As per the usual, Hermione and Sirius were cleaning out the Black family house. They were doing it wandlessly, of course.

"Sirius, why are we cleaning out your house again?"

"Because no one else will?"

"Well, that's one reason…" Hermione mumbled.

"We only have…about the rest of the day."

"Bloody hell, That's a lot." They spent another hour cleaning, each of them caught up in their own thoughts.

"Sirius?" he didn't answer. " Sirius!" Hermione said, again, louder.

"Hm?" He replied.

"Would you please tell me a story? It's to quiet."

"Of course. What story?"

"You know the one. Were you are found and the ministry gave you back the years of your life that you spent in prison."

"You know that one about as well as me, 'Mione."

"But I love…um, I mean you tell it better then my memory." Hermione was going to have said that she loved his voice, but that was probably not a good idea.

"Alright. About… seven years ago? Yes, some were around there, my godson, Harry Potter, found out that his mind was connected to the 'dark lord's' mind. Even now, people are afraid to say his name. The lord had become aware of the connection, and he used it to his advantage. He started to implant images into Harry's mind, at night. One time, it was Mr. Weasly being attacked by Nagini. Voldemort implanted himself torturing… me into Harry's mind. Harry immediately went to the department of mysteries, and to the Room of Prophecies. He got his and Voldemort's shared prophecy, and went to the arch room. In that room, harry and I dueled Lucius, though it was Bellatrix who got me into the arch.

"The arch is very tempermental. Some people, it kills. Others, it maims." He turned to Hermione, who was cleaning the floor on her hand and knees, and lifted up the hem of his white button down shit. It was the first time that anyone could see it, a scar that ran up his stomach, which was indented, pink, and slightly shinny from a piece of flesh that had been ripped from him. "Hermione…Look."

She turned around, still on her hands and knees, to look at him. She gasped, ran over, taking off her gloves, as not to damage him anymore, and tears filled her eyes.

"Can I…touch?" Sirius nodded, pain clear on his face. As light as a feather, she went over his scar, about five inches wide, and almost twelve inches long. After a few minuets, she looked back up, tears running down her face.

"Oh Sirius…" She gave him a light kiss on his lips. At the same time, they both drew in a shaky breath.

"Please…don't feel bad for me. Never do that. I couldn't stand it. And don't tell anyone. You are the only one who knows. Keep it that way. Please."

"Of course. I won't breath a word of this to anyone."

"Thank you. Now, what do you think we should do about this?" they had wrapped their arms around each other, with Sirius' shirt partly up. A twinkle appeared in Hermione's eyes.

"Perhaps we should explore it, just a little bit." she planted a sound kiss on Sirius' mouth.

"Sirius? Hermione? Were are you? I've come to help!" They immediately separated. Just as Ron walked in, Sirius pulled down his shirt. "Did I interrupt something?" Ron asked, slightly mad.

"No," Sirius and Hermione said at the same time. Ron only eyed Sirius. He moved closer to Hermione, who moved away from him quickly, tears in her eyes slightly.

"Please excuse me," Hermione said before all but running from the room.

"Continue there. You should be able to figure out what to do, I would hope. Do not use magic." Sirius sneered out slightly at Ron, then followed Hermione out.

In the bathroom, Hermione was crying her eyes out, in pain, embarrassment, hate…. She flashed back to two years ago. Just before she had moved into Sirius' home, Hermione and Ron had gotten together.

Hermione had wanted to wait until they were married, like a good girl would do.

Ron didn't.

He had raped her, all night, only thinking of his own pleasure.

The next day, Hermione apperated to the first place that she thought of were she was safe. The only place that would believe her, the only place that she could go, Sirius' house. He had been out at the time, so she fell asleep on the stairs, the snow collecting around her half-naked form, clothed in only a ripped shirt, and thin, ripped tights.

Sirius came home almost two hours later, Hermione on his mind, when he found the brown-haired beauty on his doorstep, asleep.

Instead of waking her, Sirius picked her up, careful were he touched her. She was bleeding slowly out of her cheeks, on one shoulder, and both arms, as well as the insides of her thighs, and different fluids were mingling with her blood.

"Kreature!" Sirius yelled quietly, the elf appearing Immediately. "Draw a warm bath quickly, and get a clean shirt from my closet, and a large robe, both for Hermione. " Kreature disaperated with a Pop. Sirius heard the water running.

