~Forever and a Day~
*The Sequel to "I Will Be There," as requested*
A/N: I just had the need to write a story with the title "Forever and a Day." I don't quite know why, but I think it might be the sequel to "I Will Be There," which I got a couple reviews for it saying that they wanted a sequel. So here it is, and it is another Britney Spears song, I'm sorry, but as I said, her songs are easy to make a storyline with. Thank you, ~Ashley C.
This story is divided up into two actual stories, each with a song. The first is… "Born to Make you Happy." Sorry to Angelina Johnson, who I am sure has done this song before, but mine is much more different than yours (Does that make sense?).
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Cho was giggling with Harry about Hermione's frankly stupid ways of stalking people when Hermione herself appeared, walking toward them. Cho felt a slight jolt in her stomach, but she tried to hide it. She pulled a piece of her wet, thick black hair and analyzed it while Hermione came closer and closer.
(Oh my love)(Uh-huh)
I'm sittin' here alone up in my room
I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that we've been through
(Oh my love)
I'm lookin' at a picture in my hand
Tryin' my best to understand
Hermione finally stood right over Cho. Hermione looked as if she'd been crying, which wasn't a surprise, as she was always crying now. Harry looked generally concerened, but Cho was going to fix that.
"What do you want?" she spat.
"Nothing from you," Hermione replied smoothly. She smiled sappily at Harry, who grinned back. Cho narrowed her eyes. How dare she! Hermione completely ignored Cho's evil looks, but kept flirting with Harry. The rain had stopped, but Hermione was far from dry. She giggled and toyed with her hair. Harry was grinning brightly at her.
I really wanna know what we did wrong
With a love that felt so strong
If only you were here tonight
I know that we could make it right
Cho watched this sickening display, and left angrily, as Harry was obviously busy. Tears filled her eyes, as she ran faster. Harry watched her, and shook his head, but realized: "I didn't love her, and it's better this way." He decided to write a letter to her later. Right now he was taking Hermione out for butterbeer, where they would join Ron, who apparently was in on this.
Cho went straight for Janie, her best friend. She found Janie in the library, sipping some strawberry milk, and absorbed in a book. Cho tried to smile, as her friend obviously had something under "Coleen James' Guide to Herbology- Book Seven, Volume Four," as she was "reading" the book upside down.
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
'Cause you're the only one within my heart
I was born to make you happy
Always and forever, you and me
That's the way our love should be
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
Harry walked Hermione to the Three Broomsticks. He was much happier now, as Hermione did what he was going to do anyway for him. He'd brought Cho out to the Quidditch field in the first place to break up with her. Cho was too… exotic for Harry. Plus, she was a year older than him. What would he do if they were still together when Cho graduated? Besides, neither of his friends liked her much, and Harry hated to be in fights with them, especially when he was in love with Hermione. Harry thought that he and Hermione would last longer, anyway.
I know I've been a fool since you've been gone
I'd better give it up and carry on
(Oh my love)
'Cause livin' in a dream of you and me
Is not the way my life should be
I don't wanna cry a tear for you
So forgive me if I do
Cho was being a ruddy fool lately! She stuttered when anyone asked her a question, tripped over anything and everything, and when she got Harry's letter, she was hysterical:
Dear Cho,
I went with Hermione on Friday because I was eventually going to. You see, (you are not going to like this) I brought you out to the Quidditch field to break up with you. I'm so sorry, and I wish that you didn't have to find out this way.
~Harry
No one, not even Janie, could understand the pain that she was going through. Whenever she saw Hermione, she became violent. This was tearing apart her life. She couldn't act like this anymore.
If only you were here tonight
I know that we could make it right
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
Hermione was thrilled with herself. Harry told her later that he was going to break up with Cho anyway, so she didn't feel guilty like she thought she would. Ron, whom Hermione had told what she was doing before she went out, was pleased. "I never liked that foul person," he shouted happily over the noise of the Three Broomsticks.
'Cause you're the only one within my heart
I was born to make you happy
Always and forever, you and me
That's the way our love should be
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
No one understood the whole thing with Cho and Harry and Hermione really except for Ron, who when asked refused to tell. "God, you'd think that they'd forgotten about it by now," he murmered when he was asked by a young Hufflepuff fifth year. Cho completely avoided Harry, Rron, and Hermione, staying locked up in her room for hours at a time, looking at pictures and ripping pieces of paper, according to Janie, who was also asked a lot. Cho sometimes spilled out everything to Janie, and she always tried to understand.
