Freedom

A/N: This is the next chapter in my little story here. I was originally only going to make this story 5 or 6 chapters long and we're already on chapter 7 and I still have a few more things to happen, so it's obviously going to be a bit longer than that.

With that said, I am moving to Scotland at the end of this week, so this may or may not be the last post before I move (hint review hint). It may take me a little bit to settle in, but I will still try to write as often as I can for my wonderful readers and reviewers.

Now, for the chapter!

Beware! There is some Dark-Ron violence in this chapter.

Chapter 7

When Hermione finally agreed with the boys that it wouldn’t be too bad to have Jessica watch the three of them have sex later in the week, she reluctantly admitted that it was time for her to go home because she had been procrastinating far too long and Ron was sure to get suspicious soon.

She hugged and kissed Charlie goodbye and left him with his partner in the tiny office. Draco followed her out with Jamie. When they arrived back at her office, she hugged and kissed him as well, but before he left she asked him softly. “Draco?”

“Yes, babe?” he asked, staring into her eyes like she was the only thing holding him on this earth.

“Do you think…could you do an impermeable charm on…on my stomach?”

Draco looked confused for a moment, but then looked down at her stomach. “If the Weasel hurts our baby, I swear to Merlin I’ll rip his throat out,” he said in a dark voice, putting a protective hand over her stomach.

“If you do the charm, he won’t be able to hurt it,” Hermione whispered. She hated not being able to do certain magic. But when Ron told her that she couldn’t perform a certain spell on herself, then she wasn’t allowed to perform that spell on herself.

“I can put it on your whole body, Hermione, then he can’t hurt you.”

“It’s too suspicious,” she murmured.

“Who cares about suspicious anymore, Hermione!? I don’t want him to hurt you anymore, I don’t want you to come back to us tomorrow with bruises. I just want you safe and away from him. Just tell him that something happened to Jamie and you have to stay at the hospital overnight or something! Just get away from him for this last night.”

Hermione looked down. “I can’t do that, Draco. I can’t lie to him.” He had forbid it.

Draco looked at her quizzically. “Then how does he not know about us?”

Hermione smiled. “Withholding information is not lying, Draco. He’s never specifically asked me if I was cheating on him. He’s never asked me if Jamie was his son. I’m not going to volunteer that information.”

He smiled a little but then frowned. “I still don’t want you to go.”

Hermione leaned forward and kissed him fully on the mouth. “Just one more night, Draco. One more night and we’ll be free to live the rest of our lives together. Plus, if I leave now, then I won’t be able to get any of my stuff from the house and Ron might go somewhere else, which means it would be harder to serve him tomorrow. It’ll be easier if we know right where he is, and he’ll stay there if I’m there.”

She knew Draco saw her logic as he finally acquiesced. He murmured the impermeable spell on her stomach and she felt instantly better knowing that anything that Ron did tonight could not harm her baby.

“Mummy! I’m hungry!” Jamie pouted. He was sitting in her office chair, playing with a quill.

“Okay, honey, let’s go home then,” she said with a smile. She grabbed him up in her arms. “Bye, Draco. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He smiled sadly. “You better still be in one piece, or I will kill him.”

“I can only hope,” she smiled, kissing him lightly on the nose and with one more sad sigh, apparated home.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Well, it’s about bloody time,” Ron said from the sofa as soon as Hermione apparated into their living room with Jamie.

“I’m sorry, Ron. Harry and I had a lot of things to go over. And Jamie needed to be picked up because the babysitter’s boyfriend broke his shoulder.”

“I don’t care, Hermione. Just get upstairs.”

“Not yet, Ron. Jamie needs to be fed.” It was amazing how he always completely ignored or forgot about Jamie, even if he was standing right there. “Then I’ll put him to bed and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

“Quickly, then,” he said angrily. “Don’t take three hours to make him dinner like you did the other night. I have a lot planned for you tonight.”

Hermione groaned but acquiesced. She took Jamie into the kitchen and made them some broccoli rice and chocolate pudding. She smiled and laughed with her son as he talked about his day with ‘Uncle Dwaco’ and when he finally started nodding off into his half-eaten pudding, she took him upstairs to his bedroom and laid him down to go to sleep. “Night, honey,” she said. “Remember, stay where you are no matter what you hear.”

Hermione said that to him nearly every night that Ron was home. She didn’t want her son running into her bedroom wondering why she was screaming and seeing what Ron did to her. It wouldn’t be good for his young mind. He didn’t need to see that. “I love you, mummy,” he said with a smile as he tucked into his comforter.

“I love you, too, Jamie, so much.” She kissed his forehead, blew out the candles and closed the door behind her.

