, Molly when you are ready to listen, I’ll explain to you why Hermione was at St. Mungo’s,” Blaise drawled.

Draco became very bored with where this conversation was heading he already knew all the specifics, he began to look around the room in distaste, gods he hated being here. Everything was cluttered with useless rubbish; Every Weasel had a picture hanging on the wall, from various ages of their lives. Even Potter and Granger had pictures up. These people where insane! Seven Weasels weren’t enough for them so they go and adopt other people’s offspring and make them honorary Weasels. He always thought they were trying to make some kind of Weasel cult, he glanced at Blaise and saw that he was trying to bite back words from spilling out of his mouth, he never knew Blaise to hold his tongue for anyone, gods he hoped Blaise wasn’t an honorary Weasel too!
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Hermione sat on the same bench Ignatio left her on. He was a very old man and obviously not in touch with modern society. But still she couldn’t help but find comfort in his olden words. War really does change people; some people for the good and some for the worst.

She and Ron were so young when they started to make those big commitments to each other. They were so young when they lost their virginity to each other. Looking back, it was in no way shape or form the best sexual experience in her life but it was the most intimate. She would never have memories of candles and rose petals when she looked back on her first time, but she would remember how much in love they were. He was clumsy and nervous she was scarred out of her mind but she would never change anything about that night.

She would cherish that night until her last breath. They were supposed to be in their seventh year at Hogwarts; she was supposed to be head girl. Instead they were on the run from Voldemort and his followers all the while searching for missing horcruxes. She noticed Ron had been dancing around the subject for weeks. He would never come right out and ask her or even make an attempt to take it to the next level. But what Ron never knew was that she was pretty much craving for the same thing.

Under usual circumstances she never would attempt to take the initiative at the act of seduction, but she was at a loss. Every second of everyday their lives were on the line. They were outlawed and out casted, every dark wizard known to wizarding kind was looking for them and if it weren’t the death eaters hot on their trail it was the officials working for the newly corrupted Ministry of Magic.

Any wrong move could lead them to their deaths or captured… which would eventually lead them to death. She didn’t want to die without letting Ron know how she felt about him. He knew she loved him because she told him every chance she got, but now she was ready to show him. She was finally ready to make love to the man she held so close to her heart, the man that risked his life for her time after time again; her best friend. So she decided to take matters into her own hands.

(Flashback)

One night she waited until Ron took off to a nearby lake for a bathe and she followed him. She waited for him to strip off his clothes and drift off into the water. She watched as the silver rays of moonlight washed over his pale creamy skin. He looked so relaxed and at ease; a big contrast to his usual air of awkwardness.

She watched his hands rub bath potion up and down each firm arm and then travel down his firm chest to his flat stomach and she gasped. She had never been a girl for big bulky muscles but instead opted for lean firm guys that would complement her tiny frame. That’s one reason that made Ron a perfect choice for her; he was lean, natural and not afraid to be himself.

She knew she had to do this or she would regret it. She took a deep breath and gathered all the Gryffindor courage she had left, took off her bathing robe and proceeded quietly into the murky pond out of his vision. She tried her best to stifle a gasp as she felt the freezing cold water consume her body.

He spun around with his wand drawn. The look he gave her was enough to make her take a few steps back. She was mortified! And cold! And suddenly unsure of what to do next. She watched as recognition lit his face and slowly his eyes started to soften.

Hermione began to shiver from being nervous and from the coldness of the water. She planted her feet firmly to ground incase her Gryffindor courage failed her and she decided to make a quick retreat. The only thing she could hear was the loud repetitious beat of her heart.

She saw the questions shinning in his eyes as he took slow hesitant steps towards her. She felt more than saw him draw near; her body shivered from nerves and a little apprehension. She closed her eyes and unconsciously bit her lip trying to calm her nerves and her body from the delicious responses caused by his body being so near.