I'd do anything
I'd give you my world
I'd wait forever
To be your girl
(Just call out my name)
Just call out my name
(And I will be there)
I will be there
Just to show you how much I care
Cho wished that Harry would come running back to her, though she'd never admit it. That evil, foul, Hermione ruining what plans that Cho and Harry had had for the future. How dare she! How dare she take the one that Cho was in love with! How dare she ruin her life! Hermione would pay. Soon enough, she would pay.
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
'Cause you're the only one within my heart
Always and forever, you and me
That's the way our love should be
I was born to make you happy
I don't know how to live without your love
I was born to make you happy
~*~
A/N: Okay, that's the ifrst one, and I confused myself with all the different changes in the times. Sorry. It wrote itself.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all HP characters, and I own Janie and Coleen's Guide to Herbology- Book Seven, Volume Four. Britney Spears owns Born To Make You Happy.
Okay, now the next one is seven years later. Enjoy!
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It's been hours since that day
Since you went away
And what I do
Is check the screen
To see if you're okay
You don't answer when I phone
Guess you wanna be left alone
Hermione stared at the screen, where she'd been sitting for the past hour. Silent tears coursed down her face. No new mail, the screen proclaimed. Oh, she wished that she'd screamed at Harry to leave because of a stupid fight. He was gone, and had been for three days. She'd sent him letters and E-mails hundreds of times, asking him to come back.
So I'm sending you
My heart, my soul
And this is what I'll say:
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,
Can't you give me one more chance?
To make it all up to you
Ron called her several times, giving his sympathy and offering to visit for a while. He visited, and when he did she cried, and screamed, "I was so stupid! He hates me!" and then rushing over to the computer and sending a million more messages. He hadn't answered any one of them, ignoring them. It made hermione feel worse about what she'd done. She E-mailed her sister to get sympathetic replies. At least she had two people that cared.
E-mail my heart
And say our love will never die
And I
I know you're still out there
And I know that you still care
Hermione knew that he cared about her, Harry wasn't that insensititve. He was just hurt, she convinced herself. She just wished he'd come back. She paced the blue carpet of her house, saw the purple floral rug that they'd bought together, and fell down on it and cried. Hermione cried for an hour and a half, just lying there on the rug, clutching the locket he'd given her for her birthday.
It was silver, a beautiful, shiny silver. In the middle of a floral engraved heart was her birthstone, a beautiful blue sapphire, one that glowed suspiciously when they were together. It hadn't shone for three days. Now it had a dull flatness to it. On the back it had her name engraved in fancy scroll. Inside there was a picture of them at a dance which he'd cut to fit the locket. She snapped it shut and headed toward the computer.
(I know you care)
E-mail me back and say our love will stay alive
Forever
E-mail my heart
I can see you in my mind
Comin' home alive
And opening this letter
That I've sent a hundred times
Next, Hermione tried the old fashioned way of sending letters: through paper. When she still got no reply, she was almost ready to give up. He'll come back, she told herself, he has to.
Here's a picture of us two
I simply adore you
And can't you please forgive me
For the hurt I've put you through
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Can't you give me one more chance
To make it all up to you
Hermione couldn't sleep that night. It's been five days, she thought, while lying sleeplessly in her bed, Maybe Ilona's right, maybe he's never coming back. She cried some more, before finally falling asleep.
E-mail my heart and say that our love will never die
I know you're out there
And I know that you still care
Harry got out of his car and opened the mailbox door. Another letter from Hermione. He shook his head. She wanted him back, and he knew it, and he wanted to go back more than anything, but he just couldn't. Not after what happened. 'You are being a bit rude to her…' he told himself as he unlocked his cherrywood door with the beautiful glass window above the lock. But he refused to gave mercy for her. Harry couldn't just forgive her for all the things she'd said. No, he'd never forgive her.
E-mail me back and say our love will never die
(Won't you say, won't you say, won't you say)
E-mail my
(Won't you say, won't you say, won't you say)
E-mail my heart
Hermione screeched with joy when she found the E-mail message:
Dear Hermione,
I'm such an idiot. I love you. Meet me for dinner at seven thirty tonight, at our favorite place. Be there.
Love,
Harry
And she did.
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A/N: Oh, wow. This was long and took me an hour to write, so I hope you like it! Ack, that's the longest thing I can write at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own any HP characters, J.K. Rowling does, I own Ilona and Ilona only. Britney Spears owns E-mail My Heart.
~Ashley C.