Chapter 2-Stormy Nights
It was a stormy night when a well-built, wealthy man knocked on the old shack.
"Hi, can I help you?" said a timid but honeyed voice.
The man looked down to see a young pretty woman, probably just out of school, dressed in tight clothes.
"Yeh, I hear, you give good service," said the man taking off his coat. "£700 for your bed,"
he continued winking.
Her eyes widened, "Oh sure sir," smoothing her hair, staying smooth,
"Just let me get ready," and she closed the door, not believing her luck.
Around the corner, a man who had seen and heard the whole thing chuckled,
pleased to see that his spell and drug was working. Now he just watched to see how long it could last.
The curtains ruffled roguishly against the breeze-that was close to white if seen by the naked eye, in the scarlet and gold room. The small girl in the corner bed laid restlessly in her bed.
The young woman smiled, not only was it good money, but he gave it too her before they started,
and he was good in bed! If only she had customers like that all the time and if he was single...
"What the hell am I doing here?" the young man roared, his handsome kind face now wrinkled with anger
and evil.
"What's wrong?" asked the woman running her hand down his bare chest, trying one of her tactics.
"Are you a muggle? Get your filthy hands off me!" not answering her puzzled look.
"What did you call me?" She thought he was a bit exotic, but she never expected a new language
as he started muttering this jibberish.
"Well at least you're a bit pure now," he said with a smooth smile.
"Get out of my house!" she said angrily, she silently swore to herself never to do this job again.
"You call this a house? Ha, I'd like you to see where I live one day, actually you probably wouldn't,
it's too far away from your league," the man turned to face the angry woman.
"GET OUT!!"
"My pleasure," and with a swish of his cloak he disappeared.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Hermione woke up sweating and panting and with tears streaming down her face.
This was the first time she had had a nightmare like that, but she knew what that man was going to do,
even if it was the only thing she really knew about her mother's past.
She sat straight up and snapped her eyes open gasping again.
"Are you alright?"
"What's wrong hun?"
"Aww, poor baby"
There was talk. But all she could manage was to close her eyes and lay back and give a faint smile.
"HERMIONE!!" shouted a too urgent voice
She heard the familiar voice and a warm feeling instantly washed over her.
"Hey Ron"
"You alright?" he asked patting her back sympathetically
"I've only heard that a good million times."
"I'm sorry, just you feeling good?" he asked kindly "You look
good," he added with that sloppy smile plastered over his face.
"Fine, you're not meant to be in here" returning the welcoming smile, chuckling.
"There are exceptions. Bloody Harry, kept me up with the stupid shower. Oh here he comes."
"HEY!!"
"Hey yourself"
"Bad dream?" he asked giving her a brotherly hug.
"Yeh kinda…" her voice faltering. She knew he'd understood, after all,
she wasn't the only one getting nightmares fromt he past. She didn't want to admit it, but not only was it
a bad dream, it was a bad past. To everyone on the outside, she was a golden girl,
acing every test, coming first in the grade every year; but inside she was struggling,
no-one knew the truth-she was too ashamed to tell.
"Get better ok?" and Ron and Harry left.
"Hey when you gonna ask her out?"
"Shutup"
"Aww. Come on! I should have left you guys by yourself then" It was fun watching his bestfriends
struggle to hide their feelings. Though they were completely oblivious to each other's feelings, it was
completely obvious to everyone else. He had always thought it'd be nice to have a girlfriend,
but he just found that there was too much stuff going on too even like one!
Ron
was also thinking. When to ask Hermione
out, yeh it might sound very simple to you lover-boy Harry, you have millions
of girls after you, so anytime you felt lonely just look in the crowd and pick
a random and they'd be MORE than happy to go with you. But, deep inside, he was really worried. About Hermione.
And her dreams. Not that he wasn't happy that she wasn't
dreaming about him! But how she woke up screaming or crying. All he really hoped
was that she was alright.
"You know what I was thinking?" said Ron breaking the silence.
"No you daft, I'm not mind-reader," teased Harry, still in his jolly mood
"About Hermione"
Silence.
"Oh yeh and ways to ask her out?" teased Harry again, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.
"Oh ha ha. No about her nightmares"
"Yeh…same here, I wonder if it has anything to do with her books and stuff."
"Mmmm, yeh…we should try to talk to her y'know?"
"Ader! Like I hadn't though of that, but how?"
"Good question"
"Daft"
Since Ron let it slipped that he liked Hermione,
there had been a bit of role-reversal. Like Harry had been teasing Ron, about Hermione of course (what else?)
and Ron had been more serious. But still, times came along when Ron was all jealous and Harry was quiet and
reserved. Hermione on the other hand, was very moody-if she was going through PMS, she was a
couple years behind. Some days she'd be her cheery old self, other days she'd be quiet and recluse to a little corner
reading a big book.
"You can't blame her; those bloody nightmares get in her way of being her good ol' self"
"Yeh, I wish we could help her."
They watched from a distance as Hermione curled
up and started to read another thick book. They looked at each other and sighed.
Hermione wasn't really reading, she just wanted her friends to stop looking at her. Seriously, it's not that nice to be under the spotlight all the time, what would happen if you made the wrong move and make yourself look like a complete mess? That wouldn't look very good. She thought if she just propped up her book in front of her face it would look like she's reading and so she could just rest her very confused mind, and so she peacefully and slowly slipped out of consciousness.
There was a young man, with neat, brown hair and a round, humble face and a young blonde woman next to him holding his hand tightly but smiling. They were looking out of their balcony and the young woman was rubbing her stomach indicating the subject of their talk. Suddenly there was a loud bang and both whirled around
A/N Well...here is the very belated second chapter. Sorry it took so long, I lost motivation along the way and then when I got it again, I forgot what I was going to write! Well thx for your lovely review KHarron and Moony Lover for her encouragement (go read her stories it's good). Oh Yeh, and I need a beta-reader, any volunteers? If you need a beta reader, I could read yours and you could read mine? Thx for reading by the way! captainstar xx