Chapter 2 Another Chance For Nothing
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Disclaimer – No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything else you might find. In my fan-fic I only own the plot and some of the people in the streets. Yes, I do cry every night knowing that Draco Malfoy isn't mine and that I don't own Harry Potter. :'( ……… !!! Oh… you didn't ask that? …silence… How embarrassing…
Hermione found herself lying against a tree in the morning. She must have slept all night in the park. She stood up and started to walk down the streets toward Victors' house to collect her things. When she opened the door, he was sitting on the staircase, waiting for her.
"Your back." He said standing up. "I'm sorry. It wont happen again." He said.
Hermione looked away. "You think that is going to repair our relationship? We were supposed to get married in two weeks! TWO!"
Victor nodded. "I know." He said. He took her hand and pulled her close to him. "I don't want to loose you. I had no idea what I was doing, it's the stress of the wedding and I felt so alone." He said, kissing her arm. "You have no idea how bad I feel." He said to her.
Hermione looked at him and shook her head. "I don't know Victor…"
Victor squeezed her arm and gripped it tightly. "You should, God damn it!" He yelled.
Hermione nodded. It wasn't the first time Victor had been so crude to her. She knew it was only the stress of the wedding, like he had said. Victor released her arm and Hermione rubbed it.
"Now you may leave. And remember, I love you." He said.
Hermione nodded and walked away from him, up the stairs, to cry in her room.
The next week, Hermione decided to tell Victor that she needed to go out with Ginny, and she wouldn't be back that night. It was three days till their wedding and she needed to do something to calm her nerves. She checked with Ginny, and they had their whole night planned.
Hermione arrived at Ginny's house in the early afternoon and they headed out for a day full of sights to see and places to go. When it came to be around nine at night, they heard the phone ring.
Ginny went over and picked it up with a cheerful voice. "Hello?"
"Darling?" The other voice on the receiver said.
"Harry!" Ginny smiled. "I love you."
Hermoine could hear Harry laugh. "And of course, I love you. Ginny, I want tonight to be special so I planned a surprise. I booked the hottest place in town, and it's our anniversary…" Harry whispered sweetly.
Ginny gasped. "Oh my god…"
"You didn't forget did you hunny?" Harry asked.
"No, no, no…" Ginny said sharing a scared look with Hermione. "Of course not, I just was so sure that you forgot and well… God, sometimes you surprise me a lot."
"See you at 9:30?" Harry asked.
Ginny giggled. "Yeah… see you then."
Ginny hung up the phone and looked over at Hermione. "I'm sorry, I…"
Hermione smiled. "You go have fun." She said. She grabbed her luggage and then said, "I'm just going to head back to Victors. I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked.
Ginny nodded. "Of course."
They both headed out of Ginny's house and Hermione and Ginny hugged and said their goodbyes. Hermione found herself yet again, in the dead of the night with no company. Although, company would do her no good, for she was feeling quite lonely for the past couple weeks. She sighed and made her way back to her house, opening the door that this time was not locked.
Hermione walked up the stairs and placed her luggage down when she heard moans coming from Victor's room. She raised an eyebrow and walked silently over to the door and pressed her ear against it.
She gasped. "He wouldn't… he couldn't… not when our wedding is less than three days away…" She whispered to herself.
Hermione swung open the door very quickly and flicked on the light. It was just as she had expected. She bit her lip and shook her head as she saw Victor in the bed with yet another woman that she didn't recognize.
"Hermione…" Victor gasped.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, it's me. I'm glad you recognise your own fiancé when clearly, there are already two woman that I have seen you sleep with." She said.
A rustle under the white covers came again, and another girl, about sixteen crawled out. "He is the man with the plan." She said.
Hermione felt her heart beating faster and faster, like a birds wings before it can take flight. "How many girls now? Three?" She asked. "Care to show me another? In the closet perhaps?"
Victor shook his head. "No, there is no more."
"Wow…" Hermione said nodding. "So nice to know that you make it sound like an accomplishment that there is no more women in that bed of yours. Guess you were always the gentlemen with me and we never did… THAT, but now, I'm wondering why you refused to have it with me but did it with a bunch of other girls." She finished.
"Well, you never wanted to do it. It's a simple as that Hermione. You were too much of a little good school girl." Victor said.
Hermione shook her head. "You little cheat!" She yelled.
"Oh God Hermione, its not like you weren't expecting it… I mean, isn't it a little odd that I caught all of those snitches in Quidditch? Well, I can't just get there by not cheating a little bit… It got me here, didn't it? It got me you." Victor chuckled.
Hermione didn't want Victor to see her cry. She had thought he had loved her with all his heart, and she had given hers, only for it to be crushed. She heaved a sigh as she felt her heart breaking, like it was being driven over with a million trucks.
"Well you know what? You don't have me anymore, Victor. You have your sluts, and that's it." She said.
Victor let out another laugh. "How wrong you are Hermione." He said.
Hermione shook her head and turned out of the room and down the hall. She could hear Victor calling out her name. His voice grew louder, and angrier. Hermione knew what Victor did when he was angry, so she started to run a bit.
Just then, she heard the shot of a gun. She immediately stopped to hear Victor say, "Move one more God damned step and you will pay a visit to Hell!"
Hermione's breathing was unsteady, and Victor came up behind her and put a hand on her butt. "You know you want me."
Hermione waited for the perfect second and she knocked the gun out of his hand with a spell and it flung across the hall. She started to run and remembered to use her wand once more. She yelled a rope-tying spell and tied Victor up momentarily. She ran out of the door and into the streets, breathing the fresh night air as it hit her lungs with a cold harshness.
