Give You The World, Chapter 2
I Give You The World
Chapter 2
by anime_angel2000
11/24/2k
Rated: PG 13




Cho sat in her room. It was lunch, but she didn't feel like eating. She didn't feel like doing anything. She lay down on the soft, blue blankets covering her bed. She stared into space. The silence in the room was overpowering. She couldn't chase them away. She could when she was with her friends. They eased her heartache. She thought of the summer.

~*~She dragged her luggage to her room, alone. So alone. The pain was unbearable. How could she go on, how could she live, when she knew that someone she had loved, cherished, had gone forever? How would she live life, knowing that he couldn't? His memory came pouring back on her. His gray eyes, sparkling with happiness, as he heaved a snowball in her direction. His dark hair, filled with cold, beautiful white snow, after she had tackled him.
She cried. She cried for what seemed like forever. How could life be so unfair? She loved to sit on her balcony, and stare at the moon. The moon, which was so beautiful, and so cold. It warmed her. She didn't cry when she was on her balcony. The stars winked at her. She knew one of them was Cedric. It would always shine more brightly than the others when she was there.
She couldn't find comfort in her friends. They didn't know. Didn't know how it was to lose someone. Someone you loved. She needed someone who knew, or at least didn't pretend that they could make it better with curling hair and painting nails. She knew who that someone was. Everyone called her heartless. Bossy. Know-it-all. But she saw how a certain boy looked at her, and she knew it couldn't be true. He worshipped the very ground she walked on. Yet he wouldn't admit it, not for the world. But he couldn't like her like that for no reason at all.
She was sitting on her balcony when a large, snowy owl landed on her railing. She recognized it immediately as Harry's. She sighed, and opened the letter. She gasped as she saw the signature on the bottom. Had she heard her wish? Quickly, Cho read the letter.

Dear Cho,
I know you don't know me very well. We've never talked, I don't think. I'm Hermione Granger, a friend of Harry's. That's why I used his owl. I don't think Ron's is up to it.
Anyway, I wanted you to know that I'm sorry about Ced and I'm here for you. I know you're thinking that I have no idea what I'm talking about, that I've never lost love, or had my heart broken, but I do, and I have. I get my heart broken every day, as I'm sure you do.
I just wanted to tell you that if you need a friend, someone who really understands, that I'm right here.
Love,
Hermione

She read it over again and again, feeling that she had finally found a true friend. She ran into her room, lit a candle, dipped a quill in ink, and wrote:

Hermione,
I know this is going to sound weird, because I've never even said hi to you, but I was hoping you would write to me. I think that you are the only girl in the entire school that would understand me, as strange as that sounds.
I'm working at an pet shop over the summer, and I wanted to know if you needed a job. It would be really fun to work with you, and I think you like animals as much as I do (at least, I hope...). You could also stay here for a while.
Write Back!
--Cho

She sealed the envelope, and attached it to Hedwig's leg. She sighed happily as the owl flew into the night. She wasn't exactly sure why she wanted to be friends with the school brainiac of all people, but hey, it was worth a shot. ~*~

They had worked together for months at the shop. She had learned about the true Hermione, the fun-loving, carefree soul that every other person had looked over. She had discovered happiness beyond a good trip to the mall. She had also discovered something in herself she had never had before. She found a part of her that liked getting dirty, didn't care about her clothes, and not caring how stupid she look when she laughed. They had had many good times together, and developed a bond of friendship that she had never had with anyone before. They were practically twins, and could almost read each other's minds. Hermione knew how much Cho was hurting inside. And she was the only one.