She opened her eyes and her breath hitched. His once brilliant bright blue eyes were glazed over to a rich navy blue. The silver moonlight starkly contrasted with his vivid red hair giving him a celestial glow. The bright stars twinkling overhead and the dark blue waters rippling below made a perfect backdrop for the angelic being currently gazing deeply into her eyes.

She nodded, answering his unspoken question and he swiftly swooped down to claim her lips. His kisses were hesitant but reassuring, calming any nervousness she still possessed. He played with her lips, carefully nibbling on her bottom lip. She felt her heartbeat quicken as his soft warm lips gently opened her mouth to him.

She felt his warm breath pour into her mouth, rushing heat down her throat and into her belly waking the butterflies in her stomach; leaving a pool of desire simmering between her thighs in its wake.

She felt his hand slowly move down from her waist and cup her. She moaned as he slipped a finger into her folds and grazed her hearth. Everything felt so much more intense and powerful with his supple touches and fluttering kisses. He reached down and wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped as she felt him rubbing deliciously against her. He reached down a second time to position himself at her entrance.

Hermione was ready; she never felt so wonderful in her life. The pleasure was consuming her and for the first time that year she felt alive. She was drunk with lust and desire when she started to feel a dull sting rapidly taking place of the pleasure that consumed her.

The sting was soon replaced by discomfort which was easily replaced with the most horrific agony. Her heart was ready to burst and her lip started to bleed from her teeth clenching down on it. Her body locked up when Ron resumed his deep thrusting; she pushed down on his shoulders to get him to stop and she cried out when he burrowed down in her deeper.

Tears started pricking her eyes and she gave up and let her head rest on his broad shoulders. She heard his moans and tried to concentrate on willing the pain away. Soon the pain began to mellow and Ron began to speed up. She moaned when a powerful thrust hit her lusciously and then he stopped. She felt the water between her legs turn warm closely followed by a sense of emptiness. Ron was panting heavily in front of her. She started to kiss his neck to get him to keep going. It was just getting good!

She started rocking up and down on him trying to get the friction necessary for her release. She was ecstatic when he started to kiss her again but stifled a groan when he pulled away. He looked down into her eyes and said, “Let’s go back and get some sleep, yeah?”

Hermione looked down into the water, trying to hold her tears at bay, she was upset and disappointed . He gently grabbed her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you, Hermione.” Hermione gave him a watery smile. That was the first time he had ever took the initiative to tell her he loved her first.

“I love you too, Ron.”

(Flashback end)

And she really did! She knew she’d never give up on him even if their first time together wasn’t everything she had dreamt it would be. She was fine with that and would do it again just to see the happiness shine through his memorizing big blue eyes because she loved him. She would cherish that night for the rest of her life.

Hermione started to wipe at the steady stream of tears sliding down her cheeks. She was unsure why she started to cry again but one thing was for sure she had never forgotten that night. That night was the start of the rest of her life; a life full of her compromising what she wanted to make him happy.

She was young then and needed that sort of comfort during the darkest days of her life. So there couldn’t be an excuse now! She was no longer young and she was no longer fighting a dark war. Hermione stood up and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, now with a new motivation. She was going to fix this!

With that inspiration in mind she began to start the cold and lonely hike back to St. Mungo’s.
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Draco couldn’t believe Blaise was still trying to converse with the Weasel queen. After the first twenty minutes of mindless chatter he would have got up and left, let the Weasel queen figure it out by herself. I mean come on how hard is it to understand ‘your daughter in law is missing,’
He was beginning to question his own sanity, because if there was not going to be a show, he was most definitely leaving.

“Molly I understand you want to know everything, but I don’t really think it’s my place to tell you, help us find Hermione and if she wants to, she will explain everything to you,” Blaise pleaded.
Molly looked as if she wanted to say something, but one look into Blaise’s pleading eyes she agreed and nodded her head.

“Then we can see your family clock?” Blaise asked.

Molly shook her head no and said, “It wouldn’t do any good, Ron took Hermione and himself off the clock once they married. He said they would need their privacy.”

Blaise sighed feeling like this was completely a waste of time.

