“Fancy a nightcap, sweetheart?” Ron purred in Hermione’s ear, as he teasingly caressed one of her nipples. “I know you’re on fire.”
“Oh, Ron,” she moaned, feeling Ron’s hunger for her pressing against her thigh. A loud bang on the front door interrupted their intended lovemaking. “Who can that be? It’s half past midnight!” Hermione sounded scared.
“Stay here,” Ron whispered, grabbing his wand. He walked down the stairs and slowly slandered towards the front door. “Who’s there?” he asked more confident than he actually felt. He didn’t get an answer.
“I hope you’re not looking for trouble or you’ll face Armageddon,” Ron bellowed, and opened the door, wand pointed forwards. He looked into the eyes of his best mate, who was lying nearly unconscious on the pavement.
“H-help me,” he pleaded. His face was covered with dried up blood and he had a large cut above his eye. Ron carefully lifted Harry from the cold ground and carried him inside, his face pale of shock.
“Ron, who was...? Oh my God! Harry!” Hermione shrieked, shaking uncontrollably in her pink nightgown as Ron put Harry on the sofa. “He’s hurt pretty bad.”
“Who did this, mate?” Ron whispered, carefully washing the blood from Harry’s battered and bruised face with a wet washcloth. “What happened?”
“D-Draco,” Harry whispered as he silently wept. “H-he drank too much and...”
Hermione pulled him into a hug, caressing his hair. “Hush now. You’re safe here.”
Another loud bang made Hermione jump in terror. It was Ron banging on the table with his fist.
“Mum? What’s wrong? Daddy?” Rose mumbled sleepily. She held her teddy bear firmly in her arms, while walking down the stairs. “I heard a hard noise and...ooh...Uncle Harry?”
“Go back to bed, pet,” Ron said affectionately. “It’s nothing.”
“But...”
“You heard your father, Rose,” Hermione said strictly. “Up.”
Rose waved and slowly walked upstairs, while looking suspiciously at her father.
“That fucking bastard,” Ron hissed as he checked that the coast was clear. “He’ll pay for this.”
“Ron, don’t do anything stupid,” Hermione said as she healed Harry’s wounds with a wave of her wand.
“I never do anything stupid,” Ron huffed, a tat offended. “I’m only going to kick that fucker’s arse!”
“That’s what I meant,” Hermione sneered. “Ron, please.”
“Stay with Harry and let me handle this,” Ron said, while putting on his coat. “This won’t take long.”
“Be careful,” Hermione whispered, knowing her husband couldn’t be stopped.
“I will,” Ron said as he kissed her on the cheek. He watched his battered mate crying and suffering and it made what he was about to do easier to handle. He walked outside and Disapparated.
“Oh, Ron,” she moaned, feeling Ron’s hunger for her pressing against her thigh. A loud bang on the front door interrupted their intended lovemaking. “Who can that be? It’s half past midnight!” Hermione sounded scared.
“Stay here,” Ron whispered, grabbing his wand. He walked down the stairs and slowly slandered towards the front door. “Who’s there?” he asked more confident than he actually felt. He didn’t get an answer.
“I hope you’re not looking for trouble or you’ll face Armageddon,” Ron bellowed, and opened the door, wand pointed forwards. He looked into the eyes of his best mate, who was lying nearly unconscious on the pavement.
“H-help me,” he pleaded. His face was covered with dried up blood and he had a large cut above his eye. Ron carefully lifted Harry from the cold ground and carried him inside, his face pale of shock.
“Ron, who was...? Oh my God! Harry!” Hermione shrieked, shaking uncontrollably in her pink nightgown as Ron put Harry on the sofa. “He’s hurt pretty bad.”
“Who did this, mate?” Ron whispered, carefully washing the blood from Harry’s battered and bruised face with a wet washcloth. “What happened?”
“D-Draco,” Harry whispered as he silently wept. “H-he drank too much and...”
Hermione pulled him into a hug, caressing his hair. “Hush now. You’re safe here.”
Another loud bang made Hermione jump in terror. It was Ron banging on the table with his fist.