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One Week Later
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Ron, Harry and Hermione came back from their Defense Against The Dark Arts laughing.
"Did you see the look on Draco's face when Hagrid finally turned him human again?" Hermione gasped.
"Forget that, do you remember when you walked in the door? He thought you were someone else!" Ron snickered. Hermione blushed, wrapping a smooth, straight lock of hair around her finger. "Do I really look that different?" she said, looking at Harry, almost pleading for him to say no.
"Well," he said truthfully, "Your hair's behaving, your teeth are smaller... Let's face it, Herm, you're not a little girl anymore."
"Yeah," Ron said, punching her on the shoulder, "So pack your dolly up and give her to Ginny, she still needs one."
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, and swatted him with the small blonde halfpenny doll in her hand, "I happen to like my doll, thank you very much!"
"Oh, yes," Ron said sarcastically, then started in a high voice, "Todd gave him to me! I'll treasure it forever!!!"
Hermione scowled and said, "It's not your business what kind of boys I talk to, Mother, and besides, we're just friends! I haven't forgotten our promise."
Harry smiled as her remembered the beginning of the summer. They had all sworn not to go out with anyone unless all three people agreed on the arrangement. Glancing over at Hermione and Ron bickering, Harry knew they would NEVER agree on anyone for each other.
Finally, Hermione shoved Ron into a tree and walked back to Harry. Her chuckled. Ron came running back, and shook his finger at Hermione, saying, "If you weren't a girl, I'd..." he was cut short when a girl came up to them.
"Hi," she said. Ron froze. All he could think about was this girl. Her crystal blue eyes stared into his, as she brushed her silvery blonde hair behind her ears.
Harry was also taken back by her. "Hi," he said, "My name's Harry, and--"
"You're Ron?" the girl interrupted, looking at Ron, who was staring at her as though she were a goddess.
"Yes, he's Ron," Hermione snapped, "and we have to leave now."
The girl shook her head. "What, are you his girlfriend or something?" Hermione blushed and looked at her feet. The girl smirked. "Well, then, I suggest you step out of my way. Ron, my name is Mira, and if you want to talk to me, ask one of the people in Ravenclaw." She smiled and left.
"What did you do?!" Ron yelled in Hermione's face as Mira left. "What did I do?! What are you talking about?" Hermione retorted and started to stalk off. Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her back in toward him. Harry called, "I'm going back to the castle," sure that no one had heard him.
Hermione threw her free arm up in exasperation. "What about the promise? Did you even ask us?"
"I'm asking now, okay?" he shot back. "So if you have a problem with her, you'd better tell me right now, because if you don't, I'm going to go say , "Um, yeah, since you're one of the prettier, nicer girls in the school and you're asking me to talk, even though my friend is obviously jealous out of her mind, I'm willing to talk to you, since this is one of the first times a girl has even acknowledged me, yeah! I'd have a great time talking to you!"
Hermione faltered. "Well," she said, pausing, "I don't like... her voice. She sounds evil. I say no. Harry?" Harry smiled and said, "I don't see anything wrong with her."
"Majority vote," Ron said coldly. "I win."

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Lavender looked up from her glittery toenails. Hermione was asleep, leaning against a large book. The pages were stained with her tears. Lavender sighed, and blew out the candle floating above her nightstand.

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Fred's eyes opened as the clock chimed one. What had woken him up? Then he heard it again. A scream of pain, and terror. He knew it had come from the girls' dorm.
Quickly, still in his pajamas, he raced down the corridor. He was surprised no one else had heard it. He came to a door that was slightly opened. Before he could enter, someone jerked the door wide open, and gasped. Parvati looked up and said, "Oh, Fred, thank God. Please, help. Hermione is having a really bad nightmare and I don't know to wake her up, and is that Ron's shirt?" Fred looked down at the dark shirt that read, "Beauty School Dropout," and said, "Do shirts matter right now?"

She laughed , watching the girl suffer. She loved causing pain to others. It gave her an adrenaline rush, a will to live. She could ruin lives so easily. Suddenly, her hands burned. She could no longer send her power at the girl. What was going on? She returned her viewer's globe to the room the girl was in, and cursed under her breath. That boy... he was the chosen one. The one to save her. How dare he! She vowed, then and there, to kill him. As soon as she got the chance...

Her eyes snapped open. Ron's scent filled her mind, almost drowning out the horrible dream. "Help them," she whispered, "The Great Hall. So much blood, pouring out of the doors, the windows, everywhere. You've got to save them, You've got to! Oh, Ron..." She broke down, feeling the strong arms around her, protecting her, like the brother she never had.
Fred looked up, and said, "Should I have told her I wasn't Ron?"