Quickly but carefully, Sirius got her to the bathroom, and undressed her from the rags she was wearing.
She slipped into the tub, some of the fluids coming off her immediately. A soft rag was set on the side of the tub, so Sirius dipped it into the water, and slowly cleaned her wounds, casting a heating charm over her. As soon as she was spotless, Sirius levitated her out, and dressed her.

"Kreature," Sirius said, the elf appearing quickly.

"Yes, Master?" Kreature said.

"Ready my chambers for miss Granger, and make sure to have a warm broth ready for her at all times."

"Yes, Master. Is that all, Master?"

"Yes. Go. Now." Kreature was gone.

"S-Sirius?" Hermione started to say.

"Shh, Shh, love, hush. You need to conserve your energy, alright?"

"It was Ron." Hermione managed, then passed out again.

One day passed.

Then another

And another.

On the fourth day, Hermione awoke.

"Kreature!" Sirius called the elf, who came up with the broth immediately. "Yes. Good. On the table, Kreature. You can go for now." Kreature was gone.

"Sirius?" Hermione croaked, her voice dry. Sirius helped her up, to a sitting position , and let her hold onto his hand.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, Sirius, I am. Thank you."

"Wait." Sirius sat next to her on the bed, with broth in hand, and helped her drink it, which she drank all of. As soon as she was done, her belly rumbled.

"I'm still hungry."

"Kreature! Please prepare a large supper for miss Granger here, please."

"Of course, Master, Lady."

"How long will it be, Kreature?" Hermione asked, half hopeful he would he nice.

"About thirty minuets, lady."

"Thank you. You may go." He did." Was he actually nice to me?"

"Yes. Hermione, I do not mean to be cruel, or cold hearted, about it, but what happened?" She was silent for five minuets.

"Ron was Ron. He wanted what he wanted, and found what he wanted in me. It was just not pleasant. Please do not tell anyone. Don't go to him. Don't go to Harry. Please. No one will believe me. In school, the only reason we stayed friends was because I would give, and not tell the head master, and then, when we were hunting Horcruxes, I just kept my mouth shut. Keep all the Weasly and Potters out of this, and, well, every one. Please."

"Alright. I will. Why did you come here though, out of everywhere else?"

"I felt the safest here." She was ooking him straight in the eyes.

"Why?" Sirius was looking back, hard.

"Because you are here." It took all of Hermione's will not to break eye contact.

"Why does that matter?" Hermione's will broke.

"Because I can trust you. Please stop. I'm not strong enough to do this." Sirius thought he knew why. But, it could have just been wistful thinking.

"Alright," He said, voice quite. "I will wait. For how ever long it takes, I will wait for you.

Hermione heard someone come into the bathroom, and was pleasantly surprised to see Sirius walk in, and crouch down next to her.

"Hermione. Are you alright?" his large, beautiful eyes looked into hers.

"No, I'm bloody well not alright!"

"Love," He said, her tears hitting them both unaware. "Have you seen Ron since that night?" She shook her head, bowing it again. "I can tell him to go, if you want me to."

"Yes, please. Tell him that we do not, nor will we ever, need his help."

"Of course. When will you be ready to come down?"

"I don't know. But Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

"What? Yes, you can, I mean."

"Thank you."

"Ron," Sirius started.

"Yes, Black?" Ron sneered.

"We really don't need your help. At all." Sirius let his hand drift down to his wand pocket, just in case.

"What did she tell you? Two years ago, when that whore came crawling to you bed, out of mine?"

"After what you did to her, without her consent, I was the one to clean her up. She fell asleep on my doorstep, waiting for me to get home. To clean her up, to protect her, from you! Her Fiancé, out of all people, as well, Ron! How could you?" Sirius was a little dumbfounded.
"She is of the weaker sex. She deserves what she got that night."

"How did she get so many cuts then?" Now Sirius was angry.

"Hitting, knife, spells. Nothing much."

"Ron. If I hadn't gotten to her when I did, she would be dead. Dead, Ron! I want you to get out of my house, now. You are not welcome here. Ever again."

A/n thanks for reading my first chapter! This will be a Ron bashing story, very much. Thanks much!