Horizon

Hello my darlings, here I'm with a new story (I haven't forgot about the other ones, it's just my muse is totally ignoring then, I don't promise anything, but I'll try to update as soon as possible). This one is totally diffrent just because a Harry X Hermione. So on with the story.......


*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*
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Horizon


Hermione Weasley was walking through Diagon alley with a small smile on her lips for the people who still treating her as a goddess by the part she played in the war.

And that she wasn’t, she was just a simple gal, who fought side by side with her best friends for what was right, it has been six years since the day Tom Marvolo Riddle was no more.

People was still remembering the losses but moving on, and trying hard as hell to maintain the peace brought by all the faithful warriors of the light.

Hermione turned to Knockturn Alley, she needed some things for research, once a bookworm always a bookworm, which was her personal joke, and Gods she needed a lot of those.
Because even though she looked the same on the outside, on the inside, well that’s a whole different story. Her wand vibrate on her sleeve, quickly she turned on a corner and answer the message.

“Where the hell are you!? How dare you be gone? And where is my food?!! Appartate home immediately!” was the angry message from her 3 and half years husband, Ronald Weasley.
Forgetting completely why she have come in the first place, she hurried herself through the narrow alley and out to nearest appartation point.

“Home, Sweet Home” she whispered bitterly sarcastic, with a turn on the doorknob she was inside the little flat in the middle of London city, as immediate as she crossed the doorframe a rough hand took her by her curly mane.

“Where in the bloody hell have you been?” He snarled, the alcohol in his breath ever present, she didn’t felt anything anymore, how many times have he done that over the past years, she have really lost count.

“Diagon Alley” She whimpered not even trying to pray away from his grip “I was trying to refill the potions stock, I’m sorry”

He let go of her hair, and she took a deep breath, ‘well, that went well’ she thought then scowling at herself, she was pathetic, like come on she fought Death Eaters and still could make any of them piss their pants with her wand and spelling skills yet here she was taking his insults, his beatings and going on like nothing was happening.

She was a little zoned out, when he snapped his fingers in front of her “What are you waiting to get me my food?” she just blinked and move away from him as fast as possible into the kitchen.

Half an hour later a buffet was sprawled on the table, just for him, the damn bottle of whiskey by his side, maybe he’ll drink his pathetic arse into oblivion. Hermione sat away from him watching as he pigged on the food ‘why won’t he just choke on that turkey leg and die’ oh that would be just too perfect. Suddenly she felt the wave of nausea coming up and stormed away from the room and the little food she had eaten that day was gone, never to return, just like each minute she spend on the same room with her ‘oh so sweet’ husband, He didn’t even move to ask if she was okay, she was married to a piece of troll shite. Hermione just washed her face with cold water a return just to pick up a book and staring to read.

But soon felt the tome leaving her hands and she was pulled up by the hair what has she done wrong this time?

She trembled at his touch she wanted to vomit again; he stunk of alcohol, food and cheap woman perfume “Ron you smell! And of another whore’s perfume!”

Wrong thing to say, a hand came down on her cheek so hard it bust her bottom lip and send her to the floor on running, she what was coming so she tried to crawl out of his grasp but he took her right foot on a vice grip and pulled her to him, he sat on her thighs immobilizing her, then another slap came her way “You bitch, you are going to respect me!”

“Ron please don’t hurt me, please” she wasn’t feeling well and those smell made her now empty tummy spin inside her, it was just foul, just like him. He pulled her head back a took the bruised lip between his, pushing his tongue inside her unwilling mouth, so he took her clothes and made it rags in mere seconds, then he pulled of his pants and without preparing her for the intrusion, he parted her legs and took his erection in the other hand, the tip of his cock at her dry entrance, he bent down and whispered.

“This is for your own good, sweetheart” with this he pushed his length inside her, making her howl in pain, he was now holding her down so she wouldn’t trash on the floor where he was roughly taking her, her pleas and cries to stop only made him be rougher almost animalistic, but she could bet that even beast where gentler when it comes to this, he was now kneading at her breast bruising them too, twisting the sensitive nipples painfully, thrusting in and out of her body like if it was a fuck hole.

She have forgot how long a drunk person can go on without cumming, he had slapped her some more, pushed her legs to her chest so he could go deeper in her, it made her sick, she was been rape by her own husband, by the man who swore to protect and respect and love till death do them apart. Why was he doing this then?

At last with a grunt and sharp nails digging holes on Hermione’s hips he came, standing he commanded her “Lick me clean wife” but she didn’t even move, it was as she couldn’t hear him “I said Lick me clean, Bitch!” but there was no response, so to get a reaction he kick her, hard on the side at least breaking a rib in the process she scream in pain and this angered him beyond reason “so you won’t answer me unless I hurt you bitch, well then take this…” he started the beating, kicks, punches and curses when she tried to run and defend herself. She felt something wrong, a sharp pain running all over her body like nothing she have ever experience, then darkness. Blissful darkness.


