Chapter 2 ~ Hurting ~
"Hey Hedwig. How was your night?" Harry asked the snowy white owl. In response, she nipped at his finger, affectionately. Just than, a small brown owl flew in and landed on Harry's bed. He removed the letter and package from the unknown bird's leg and watched as it flew off into the blue sky.
Harry grinned from ear to ear as he recognized Hermione's handwriting, "Finally ... " He breathed, he hadn't recieved a latter from her in the longest time and was beginning to worry. But as his stunning green eyes moved across the page, his grin turned into a frown. He slowly put her letter down next to the unopened package and stood up. "Something's wrong ... " He mumbled to himself, sensing it rather than knowing. Hermione was in trouble and he could feel it, but what could he do? Harry decided to go downstairs and ask Sirius; Since he had moved in with his Godfather last year, they were able to talk about anything and everything.
"Good morning, Harry!" Sirius greeted him cheerfully.
"Good morning." Harry said, slowly. He was still too worried about Hermione to realize that Sirius hadn't said happy birthday to him. "Sirius? I need to talk to you."
Sirius frowned but sat down across from him and nodded, "Something on your mind, Harry?"
"Yes ..." Harry started, not knowing what to ask him exactly. "Well, it's Hermione. I think she may be in trouble."
"Hermione? In trouble? That's impossible." Especially since she said she would be at the party, Sirius thought.
"Why would you think that?" He asked.
"Well, the letter she sent me wasn't at all 'Hermione-like'. She seemed like she was hiding something."
"How can you possibly know that from a simple letter?"
Harry frowned, Sirius wasn't acting at all like what Harry had thought he would. "Because I just do. I have a feeling, that's all." He answered, becoming irritated.
"Harry, you're jumping to conclusions. You're Hermione's best friend, she would tell you if she were hurt." Sirius said, touching Harry's arm lightly. "Don't get all worked up over nothing."
"Nothing? Hermione could be hurt and all you can say is don't get all worked up?" Harry cried jumping out of his chair, surprising both Sirius and himself. He had never raised his voice to Sirius and he couldn't understand why he was getting so upset.
"Harry, I'm sorry ..."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just that I'm really worried about her. Especially since she was acting really weird last year. " Harry apologized, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I'm sorry." He said again and went back upstairs. Hey, Sirius didn't tell me happy birthday. He realized. Maybe that's because you were acting like such a prat, he yelled at himself.
Harry sighed. He shouldn't care about his birthday when Hermione could be in trouble. Hermione ... Harry thought. His heart gave a sudden lurch that he was very familiar with whenever he thought about her. "Where are these feelings coming from?" He asked himself. "Hermione's your best friend! You can't go out with her! Are you crazy?" He reminded himself.
Yeah, I'm head over heels in love with her.
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione jumped out of bed at the sound of her name and groaned, "Oh no..."
She forgot that Anthony had told her he would be coming over. Now she wished she would have gone on the week long cruise with her parents. But then you would have missed the party. She reminded herself, smiling at the thought of Harry. Now all she needed was to get away without Anthony finding out, but how?
"HERMIONE! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE!" Anthony bellowed from the kitchen, sending terrified chills down Hermione's back.
"Oh, God, help me. " She prayed, knowing he was drunk and dangerous. "I'm coming!" She called and ran down the stairs.
"What were you doing? I thought I told you to have dinner ready." He asked, slapping her across the face so hard he sent her sprawling backwards. Hermione bit her lip to keep the tears at bay and stood up slowly. You're used to this by now, Hermione. She told herself and went into the kitchen. Why do you listen to him? Why don't you just walk away and never see him again? Why do you take this crap from him? She asked herself, for the millionth time. "Because I can't." She answered herself, for the millioneth time.
"What was that?" Anthony asked, coming into the kitchen.
"How do you want your steak?" Hermione murmered.
"Raw." Anthony whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. He covered her neck in sloppy kisses, groaning softly to himself.
Hermione shut her eyes tightly. His breath smelled strongly of alchohol and she felt like throwing up. "Anthony, stop." She told him, pulling away from his grasp.