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She walked the halls, wondering what had gotten into her. It was just a dream, but it had felt so real. And when she woke, she had felt Ron there. But after she woke again, there was no one, no one but the girls in her room, all sleeping soundly.
The clock struck two. She looked out the window. The stars seemed to have gone out. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Oh, great, what if it was a teacher? Just what she needed, tonight, to get in trouble for walking in the halls. She looked for a spot to hide in, but before she could even find anything, she was turned around and pressed against the wall behind her. Draco Malfoy's face came into focus, barely two inches from her own.
"Nice night, isn't it?" he said with a smirking tone. "Although, I don't think you should be wandering the halls this late. Someone could find the sleeping beauty, and like her." He leaned forward and licked her cheek. "Get away from me," she said. He pressed his body against hers, and whispered, "What's the matter, never had it good with a bad boy before? Well, then, it's a good thing I came along, isn't it?" She started to say something, but was cut off when he pressed his lips hard onto hers. She began to feel sick. He pulled away, and she said, "I would never, ever, do anything with you. You should consider yourself lucky I cared enough to slap you."
"Oh," he said, sneering, "That hurt, baby. Come on, you know you want me." Keeping her pinned to the wall, he slid his hand down the side of her body, stopping when he came to the waist of her jeans, then eased his hand to the front, fiddling with the button. "Get off of me," she said, but he kissed her again, this time harder than before, and said, "Now, now, wouldn't want to alarm anyone, would we?" He slid the zipper down the front of her jeans. If she could have, she would have kicked him. Now, she could do nothing. Tears slid down her face, and she was silent. Unfortunately, he saw the tears, and said, "Oh, poor little girl, you're crying, what's wrong?" and licked the tears off her face, then proceeded to bathe her neck in his spit as he loosened his own pants. She now felt positively ill, and was debating whether to throw up on the blonde, greasy hair that continued to brush her face. She began to shake with fear. "Oh, don't do that yet, the good stuff has yet to come," he said. She felt his cold hand slide up her stomach, under her shirt...
"Get off of her, Malfoy." Ron's voice was heard clearly through the wall. Draco turned around, his jeans miraculously the same way they were before he had found Hermione. "And what's she to you, Good Will boy? Jealous? You know I could give it to her better than you could ever imagine. Or perhaps, could you be on the same side of the fence? Jealous I went after her instead?"
"How dare you," Ron whispered, and flung himself on top of Malfoy. Hermione sunk to the ground, shaking with fright and embarrassment, and tried to gather herself together, and stop crying. She looked up just in time to see Ron step away from Malfoy and wipe the blood from his lip with the back of his sleeve. He came over and helped her up, wrapping one of his robes around her shoulders, along with his arm. They stepped over Malfoy, who was laying in a heap, blood coming from his mouth and cheek, one eye rapidly turning purple. Ron walked her into the common room, and turned to her. "Are you alright?" He said, his sea blue eyes no longer cold, but now warm, and concerned. She tried to speak, but found only tears, tears that wouldn't stop, that never ceased. "Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry," he whispered, and held her close to him. She breathed in, and again, she could smell him, and she felt safe.
Ron cursed in his mind. He wanted to kill Malfoy for doing this to her. For almost taking her beautiful innocence by force. For hurting her so deeply that she would never be fully healed, but would always have this scar in her heart, that would make her close her heart from love for so long. Damn you, Malfoy, he thought, how could you hurt her like this? And yet, the words out of the pale boy's mouth did form some sort of twisted truth. He couldn't deny it any longer. He loved Hermione. And after this night, nothing would ever be the same.

D/C: I do not own anything. Thank you
A/N: Okay, a bit of limey-lemonyness, sorry, but it does go with the story. Blame my self defense class. And also sorry to Draco fans, but I could see him do this, I'm serious. He's the kind of boy who would. Anyway, this is longer than I expected, but I'm gonna get it edited soon, so it may be revised. Love y'all lots!