Disclaimer: I don't own anything. J. K. Rowling owns all of it. I just own
the plot, which is a questionable thing all it's own.
NOTE!: This is the summer of Hermione's sixth year. She will be going into seventh year. Her and Ron are going out.
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Chapter 1: Bad Reaction
Hermione sat at the kitchen table in The Burrow, nervously looking at the clock. It was nearly eleven o'clock. Ron would be home any second. She had to tell him. He had a right to know. But how would he react?
Hermione sighed anxiously and bit her bottom lip. Just then, the front door opened and Ron stumbled in.
"Hey Mione, whacha wanna talk 'bout?" Ron asked, slurring his words. His eyes looked bloodshot, and he was swaying on the spot.
Oh shit. Hermione thought to herself. He's drunk. She couldn't say she was too surprised, though. Ron had gone out with the twins, and he always came home like this after they partied.
"Ron, there's something I have to tell you." Hermione said slowly, choosing her words carefully. Ron leaned against the wall, and looked at her strangely. Hermione sighed and stood up, pacing back and forth.
"Spit it out." Ron said. Hermione stopped pacing and stood right in front of him.
"I'm..... I'm pregnant." Hermione whispered, glancing up at Ron with a scared look on her face.
"What!?" Ron yelled, his words not slurred anymore. His face was red and he started pacing, mumbling to himself. "You're going to take care of it right?"
Hermione's heart stopped. She knew what he meant. He wanted her to get an abortion.
"Of course not!" She said, louder then she intended too. "Ron, it's our responsibility."
"Oh no it's not!" Ron yelled, still pacing. "Damnit Hermione, if you just would have taking the fucking birth control pills-"
"It's not just my fault." Hermione said softly, starting to get frightened by Ron's behavior.
"You are not doing this to me!" Ron screamed, stopping his pacing in front of Hermione.
"Ron, just listen a second, okay?" She started, but Ron rounded on her and slapped her across the face.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" He yelled. Ron raised his hand to slap her again, but Hermione grabbed his wrist. Ron shook his hand free and shoved Hermione into the wall.
Hermione crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, knocking the wind out of her so she couldn't even scream. She quickly grabbed her stomach, hoping that it didn't hurt the baby. Ron noticed this movement and scoffed.
"Why are you worrying, you're going to get an abortion anyways." He laughed.
"No I'm not!" Hermione yelled, starting to stand up again. Ron just pushed her back down.
"Don't fucking talk back to me!" Ron yelled. Hermione got back up as he started pacing again, seeming to be looking for something around the kitchen. He kept muttering, "If you're not going to take care of it, then I am."
Hermione pushed her back against the wall, absolutely terrified by Ron's behavior. He was roughly opening up all the drawers in the kitchen. Suddenly, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. Ron looked up at Hermione, and she could see an insane gleam in his bloodshot eyes. Her heart beat stopped and her knees weakened when she saw him pull a knife out of one of the drawers.
"Ron, w-what are you doing?" Hermione whispered, wanting to run but her legs wouldn't work.
"I'm fixing what you fucked up!" Ron yelled, advancing toward her. Hermione finally found the feeling in her legs and started to try and get away. Before she even took a step, Ron started punching her with his free hand.
Hermione tried to block the punches, but they all came too fast. She just had to stand there and try not to fall to the ground as Ron beat her. Hermione closed her eyes and screamed for him to stop.
When Ron finally stopped, Hermione tried to recover from shock and pain. But before she could, another pain entered her body, in her stomach. Hermione screamed with agony and opened her eyes as they filled with tears.
Ron was standing in front of her with a smile on his face. Victory flashed him his eyes. He was holding up a knife that was dripping with Hermione's blood. Before he could stab her again, Hermione kicked him as hard as she could in his groin.
Ron doubled over in pain, and cursed loudly.
"Fucking bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" Ron yelled, holding his stomach and trying not to fall over. Hermione, trying to ignore the piercing pain him her stomach, tried to run out of the house. Wanting to be anywhere but in that house, with her boyfriend. She ran past Ron, and he tried to grab her leg from where he was, still doubled over.
Hermione stumbled past him, using all her strength to dash out the door and run for help. Her vision started blurring and she couldn't think straight. Hermione didn't know what she was going to do, or where she was going. It was too dark to tell. And the pain in her stomach was making it impossible to run. Hermione tripped and fell onto the grass. But she was convinced that Ron was following her, so she crawled as fast as she could to a nearby forest. Hermione knew that Ron would never find her in the thick trees.
Hermione stagger over roots that obstructed her path. She held one hand over the cut in her stomach, and used the other to push stray branches out of her way. Hermione slowed her run to a jog as she got farther into the woods. She looked down at the hand that was covering her cut, and saw that it was now completely red with her blood. She finally stopped walking when her vision because so blurry from tears and pain, that she couldn't see where she was going.
A sleepy feeling came over Hermione, and the only thing she could feel was the piercing pain in her side. Before she fainted, Hermione prayed that her baby was alright, and that she wouldn't die.
