not rly expecting anyone to see this bc it’s so late but anyways poly!rarry angst to break your hearts :) all hurt no comfort [PART 2]
today was a good day. everything was going perfectly, and you hadn’t been a brat since ron and harry set you straight about two weeks ago. everything was going great. you were hanging out with ron, harry, and hermione in hogsmeade for the day and it was all around just a good time.
until ron and harry went to grab the food at the three broomsticks and left you and hermione sitting at the table. she never did like you. she claimed that you stole ron away from her and you were selfish because you had harry already. but that just isn’t true… harry asked if it was okay that ron joined because he had a crush on you, and you didn’t mind. you would do anything to make your harry happy.
when your boys left, hermione had a go at you. called you stupid. slut shamed you. any mean name in the book you could think, she said it. and once ron returned, you murmured something along the lines of having to use the bathroom and snuck away. hiding in the bathroom where you released all of your emotions in the form of tears.
when you returned, the air in the group changed. ron looked pissed, hermione looked like she had been crying, and harry just looked confused. you sat beside harry and looked down at the table as you rolled your eyes. you already knew what happened. she had fed ron lies about you, attempting to drive a wedge in your relationship. you knew she hadn’t told harry because you already told harry what she did to you. but ron wouldn’t believe you he thought hermione was an angel.
you let out a sigh and intertwined your hand with harry’s. “you okay bubba?” he whispered.
“later,” you murmured into his shoulder. harry left it at that, pressing a gentle kiss you your head and returning back to the conversation with ron and hermione.
you planned on talking to harry as soon as you got back to hogwarts. truly, you did. but suddenly he was being pulled away by the weasley twins and ron was dragging you up to the dorm. you made no room to protest when ron got you in the dorm and locked the door. not even when he looked at you and asked what had gotten into you. or when he told you that your behavior was unacceptable and you couldn’t speak to hermione that way. you just shrugged indifferently and kept your gaze trained on the floor.
ron pulled you over his lap and pulled off your skirt and panties and that was the only warning that you got before ron began to lay into you with his belt. you held in your sobs but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face as you tightly fisted the sheets in your hand. ron was nice enough, and so you only got forty. it was only supposed to be twenty, but he started over anytime you stuttered, messed up, or forgot one.
your head had been floating since around the tenth one, but you didn’t feel light or happy. you felt sad. broken and dejected… like a worthless object that ron only used to punish when he was angry. you registered him doing his routine aftercare, but you didn’t feel the love behind it. you felt numb as he rubbed the cream on your bottom and sat in the bathtub with you. the tears were still flowing down your face silently as you curled into yourself while he gently washed you off. “stop crying dove,” ron whispered. “it’s okay,” he kissed your head gently, and you only returned his words with a nod before reaching up and rubbing your eyes, forcing your tears to stop.
“sorry,” you whispered with a quiet sniffle.
“y’know you’re gonna have to apologize to hermione, right?” he asked. you only nodded as he drained the tub. “what do you want to wear?” he asked.
“i can dress myself thank you,” you whispered as you kneeled in front of harry’s trunk “i’ll see you downstairs.” he nodded and pressed a kiss to the back of your head before going down to the common room. once he was gone, you really let the sobs take over.
they were loud and heart wrenching as you released akk the emotions that you held in during your punishment. you went silent the second you heard the door open. quickly, you wiped your eyes roughly and pulled on one of harry’s shirts along with a pair of panties and a pair of shorts that you had in his trunk. “bubba?” harry’s voice asked quietly.
“hi hazzie,” you murmured monotonously.
“hi baby. you wanna tell me what happened today?” he asked.
“no thanks. can i just have a hug please?” you whispered. harry pouted and kneeled on the floor in front of you.
“you can always have a hug my love,” he kissed your head gently as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid on his chest.
“hazzie?” you murmured softly into his neck.
“yes bubba?” he whispered as he rubbed your back.
“i don’t… want this anymore,” you whispered with a sniffle.
“you don’t want what angel?” he asked confused.
“um… us. me and you a-and ron… i don’t… i don’t want it,” you murmured.
“angel… are you breaking up with us?” he asked.
“yeah…” you whispered, voice breaking “yeah i am. i’m um… i’m sorry but… can you tell ron? i… i don’t want to look at him again,” you sniffled as you stood from your place knelt in front of him. you bent down and kissed his head before turning and walking out of the dorm. you kept your head down as you passed ron sitting with all his friends, bragging about how he’d just punished you, only working to break your heart even more, and prove to you that you’d made the correct decision.
you went back to your own dorm and buried yourself under your covers. cuddling into the teddy bear harry got you as you used your wand to lock your door and put a protection charm on it, as you stared at the wall. you didn’t want to feel anymore, no actually… you couldn’t feel anymore. you were uncomfortably numb.
the only thing that you registered was the pain blooming in your backside and the hole that felt as though it had been ripped right out of your chest. you loved ron weasley… probably more than you should’ve… but you couldn’t keep letting him hurt you by taking hermione granger’s side over and over again. and punishing you before even listening to your side of it.
so there you laid, dejected and heartbroken, wishing with all your might that the tears would just stop. that the pain would go away and you’d stop caring about ron and harry as much as you did. but you knew that you couldn’t… life didn’t work that way. and somehow… it’s always the things we love most that end up breaking us the hardest.
