A/N- Hey guys :) This is my third fanfiction story on this site, and i hope it turns out well :)

Chapter One

I was sitting at the burrow, like I did almost every summer before school started again, but this time it was different for many reasons.

It's only been a few months since the war ended, and Voldemort was defeated. The school was finally finished being rebuilt, and they were admitting students back in.

It was also different because they allowed all students who didn't finish their last year at Hogwarts, to return. Including the Weasley Twins, who had dropped out in my fifth year, because of Umbridge. They were the two oldest student returning, but nobody really cared about age anymore. Students are students.

"Hermione." Ron said, as he walked through the front door, after playing a long game of quidditch with Harry, the twins, Bill, and Ginny. Ron kissed me forcefully, then went upstairs to change his clothes.

Ginny, who didn't care if she stunk up her house by her sweaty clothes, sat down in the chair next to me.

"God Ginny, go change!" I laughed at her.

"Nope!" She laughed back.

I pulled out my wand, and did a quick cleaning charm on her, and in a second she was good as new.

"Wish they'd realize they can clean with magic." Ginny laughed, looking at Harry and her brothers. "Maybe then they'd be clean!" We both laughed at her joke.

Then she got serious.

"How are things with Ron?" She asked quietly, looking at me with concern.

"I don't want to talk about it Gin." I whispered, trying not to tear up.

"Hermione, you got to tell someone." She put her hand on my knee and I flinched slightly.

"Gin, you know I can't." I said then I got up and left the room, thankfully, she didn't follow me.

Why does she always have to bring it up! I though angrily to myself, as I made it up the many flights of stairs in the Weasley Home. I know how to take care of myself. I stormed into Percy's room. Since he lived with his wife now, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley kept his room open for guests. It was nice to have a room of my own, but I did kind of miss sharing with Ginny. It was nice to have someone to talk to during the late hours of the night.

I threw myself onto the bed, and put the pillow over my face, and screamed. I did that often, it was my own way of letting out my rage.

I screamed for a good five minutes until I noticed that I wasn't alone in the room.

"Hermione this can't keep happening!" Ginny's voice cut through the room. I took the pillow off of my face and glared at her.

"Ginny stop. You weren't even supposed to find out." I choked out at her, and wiped my face. I hadn't realized that I was crying.

"Hermione, I hate just sitting here not being able to help you!" she exclaimed.

"I'm a big girl Gin. I can take care of myself."

"Then do that! You don't deserve this Hermione!" She yelled.

"Please stop it! I love him. I can't leave him! and it's my fault he gets so angry!" I started to cry again.

"It's not your fault!"

"Yes it is! If I was prettier, he wouldn't do this to me!" I looked her dead in the eyes.

"You're beautiful Hermione. Don't let my idiot brother tell you any different." She said softly.

"Can I be alone, please?" I begged, and she nodded her head.

"Yeah 'Mione. But if he comes in here and acts like that, just call for me okay? And I'll hex him into next week." She smiled gently, and walked out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "Dinner's in an hour though!"

I plopped back down on the bed, and I didn't hear the door opening again.

"Hermione." A demanding voice called from the frame, and I internally flinched.

"Hi Ron." I said quietly.

"What was my sister doing in here?" He demanded.

"We were just talking Ron." I said in a hushed tone.

"You know how I feel about you being alone with her." He snarled.

"Ron, for the last time, I'm not gay. And I'm not attracted to your sister! She's my best friend, that's why I hand out with her so much!" I cried.

Ron became jealous of me and his sister since we started dating after the war. He assumed that we were secretly having an affair, and no matter how hard I tried to tell him that I wasn't interested in her, he still snapped like this.

"Don't lie to me Hermione." He smirked as he got closer to me.

"I'm not lying!" I insisted.

Ron slapped me across the face.

"Did I say you could talk?" He asked in a mocking tone.

I shook my head no.

"Good." He grinned his terrifying grin, then he took of his belt.

"Ron.." my eyes widened. "I told you I wasn't ready for that." I said firmly.

"Well you see Hermione." He stopped, and cast a silencing spell around the room, and locked the door. "I simply don't care."

Half an hour later when he was…done, he stood up, waved his wand, and our clothes were back on, and my hair was back to normal.

He pushed me onto my knees, and kicked me in the gut. I fell to the ground with a bang. Then he knelt down, and punched me in the shoulder.

"Good job Hermione. You're almost as good as Lavender." He winked at me, and then went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

I stayed on the floor for another ten minutes, before I heard Mrs. Weasley calling me down for dinner. I left my wand in the living room downstairs, so I just put a light hoodie on to cover up the bruise starting to form on my shoulder.

It hurt to walk, but I put on my best face as I made it down the seven flights of stairs, and gently sat in the seat next to Fred.

"You alright Hermione?" Fred asked as I sat down. "You seem down."

I could see out of the corner of my eye how Ron was glaring at me.

"Yeah Fred, I'm fine." I gave him a weak smile.

Mrs. Weasley brought all of the food in by hand, she thought that that was the best way to serve food. She brought in each dish one at a time, and put a large amount on everyone's plate.

I started eating right away, but I stopped when Ron got up and whispered into my ear. "I think you've had enough food, don't you think? You're going to get even fatter if you keep eating like that." Then he walked away smiling. I looked down at my plate, I had barley eaten a thing. Just a few spoons of mashed potatoes. I put my fork down, and walked upstairs, telling everyone that I wasn't feeling good, and food was making it worse. Everyone looked sympathetic at me, except Ron of course, who looked very amused with himself.

I ran into the bathroom, and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I didn't like what I saw.

Ugly. Fat. Worthless. That's all that I am.

The Weasleys had a muggle scale, that Mrs. Weasley made her children stand on, to make sure that they never got to skinny. I stepped on it and read my weight.

122 pounds. I didn't think that it was heavy until Ron pointed it out.

I ran out of the bathroom crying, and stayed in my room until morning.

Nobody came to check on me.

A/N- WOW RON IS AN ASS HOLE! D: Poor Hermione :(

(Oh and just as a side note. I do NOT think that 122 pounds is anywhere near fat. its pretty darn skinny. I used that number just to emphasize how rude, and horrible Ron is. So please, nobody take offence to that.)

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