Hermione gasped. She had nowhere to go… she had nowhere to live. She ran to the airport. She would call Harry, Ron and Ginny from somewhere far away.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" Said a woman at the counter. Her voice dragged on and she looked tired and bored.
"Um, what is the first flight out of here?" Hermione asked.
The lady looked at Hermione strangely, and then turned to the books on the table with the flight files. "Um, the flight to New York is leaving right now." She said. "You have seven minutes to get there."
Hermione jumped. "Oh! Um, here." She put down the money she had in her purse, and planned to get rid of all her debit cards and get new ones.
The lady handed back her change. "Have a nice flight."
Hermione nodded and ran down the hall. She had no clothes with her, she had no baggage. She couldn't sleep on anything, and had no idea what to do in New York when she got there.
Hermione took off her watch and anything else that was metal and ran through the checking area. She then grabbed her watch and ran down the rest of the hall. She boarded the plane and handed in her ticket, just as the doors were closing. She breathed deeply for a bit and then smiled.
"New York… here I come!" She said looking out the window. "And you have never met anyone like Hermione Granger!"
The plane landed with a rough shake and Hermione woke up from the nap she was having.
"All passengers to New York. All passengers to New York!" The stewardess said, walking down the isles and waking up people who were to get off at this stop.
Hermione ran off the plane and walked straight through the airport. She walked into the streets of New York and gasped.
"Beautiful… isn't it?" Asked a man to her right.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, it is."
The man smiled. "Name is Dallik. Dallik Ramson."
Hermione looked over to Dallik and smiled. He had brown hair, which looked like a cross between a shag and a mullet, and it showed plenty of split ends. He wasn't a real good-looking guy, but Hermione had the feeling that he was kind inside and that was all that mattered.
Hermione looked around a bit more. "Oh, um… My name is Hermione. Hermione… Hermione."
"So your not gonna give me your last name?" Dallik teased.
Hermione giggled. "I'm not really sure by this time what it is…" She whispered.
Dallik nodded. "So your not from around here?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I actually just got out of the airport."
"Visiting family?" He asked curiously.
Hermione shook her head again with a slight smile. "No, I'm not sure why I'm here."
He nodded as they stood there silently. "Look, let me buy you a coffee." He said.
Hermione followed Dallik to a fairly large coffee shop that looked very comfortable. He ordered her a coffee and himself one, and they both sat down. Hermione took a sip of her coffee and left it in her mouth for a bit, tasting its rich texture. She finally swallowed it, allowing it to flow down her throat and warm her insides.
"I'm a business man." Dallik stated.
Hermione looked over at him. "Really? With what?"
Dallik smiled. "I hire. I hire whoever will work for me. Good paying jobs." He said.
Hermione looked to her right thinking about what he was saying for a little while. "What sort of jobs?" She finally asked.
"They are different sometimes. I just get them to sign a contract and send them on their way to get a warm home and food." He said.
Hermione liked what he was saying. She needed a job, or else she wouldn't live more than a week out here. "So you cant tell me what it is until I sign?"
He nodded. "If you want to work for me that is."
Hermione bit her lip. He sounded trusting, and she couldn't let her conscience tear her away from possibly having a very fulfilling future. She couldn't get any Wizard jobs anyways, considering the fear that Victor would track her down like a wolf trying to get meat.
"Can I see the contract?" She asked.
Dallik acted as though he was expecting this and pulled the contract out of his coat and slid it over to her, along with a very beautiful gold lined pen, which looked of only the wealthiest quality.
'Must be a good line of work…' She thought.
She read it over. The key points were that she had to take the job after she signed, and that he wasn't sure how it would turn out for her but he hoped for the best. Hermione felt a trust toward Dallik and she looked at his clean white smile as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked.
"I'm crazy…" Hermione said, "But I think it sounds good enough."
She picked up the pen and put it to the paper. She kept it in one spot for a while as the black ink ran onto the paper and she jumped out of her trance.
"Sorry." She said.
He only nodded and Hermione began to sign her name. She finished writing, 'Hermione Granger' and then put the pen down.
Dallik smiled. "You start now." He said.
"All right, what is the job?" She asked.
Dallik grinned and Hermione started to get a little scared. He was acting strange. He stood up and moved his hand, signalling her to come along and follow him.
"What's the job?" Hermione asked again.
Dallik laughed. "A little something called 'Property Sales'." He said.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "But New York is usually just selling out old homes, I doubt that any property is left!" She said. "I read in books that…"
Dallik cut her off short. "Stupid, stupid girl." He sneered. "You ARE the property."
Hermione felt her jaw drop. "What?"
Dallik grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a grimy looking building. He bound her hands and stripped her of her clothing, putting her into skimpy clothes that were a braw with one strap missing and a short skirt made for someone much shorter than her.
"You will stand, proudly." He said pulling her up to a window where three other girls stood, tarnished and tired. He chained her hands to either side of her. "Men will come in, use you, and most likely return you." He said.
"This must be illegal!" She stammered.
He laughed. "You're in America now, baby!" He said. "It's not illegal till authorities catch you!" He said. "Your purse will also be up for sale with you, just because I'm going to give you it for a 'sexy' impression."
He took out her wallet and took the remaining money. Hermione was relieved to have gotten rid of her cards when she had the chance. She looked at him look over her wand, and she bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed. He shrugged and shoved it back in her purse, strapping it onto her shoulder.
Hermione sat there looking out the window. She didn't want to be shown off like some slut. She didn't want to be sold to some guy who only wanted her to use her. She closed her eyes and looked over at some of the other girls who gave her saddened hopeless looks.
Hermione shuddered, and felt her cheeks burn. How could she have been so stupid to sign a contract to some guy on a street? She shouldn't have taken that chance! She closed her eyes again and started to cry.
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