Now to face Ron. As she walked to their bedroom, she decided that tonight was not going to be like all the other nights. Tonight, she was not going to just do what he told her. She was going to fight back with every ounce of her strength. She was going to hurt him. She would bite, claw, kick until he gave her no choice but to be still. She smiled.

She opened the door to the bedroom and Ron was laying shirtless on the bed, his (rather small) cock jutting upwards, making a tent out of his trousers. He looked over at her and smirked. “I think we’ll start with a nice blowjob,” he said in humoured voice. “Get over here and give me one.”

Though the magical bonds on her that told her to do his every will were pulling her in his direction, she said loudly, “Fuck off, Ron.”

He sat up. “What did you say to me?”

With his concentration broken, she could move away from him. She backed up against the wall by the door. “I said, fuck off. I’m not going to go willingly anymore.”

He got up off of the bed and with a determined stride, walked right up to her. His tall frame crashed hers against the wall, small cracks signifying broken ribs. It wasn’t at all like the pleasurable way that she had been against the wall earlier today, especially as Ron’s hand enclosed around her throat. “I don’t like your tone, Hermione. Do you not remember that you’re my wife?” he asked in sadistic tone. Hermione’s throat hurt as she tried to breathe, but his hand was getting tighter around her neck. Her fists pounded against his chest but they were almost completely ineffectual as his chest was almost solid muscle. She felt his booted foot move against her shoeless one, trapping it against the hard wall.

“What’re you doing?” she asked with the last of her breath. He released her throat a little and she took in another deep breath. He looked down to her foot.

“Did you know that the ankle bone is one of the hardest in the body?” he said with a laugh. Her foot was sitting lengthwise against the wall now, so that her ankle was between his boot and the wall. He caressed the bone lightly with the heel of his boot and then before she even realised what he was doing, he gave it a sharp kick, like one would kick a football, and Hermione felt her anklebone shatter as it was smashed between his foot and the wall. She screamed louder than she felt was possible, her whole leg blossoming with pain far greater than she had felt at the hands of Ron. Yes, he was angry tonight, and this was just the beginning.

She would have collapsed, but his hand was still tight around her neck. “You see, Hermione? I am your husband, as soon as you said ‘I do,’ you gave yourself to me. I own you.”

She shook her head and tried to punch him again. Her forehead was covered in sweat from trying not to scream again. She was being held up by her one good leg and his hand around her neck. Finally, he took his hand off her throat and she collapsed to the ground. “Good. That’s perfect,” he said and she realised she was on her knees, exactly where he wanted her. “Now, when I tell you to suck my cock,” he said, grabbing a handful of her hair in his hand. “You suck my cock.”

Hermione heard the door creak open and knew that Jamie must have heard her scream and come to investigate, even though she had told him not to. She was about to tell him to go back to his room when Ron was suddenly thrown across the room to slam against the other wall.

“If you ever touch her again, I swear to Merlin and the Saints, I will not only kill you, Ron, I will kill you slowly!” Hermione saw Harry walk into the room. He turned to her. “Are you okay, Hermione?”

“I’ll live,” she said, rubbing her bruised neck. “Why are you here?” she asked.

He pulled some papers out of his pocket. “I stayed late to put them through myself. Draco said you came back here so I thought I’d get over here as soon as possible.”

“Oh, Merlin, Harry,” Hermione almost cried.

Harry walked across the room to stand in front of the man that had been torturing his best friend for six years now. “You know, it makes me sick to even think that I was friends with you once. You do nothing more than hurt the one woman who could have loved you. Just because you have absolutely no self-esteem doesn’t mean that you have to take it out on her. You get it up knowing that you’re hurting her, don’t you, you sadistic fuck?”

“You’re interrupting, Harry. Get away and leave me with my wife,” Ron said in a hard voice, though he couldn’t move because of the spell that Harry had put on him.

“I will get away, but I’m taking your wife with me,” he said. “Ron Weasley?”

“Yeah?” Ron asked petulantly.

He shoved the papers against Ron’s chest. “Consider yourself served.”

As soon as Harry said the words, Hermione felt all of the wards, all of the things that Ron had told her she couldn’t do, lift. She was free of having to do what he said. Free of his torture, of his pain, of his sadistic tendencies and low self-esteem issues. She could do whatever she wanted again. She didn’t have any rules and regulations by which to live her life. And even as she was kneeling on the hardwood floor with a shattered ankle, a few broken ribs and bruises covering her neck, she was the happiest she had been in a very long time.

“What do you mean, served?”