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A/N: RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!
NOTE!: This is the summer of Hermione's sixth year. She will be going into seventh year. Her and Ron are going out.
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Chapter 1: Bad Reaction
Hermione sat at the kitchen table in The Burrow, nervously looking at the clock. It was nearly eleven o'clock. Ron would be home any second. She had to tell him. He had a right to know. But how would he react?
Hermione sighed anxiously and bit her bottom lip. Just then, the front door opened and Ron stumbled in.
"Hey Mione, whacha wanna talk 'bout?" Ron asked, slurring his words. His eyes looked bloodshot, and he was swaying on the spot.
Oh shit. Hermione thought to herself. He's drunk. She couldn't say she was too surprised, though. Ron had gone out with the twins, and he always came home like this after they partied.
"Ron, there's something I have to tell you." Hermione said slowly, choosing her words carefully. Ron leaned against the wall, and looked at her strangely. Hermione sighed and stood up, pacing back and forth.
"Spit it out." Ron said. Hermione stopped pacing and stood right in front of him.
"I'm..... I'm pregnant." Hermione whispered, glancing up at Ron with a scared look on her face.
"What!?" Ron yelled, his words not slurred anymore. His face was red and he started pacing, mumbling to himself. "You're going to take care of it right?"
Hermione's heart stopped. She knew what he meant. He wanted her to get an abortion.
"Of course not!" She said, louder then she intended too. "Ron, it's our responsibility."
"Oh no it's not!" Ron yelled, still pacing. "Damnit Hermione, if you just would have taking the fucking birth control pills-"
"It's not just my fault." Hermione said softly, starting to get frightened by Ron's behavior.
"You are not doing this to me!" Ron screamed, stopping his pacing in front of Hermione.
"Ron, just listen a second, okay?" She started, but Ron rounded on her and slapped her across the face.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" He yelled. Ron raised his hand to slap her again, but Hermione grabbed his wrist. Ron shook his hand free and shoved Hermione into the wall.
Hermione crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, knocking the wind out of her so she couldn't even scream. She quickly grabbed her stomach, hoping that it didn't hurt the baby. Ron noticed this movement and scoffed.
"Why are you worrying, you're going to get an abortion anyways." He laughed.
"No I'm not!" Hermione yelled, starting to stand up again. Ron just pushed her back down.
"Don't fucking talk back to me!" Ron yelled. Hermione got back up as he started pacing again, seeming to be looking for something around the kitchen. He kept muttering, "If you're not going to take care of it, then I am."
Hermione pushed her back against the wall, absolutely terrified by Ron's behavior. He was roughly opening up all the drawers in the kitchen. Suddenly, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. Ron looked up at Hermione, and she could see an insane gleam in his bloodshot eyes. Her heart beat stopped and her knees weakened when she saw him pull a knife out of one of the drawers.
"Ron, w-what are you doing?" Hermione whispered, wanting to run but her legs wouldn't work.
"I'm fixing what you fucked up!" Ron yelled, advancing toward her. Hermione finally found the feeling in her legs and started to try and get away. Before she even took a step, Ron started punching her with his free hand.
Hermione tried to block the punches, but they all came too fast. She just had to stand there and try not to fall to the ground as Ron beat her. Hermione closed her eyes and screamed for him to stop.
When Ron finally stopped, Hermione tried to recover from shock and pain. But before she could, another pain entered her body, in her stomach. Hermione screamed with agony and opened her eyes as they filled with tears.
Ron was standing in front of her with a smile on his face. Victory flashed him his eyes. He was holding up a knife that was dripping with Hermione's blood. Before he could stab her again, Hermione kicked him as hard as she could in his groin.
Ron doubled over in pain, and cursed loudly.
"Fucking bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" Ron yelled, holding his stomach and trying not to fall over. Hermione, trying to ignore the piercing pain him her stomach, tried to run out of the house. Wanting to be anywhere but in that house, with her boyfriend. She ran past Ron, and he tried to grab her leg from where he was, still doubled over.
Hermione stumbled past him, using all her strength to dash out the door and run for help. Her vision started blurring and she couldn't think straight. Hermione didn't know what she was going to do, or where she was going. It was too dark to tell. And the pain in her stomach was making it impossible to run. Hermione tripped and fell onto the grass. But she was convinced that Ron was following her, so she crawled as fast as she could to a nearby forest. Hermione knew that Ron would never find her in the thick trees.
Hermione stagger over roots that obstructed her path. She held one hand over the cut in her stomach, and used the other to push stray branches out of her way. Hermione slowed her run to a jog as she got farther into the woods. She looked down at the hand that was covering her cut, and saw that it was now completely red with her blood. She finally stopped walking when her vision because so blurry from tears and pain, that she couldn't see where she was going.
A sleepy feeling came over Hermione, and the only thing she could feel was the piercing pain in her side. Before she fainted, Hermione prayed that her baby was alright, and that she wouldn't die.
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A/N: RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!