"Why? Don't you like that?" He asked, impatiently. "Why do you always pull away when I touch you?"
Because you make me sick, Hermione wanted to scream in his face. "I'm not ready." She answered instead, shifting her gaze on the wall behind him. The cheery yellow seemed to mock her miserableness. "You know that."
Anthony scowled at her, "Well, I am ready. That should be enough." With that he grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs and into her room. "I'm tired of your excuses." He pushed her roughly on the bed.
"Anthony, no!" She slipped away and ran for the door but he was much too fast.
"No, you don't. You've stalled this for way too long." He grabbed her and threw her on the bed again. "I will not take no for an answer!" He bellowed into her face. He straddled her and began fumbling to untie the buttons on her top.
"Please! Don't do this!" She screamed, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Shut-up before I shut you up!" He sneered cruelly and kissed her hard on the lips working his way down.
No, no, no! Please, God, help me! She pleaded not knowing what else to do.
Harry woke up with a start, sweat dripping down his face. "Hermione..."
He didn't know why he woke up but he knew she needed him. He had heard her scream, calling out for help. "But that's impossible. She lives miles away." Harry told himself, confused.
Nevertheless, he had definantly heard her. You were just having a nightmare, Harry. Go back to sleep. He told himself, laying back down and staring up at the ceiling. The day had not gone as he planned. First the letter from Hermione, then the conversation with Sirius, and to top it off, he hadn't recieved anything from Ron.
He felt like he was at the Dursley's. They had always forgotten his birthday. He sighed and closed his eyes, "You're seventeen Harry. You're too old for a birthday party." He whispered, falling into a restless sleep.
A*N: Hey everyone, me again. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry if it was a little depressing, but it can only get better in the end. I am actually glad at the way my story is going, but you know what would make me happier? Some reviews!!! In fact, I'm not going to post anything else unless I get at least 3 more reviews! That's not much now is it? I also don't mind criticism, I mean how else can I improve unless someone points out my faults, right? Anyway, please review and I'll love you forever!
¤ AnGeLeYeS ¤
"Hey Hedwig. How was your night?" Harry asked the snowy white owl. In response, she nipped at his finger, affectionately. Just than, a small brown owl flew in and landed on Harry's bed. He removed the letter and package from the unknown bird's leg and watched as it flew off into the blue sky.
Harry grinned from ear to ear as he recognized Hermione's handwriting, "Finally ... " He breathed, he hadn't recieved a latter from her in the longest time and was beginning to worry. But as his stunning green eyes moved across the page, his grin turned into a frown. He slowly put her letter down next to the unopened package and stood up. "Something's wrong ... " He mumbled to himself, sensing it rather than knowing. Hermione was in trouble and he could feel it, but what could he do? Harry decided to go downstairs and ask Sirius; Since he had moved in with his Godfather last year, they were able to talk about anything and everything.
"Good morning, Harry!" Sirius greeted him cheerfully.
"Good morning." Harry said, slowly. He was still too worried about Hermione to realize that Sirius hadn't said happy birthday to him. "Sirius? I need to talk to you."
Sirius frowned but sat down across from him and nodded, "Something on your mind, Harry?"
"Yes ..." Harry started, not knowing what to ask him exactly. "Well, it's Hermione. I think she may be in trouble."
"Hermione? In trouble? That's impossible." Especially since she said she would be at the party, Sirius thought.
"Why would you think that?" He asked.
"Well, the letter she sent me wasn't at all 'Hermione-like'. She seemed like she was hiding something."
"How can you possibly know that from a simple letter?"
Harry frowned, Sirius wasn't acting at all like what Harry had thought he would. "Because I just do. I have a feeling, that's all." He answered, becoming irritated.
"Harry, you're jumping to conclusions. You're Hermione's best friend, she would tell you if she were hurt." Sirius said, touching Harry's arm lightly. "Don't get all worked up over nothing."
"Nothing? Hermione could be hurt and all you can say is don't get all worked up?" Harry cried jumping out of his chair, surprising both Sirius and himself. He had never raised his voice to Sirius and he couldn't understand why he was getting so upset.
