Chapter 2

Hey! Sorry for not uploading. I only just got my computer on Friday, and my progress was hard to get. I am still working on Two J's, One H, but I've hit Writers Block. Let me know what you would like to see in the next chapter. Now, I'm not trying to minimise rape. I am only giving an awareness of it and how hard it is to feel like you are loved.

But anyway, here is the second chapter of To See You Happy.

The next morning was quiet. Hermione had moved her bed next to Ginny's and had fallen asleep from the exhaustion of crying. Ginny had gone quiet after Hermione told her about the incident. Then she exploded, cursing Harry's name and slandering Ron's, saying that she knew something was wrong with them. She had noticed that they were distant from her, but she didn't pay attention to it, blaming the stress of schoolwork. Ginny then burst into tears and clung to Hermione, apologising repeatedly. Draco left them when Hermione said that she was tired, but Ginny noticed the soft smile and the look of adoration in his eyes.

In an attempt not to wake Parvati and a new girl named Elsie up (which failed miserably), Hermione and Ginny successfully moved Hermione's bed so that she could be close to a friend and not feel unsafe. She woke up quite aggressively during the night, scratching herself and making herself bleed whilst screaming out her voice box. Ginny knew that she needed help, and that she needed it fast.

(Draco POV)

Yesterday was one of the hardest and most angering things Draco had ever done in his life. Carrying Hermione through the hallway to her dorm room was one of the hardest things he thought he could ever do. Being nasty to her was terrible, but this just overstepped the mark so many times over. He hated seeing her so vulnerable and broken. Especially since her 'friends' were the ones that made her feel this way. He hated Potter and Weasel more since hearing about what happened, and he was desperate for the school year to finish so that he could take more care of her.

These thoughts were running through his mind as he walked over to his table. He sat down and watched a certain brunette sit next to the two traitors. He stiffened and was pretty sure that Blaise could see the steam rising from his ears.

"Blimey! What happened to you?" Neville asked, concern etching his voice. He had good reason to worry. Even with her face washed and clean, the wounds still showed. There was her black eye and a scar on her lip. Hermione stole a glance at Ginny, who had already sat down next to Harry.

"I miss calculated one of the staircases, and I tripped." She lied. Draco could see that she hated lying, but it came so naturally to her that he was impressed.

"Oh, ok. Hope you get better soon." He whispered. In all honesty, Neville looked up to Hermione as a younger brother would. Hermione sat down and Draco growled as Weasley put an arm around her, making her stiffen. Her breaths began to be jerkier, but no one at the table except for Neville and Ginny noticed. She and Draco exchanged a glance to each other momentarily. Ginny forced a smile as Potter sat down next to her. Blaise must have noticed his discomfort.

"Hey, you okay, man?" he asked. He too had changed and became more of a man than a servant.

(Hermione POV)

Hermione was still so shaken up about the events that unfolded last night that she had trouble concentrating on her studies. Her screams just echoed in her head.

"No, no, no! Stop! Please!"

She was damaged goods now.

"Harry, hold her arms."

No one sane would ever dream of loving her.

"Just toss her out the common room. No one will notice."

She was nothing and no one, and it would stay that way.

(George POV) Weren't expecting that, were ya?

Molly convinced George to some to school. He was alone and he hated it. He cut and he bruised himself in his grief. But he believed that this would be the best healing time. Hopefully he could meet someone that could help him refill the hole where Fred used to be.

He was exiting the Great Hall in his normal fashion: hands in pockets, head down and slouched back. He wandered to the library, which was a surprise to him too. He headed over to the section on 'Dealing with Losses'. It was a new section that the school had put up in order to help students with their losses of friends or family. He found out that most of the books were taken, so he picked on Family. He began to flip through the chapters when he heard quiet sniffles. Curious, and somewhat alarmed, he ventured until the sniffles got louder, turning into heart-breaking sobs. He turned the corner and saw a person. A girl crying into her knees as she hugged them closer. The brown, curly hair shielded her face, but he knew who it was.

It was Hermione.

Now, George had gotten pretty close with Hermione over the past few months, since she frequently came with Ron, Harry or Ginny to the Burrow for a week or two. He was slightly confused and concerned as to why she was crying her eyes out. He silently walked over to her and sat next to her. He gently brushed her hair away and her head snapped to him so fast, she could have gotten whiplash.

George was shocked. Her ace held such fear and vulnerability. Her eye was turning purple and her scars were healing up. But that didn't stop George from worrying. He was angry.

"What happened?" he whispered. She shook her head.

"You wouldn't believe me. You would accuse me of dragging some names through the mud." Her voice was breaking, and his heart broke for her. He saw her as a sister he was to protect. Since losing Fred, she helped him through his time; bringing him food, giving him a shoulder to cry on, being there when he broke down. He was like his second mother and sister.

"Try me." He replied. She took a deep breath and started her story. As she told it, he was angry, then sad, then confused.

But at the end, he was livid.

"How could they do this to you?" he whisper-shouted. He trusted Hermione more than Ron or Harry, because she had no reason to lie. She shrugged her shoulders.

"And how is Malfoy involved in this?" he asked. She smiled slightly.

"He found me last night. He was very gentle and caring. Then he confessed to caring for me for a long time. He said that he had been falling in love with me for a while. I was still in shock, so I was still confused. But now I should tell him that I'll never be good for anyone now." She sobbed again. He pulled her to him, and she cried into his chest, clinging to him in fear that he would disappear or leave her. But he wouldn't.

He had found his other Fred, the one to refill the hole in his heart.