When Hermione woke up again, she was yet on the now bloodied floor, alone in the flat and the pain that hasn’t gone away, she crawled to the fireplace and unlocks her line of the floo network, summoning her wand and a summer dress, with a lot of effort she put it on and threw floo powder onto the fireplace the hoarse command before disappearing through the green flames “Emergency Room, St. Mungos”


Draco Malfoy was pacing in the hallway of St. Mungos, he was anxious of the answer to his two and half year’s wife, Astoria, mood swings and sickness. What if she was dying, he couldn’t bear that, she has become the light of his eyes and if something happen to her, he would surely die of a broken heart.

He was so distracted with pessimist thoughts and trying to discharged them hi didn’t notice the broken doll passing behind him, with the help of a queer looking medi-wizard, whispering “I promise to make the pain go away”

But he did notice where he was taking the oddly walking girl, his wife room “Hey where do you think you are going with that rag doll?” he asked, his anxiety talking for him.
The medi-wizard turned his head sharply at him “this is a patient is in more need of help than your wife, believe me Mr. Malfoy” at this statement the rag doll stiffed in the medi-wizard’s arms.

“Does she knows me?” he thought in a whisper, she have to because why else will that broken girl stiff at the mention of his last name.

What Draco saw next made his insides churn in disgust; there was a trail of blood, disappearing quickly with the auto-cleaning system of the hospital ward. ‘What had happen to her?’ he thought curiously, that until someone snapped him out of his stupor.

“Mr. Malfoy you can go in now” said a short medi-witch with a stern face but beautiful features, like a doll. Damn that woman, he didn’t even knew if he knew her and she already have made sure he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Shyly he went through the door, looking at his smiling wife ‘what was she smiling about?’ before he made his entire way to his wife’s bed, he saw the draw curtains of the next and only bed left in the huge room.

“Love, how are you?” he asked taking her hand, the dark haired woman raised a thin elegant eyebrow at her husband.

“Do you feel well husband?” her features unreadable and Draco hide behind his mask again, just to see her smile at him, she was joking “Are you ready?”

“What is it Astoria?” he was desperate and she was just making it worse.

“We’re pregnant!” she said in a un-lady like squeal, Draco frowned at this just to chuckled.

“I think all this while in St. Mungos is affecting my hearing Sweetheart, because I could have sworn you say you are pregnant, Mental, Right?” at her serious expression, Draco paled “You Are? We Are Going To…ah” he couldn’t finish, because he had just been hit by a huge bus called “Parenthood”

“Draco, Draco!” called out a half amused, half worried Astoria.

Hermione was in excruciating pain, and she felt very vocal about it, the medi-wizard who helped her just reassured her that she will be alright, they have tried to sedate her but it has no effect her magic won’t let the healer near with any sedative: spell or potion.

She was crying out loud, something was trying to come out and she didn’t want to let it, she was scared but the scariest thing was she was alone.

“Let go, Hermione, Just let go” It was a familiar voice, then she saw him was there clad in white with a beaming smile and holding her hand “It will be okay, Mimi”

“Fred, I’m scared” she whimpered

“Don’t be I’m here with you, alright?” then he did what she has so long ago have not seen, he smirking mischievously “and besides the worst thing that could happen would be you joining me here, and that wouldn’t be so horrible, uh or would it?”

She squeezed his hand, it was warm and calming, when she searched his blue eyes again he nodded and whispered “Let it go”

This time she did feeling the ripping sensation in her insides something squishy and sticky was running down the inside of her thighs, her pained screams send some of the healers running with tears at the anguish soul in front of them.

After an hour stabilizing her, the group of Healers, medi-witches and wizards went out of the half of the room where one Hermione Weasley and one Astoria Malfoy where staying.

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“Poor soul” commented absently Astoria to her now conscious husband, who looked at her puzzled for her comment.

“Who?” Draco asked curiously, his wife was looking at the covered half of the room, he whispered “the rag doll”

“Draco Malfoy! Her screams can’t be hold down by the regular wards of this hospital, maybe you can’t hear them, but oh Draco, she is suffering so much” Astoria’s voice broke at the last part and Draco ran to her enveloping her in a warm hug.

“It’s okay darling, calm down, Aty” he whispered, rubbing her yet flat tummy “I…I’m Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he confessed sincerely.

Astoria looked up at her husband; she knew it was very rare for Draco to apologize, about anything, just because Malfoy’s simply didn’t apologize. She cocked her head upwards and planted a warm kiss on the corner of his mouth “I love you, Dragon”

“I love you too Aty, both of you” he whispered in her hair “Get some rest now, I’m here”

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AN: Well that's all for now if you like it, review please, same if you don't. No flames, just contructive criticism well a lot of love.

Lola