“Hermione is suing you for divorce,” Harry said, walking back over to her and pulling her to her feet. When she stumbled, he picked her up into his arms. “Get everything together, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Jamie,” she said.

Harry smiled. “He’s already getting his stuff together,” he said.

Hermione pulled out her wand and made everything in the house that was hers shrink to a much smaller size and she fit it all comfortably into a small suitcase, which she then shrunk as well and put into her pocket. Jamie came in the room a couple minutes later, pulling his small suitcase behind him. Hermione smiled as she shrunk that as well and he put it in his pocket.

“There is no divorce in the wizarding world! You can’t leave, Hermione. I forbid it!” Ron said angrily, still against the wall unable to move.

“You don’t control my magic anymore, Ron,” she said with a big smile. “Which means I could hurt you very much right now, but I’m going to be the bigger person.”

“Oh, and Ron?” Harry said. “There’s also a restraining order there. If you come within fifty metres of either Hermione or Jamie, you’ll be sent to Azkaban until the trial.”

Ron’s eyes widened and Harry laughed as he carried Hermione out of the bedroom and downstairs. He grabbed Jamie’s hand and apparated the three of them to St. Mungo’s.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Draco, Charlie, Harry and Jamie were all sitting together in the waiting room at St Mungo’s. Charlie and Draco were trying to fill out her paperwork and Harry was playing a hand game with Jamie. “Kelly!” Jamie suddenly shouted.

Kelly smiled as she walked up to them. “Hey, Jamie,” she said. “Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley, Mr Potter.”

They laughed slightly at the formality. “How’s your boyfriend?” Draco asked.

“Well, apparently he broke a lot more than his shoulder, the liar. He fell about 15 metres and smashed up just about everything on his body. I’ve been here for hours filling out paperwork,” she pointed to the quill scribbling things across a piece of parchment at another table. “So what brings you all here? Is Mrs Weasley okay?”

“She has a broken ankle, and a couple broken ribs,” Charlie said angrily.

“Ron again?” she asked knowingly. They all looked shocked. “Look, I may be only eighteen, but I’m not stupid.” She smiled. “Isn’t that right, Jamie? I know who your real daddy is.” She gave Charlie a look.

“Okay,” Charlie said with a smile. “So you’re not stupid.”

Hermione came out a couple moments later, still limping slightly. Draco and Charlie were immediately up and by her side. “How is it?” “Are you going to be okay?”

“He said it’ll be a little stiff for a couple of days, but it should be fine. Maybe a little off, but I can still walk on it,” she smiled.

Draco grabbed her in a big hug. “I’m just glad Potter got there before he could do anything more to you.”

“Me, too,” Charlie said.

“My pleasure,” Harry laughed, obviously thinking of the look on Ron’s face. He had also gotten up to surround Hermione and Jamie was trying to get between Draco and Hermione.

“Mummy! Mummy! My potion worked!” he was saying.

Hermione bent her knees and looked at him. “Did it?” she asked.

“Umhum! Uncle Dwaco said me and you are living wit dem. Ron go buhbye!”

“You’re absolutely right, Jamie. Your potion did work. It worked amazingly,” she said, kissing him on the forehead and giving him a tight hug.

“Let’s go home,” Charlie said with a big smile.

“I like the way that sounds,” Hermione said.

“Me, too,” Draco said.

Draco and Charlie both shook Harry’s hand and thanked him over and over. They invited him over anytime he wanted and made a plan for a dinner later in the week with Ginny and the girls, as well as Kelly and her boyfriend.

Finally, they all apparated back to Charlie and Draco’s flat, Jamie immediately putting his stuff in his bedroom and Hermione putting hers in Draco and Charlie’s. Hermione put Jamie to bed, since it was now well past when he should have gone to bed. They had been at the hospital for a long time; it was now past two in the morning.

When Hermione walked back into Charlie and Draco’s bedroom, they were already stripping and crawling into bed. She smiled as they collapsed against the sheets. She felt the same way, completely exhausted. And yet she was absolutely excited at the same time. She was free. She still had to go to trial to actually divorce him, but right now he couldn’t control her anymore and that was one of the most liberating feelings in the world.

She pulled off her own clothes, noticing as the boys took notice, then she crawled into bed between them, both of them throwing an arm around her and snuggling close to her. She smiled. This would always be the best feeling in the world. It was even better than the sex. Just falling asleep with them wrapped around her. It made her feel cherished and loved and now she could feel that way every night, not just on the weekends.

Draco and Charlie both suddenly hugged her tightly and said at the same time: “You’re finally ours,” with a sigh.

They all laughed as they realised that they must have all had the revelation at the same time. Hermione kissed both of them fully on the mouths. “Yes I am.”