“Mum? What’s wrong? Daddy?” Rose mumbled sleepily. She held her teddy bear firmly in her arms, while walking down the stairs. “I heard a hard noise and...ooh...Uncle Harry?”
“Go back to bed, pet,” Ron said affectionately. “It’s nothing.”
“But...”
“You heard your father, Rose,” Hermione said strictly. “Up.”
Rose waved and slowly walked upstairs, while looking suspiciously at her father.
“That fucking bastard,” Ron hissed as he checked that the coast was clear. “He’ll pay for this.”
“Ron, don’t do anything stupid,” Hermione said as she healed Harry’s wounds with a wave of her wand.
“I never do anything stupid,” Ron huffed, a tat offended. “I’m only going to kick that fucker’s arse!”
“That’s what I meant,” Hermione sneered. “Ron, please.”
“Stay with Harry and let me handle this,” Ron said, while putting on his coat. “This won’t take long.”
“Be careful,” Hermione whispered, knowing her husband couldn’t be stopped.
“I will,” Ron said as he kissed her on the cheek. He watched his battered mate crying and suffering and it made what he was about to do easier to handle. He walked outside and Disapparated.
“Malfoy, open the fucking door!” Ron bellowed. “I know you’re in there!”
“Door is open.”
Ron opened the door and walked inside the small apartment. Draco lay on the floor helplessly, shaking and covered in his own vomit. Ron felt an urge to beat the pathetic loser into submission, but he also pitied him. He never thought he would feel pity for Malfoy, ever.
“Merlin, Malfoy,” Ron exclaimed. “What have you done? Circe’s clit, you reek. I’m going to run you a bath. Don’t move.”
He walked to their bathroom, situated next to the living room, and let the tap running while searching for bath foam. He looked into one of the cupboards, when he heard a voice coming from the living room. He snuk to the living room and saw Malfoy sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking to himself.
“Hello, son. Still awake?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“You want me to read you a story?”
“No, Father. I’ll try a bit harder.”
“Are you sure? I could keep you company.”
“Father...”
“Come on, Draco. It will be fun.”
“I want to sleep.”
“Would you like to sit on my lap?”
“Father...”
“Don’t make me ask you again, young man.”
“Y-yes, Father.”
"Good boy. I love you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Father. I love you too.”
“Your mother doesn’t need to know this. It’s our little secret.”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re hard. You naughty boy. Can I touch it?”
“Father...please.”
“Put down your pyjamas, boy. I’ll give you a happy feeling.”
“Y-yes, Father.”
“Don’t cry, Draco. It will be over soon.”
Draco rocked on the spot and sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood at the doorpost, watching the horrible scene playing before his eyes and never felt so powerless...
“Door is open.”
Ron opened the door and walked inside the small apartment. Draco lay on the floor helplessly, shaking and covered in his own vomit. Ron felt an urge to beat the pathetic loser into submission, but he also pitied him. He never thought he would feel pity for Malfoy, ever.
“Merlin, Malfoy,” Ron exclaimed. “What have you done? Circe’s clit, you reek. I’m going to run you a bath. Don’t move.”
He walked to their bathroom, situated next to the living room, and let the tap running while searching for bath foam. He looked into one of the cupboards, when he heard a voice coming from the living room. He snuk to the living room and saw Malfoy sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking to himself.
“Hello, son. Still awake?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“You want me to read you a story?”
“No, Father. I’ll try a bit harder.”
“Are you sure? I could keep you company.”
“Father...”
“Come on, Draco. It will be fun.”
“I want to sleep.”
“Would you like to sit on my lap?”
“Father...”
“Don’t make me ask you again, young man.”
“Y-yes, Father.”
"Good boy. I love you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Father. I love you too.”
“Your mother doesn’t need to know this. It’s our little secret.”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re hard. You naughty boy. Can I touch it?”
“Father...please.”
“Put down your pyjamas, boy. I’ll give you a happy feeling.”
“Y-yes, Father.”
“Don’t cry, Draco. It will be over soon.”
Draco rocked on the spot and sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood at the doorpost, watching the horrible scene playing before his eyes and never felt so powerless...