“Then the only other option is to create a search party, Molly can you owl everyone that you know and have them meet here in twenty minutes, Draco please do me a favor and go back to the hospital and see if they found her.”
Draco nodded finally happy some actions were coming into play. “I’ll go back. Where are you going?”
Blaise got up with determination written all over his face and said, “I get to go visit the Weasel.”
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Hermione got back to the hospital exhausted and worn out. The trip into the town’s center didn’t seem that long at first but anybody without a wand heading back to St. Mungo’s was up for a grueling and vigorous trip, especially since the outer diameter of the town sat on soaring hills and the town’s center was located in a deep vast valley. The trip didn’t get much better once she finally arrived at St. Mungo’s. She stepped into the foyer and was immediately swamped by S.M.S (St. Mungo’s safeguard) officials.

She didn’t know whether to be happy that the long hike was over or to be terrified of the three burly men physically confining her. One of the big brawny men guided her to a chair off the side of the foyer and physically sat her in it.

“Well, I certainly hope your happy Granger or should I call you weasel?” A cool voice wafted down the hall.
Hermione looked up to see the cocky blond leaning against the wall directly in front of her. “You again? What do you want?” She sneered.

Draco straightened up and rolled his eyes. “I’m here to take you to your husband’s little ancestral hovel where all the other little weasels are gathered swamped with grief over the suicidal weasel running away.” He sneered.

“You will do no such thing! I’ll stay here until Blaise comes and get me or the hospital gives me my wand back.” Hermione huffed

In two steps Draco was in front of her and snatching her out of her chair.

“I don’t care what you think you are going to do! I’m tired of saving your arse and I’m tired of you pitying yourself! Blaise hasn’t slept since you’ve been admitted into this hospital! He’s been worrying himself sick over you! We are going to that hovel, you are going to apologize to Blaise and get yourself together! Because if you really would have succeeded yesterday, Blaise wouldn’t have been too far behind you and I refuse to let anything happen to him because he was worried over you!”

Hermione looked down. She hadn’t realized how all of this might have been affecting Blaise. He was the only real friend she had as of lately and she hated herself for causing him so much pain. After all he had done for her over the past few years; he definitely didn’t deserve this, especially not from her. She looked back up, held out her hand and said, “Lead the way.”
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Blaise stepped out of the fire place and into a hotel foyer the Chudley Canons were currently staying at. He walked up to the reception desk located in the middle of the foyer and said, “I would like to see Mr. Weasely, please!”

“And may I ask who you are?” The receptionist inquired.

“You may tell Weasley that Blaise Zabini is here to inform him of a family emergency.”

“Well I’m sorry but Mr. Weasley is not in at the moment. If you would like to leave him a note I will personal make sure he gets it.”

“I'll wait.”

He spotted an arm chair on the far corner of the foyer and made himself comfortable. He would be more than happy to wait for the Weasel. He hadn’t seen him personally, since before Hermione’s ‘accident’ and he had a few choice words for the dumb arse.

Luckily for him he didn’t have to wait long. Ron Weasely and all his weasel glory came walking through the front entrance with none other than Lavender Brown hanging off of his arm.
Blaise stood up and stormed across the room to the couple publicly groping each other.

“You’re a disgrace Weasley!”

Ron turned around to face Blaise a sneer quickly gracing his face. “I see Hermione sent you here to see what I’ve been up to!”

“No, I came here to inform you that your wife is missing but I can see you have other things holding your attention!”

Ron rolled his eyes, laughed and said, “Is that what this is all about? She’s grown, she’s not missing. She probably just doesn’t want to be around you.”

Blaise kept his hands firmly pressed into his sides. His fist had the strangest yearning to be connected to Weasely’s face. He wasn’t going to stick around any longer it was obvious that the Weasel was selfish enough not to care that his wife is missing and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him where his wife was missing from, with Brown clutching onto his arm. He would never give that woman any information to paint Hermione in a bad light. So he turned on his heels and left with parting words of, “Karma’s a bitch Weasley and I’ll be in the front row watching when she fucks you over.”

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