"Harry, I'm sorry ..."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just that I'm really worried about her. Especially since she was acting really weird last year. " Harry apologized, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I'm sorry." He said again and went back upstairs. Hey, Sirius didn't tell me happy birthday. He realized. Maybe that's because you were acting like such a prat, he yelled at himself.
Harry sighed. He shouldn't care about his birthday when Hermione could be in trouble. Hermione ... Harry thought. His heart gave a sudden lurch that he was very familiar with whenever he thought about her. "Where are these feelings coming from?" He asked himself. "Hermione's your best friend! You can't go out with her! Are you crazy?" He reminded himself.
Yeah, I'm head over heels in love with her.
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione jumped out of bed at the sound of her name and groaned, "Oh no..."
She forgot that Anthony had told her he would be coming over. Now she wished she would have gone on the week long cruise with her parents. But then you would have missed the party. She reminded herself, smiling at the thought of Harry. Now all she needed was to get away without Anthony finding out, but how?
"HERMIONE! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE!" Anthony bellowed from the kitchen, sending terrified chills down Hermione's back.
"Oh, God, help me. " She prayed, knowing he was drunk and dangerous. "I'm coming!" She called and ran down the stairs.
"What were you doing? I thought I told you to have dinner ready." He asked, slapping her across the face so hard he sent her sprawling backwards. Hermione bit her lip to keep the tears at bay and stood up slowly. You're used to this by now, Hermione. She told herself and went into the kitchen. Why do you listen to him? Why don't you just walk away and never see him again? Why do you take this crap from him? She asked herself, for the millionth time. "Because I can't." She answered herself, for the millioneth time.
"What was that?" Anthony asked, coming into the kitchen.
"How do you want your steak?" Hermione murmered.
"Raw." Anthony whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. He covered her neck in sloppy kisses, groaning softly to himself.
Hermione shut her eyes tightly. His breath smelled strongly of alchohol and she felt like throwing up. "Anthony, stop." She told him, pulling away from his grasp.
"Why? Don't you like that?" He asked, impatiently. "Why do you always pull away when I touch you?"
Because you make me sick, Hermione wanted to scream in his face. "I'm not ready." She answered instead, shifting her gaze on the wall behind him. The cheery yellow seemed to mock her miserableness. "You know that."
Anthony scowled at her, "Well, I am ready. That should be enough." With that he grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs and into her room. "I'm tired of your excuses." He pushed her roughly on the bed.
"Anthony, no!" She slipped away and ran for the door but he was much too fast.
"No, you don't. You've stalled this for way too long." He grabbed her and threw her on the bed again. "I will not take no for an answer!" He bellowed into her face. He straddled her and began fumbling to untie the buttons on her top.
"Please! Don't do this!" She screamed, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Shut-up before I shut you up!" He sneered cruelly and kissed her hard on the lips working his way down.
No, no, no! Please, God, help me! She pleaded not knowing what else to do.
Harry woke up with a start, sweat dripping down his face. "Hermione..."
He didn't know why he woke up but he knew she needed him. He had heard her scream, calling out for help. "But that's impossible. She lives miles away." Harry told himself, confused.
Nevertheless, he had definantly heard her. You were just having a nightmare, Harry. Go back to sleep. He told himself, laying back down and staring up at the ceiling. The day had not gone as he planned. First the letter from Hermione, then the conversation with Sirius, and to top it off, he hadn't recieved anything from Ron.
He felt like he was at the Dursley's. They had always forgotten his birthday. He sighed and closed his eyes, "You're seventeen Harry. You're too old for a birthday party." He whispered, falling into a restless sleep.
A*N: Hey everyone, me again. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry if it was a little depressing, but it can only get better in the end. I am actually glad at the way my story is going, but you know what would make me happier? Some reviews!!! In fact, I'm not going to post anything else unless I get at least 3 more reviews! That's not much now is it? I also don't mind criticism, I mean how else can I improve unless someone points out my faults, right? Anyway, please review and I'll love you forever!
¤ AnGeLeYeS ¤