the looooooooooooooooooong awaited sequel is here!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, JKR does.

Hermione Granger’s Pain 2: Princess of Death?

Chapter one: Princess Unwell

Three years since she found out she was a princess, put her father in prison and left Hogwarts with Cedric for the final time.

Her grandmother’s assistant doted on her and Cedric, and gave Hermione Princess Lessons and put what the young witch had learned to the test.

She was quite a fast learner and passed most of what was thrown at her. She also made mistakes along the way in her walking, speaking and appearance.

Her wild, untameable frizzy hair was the worst to tackle.

The Royal family’s dressers and stylists tried everything from straightening charms to hair serums and crèmes.

“Mione.” Cedric whispered to the sleeping form of his girlfriend, he leaned over the many pillows on their bed and nuzzled her neck.

She rolled over so she was facing him and slowly woke up from her deep slumber.

“Welcome to the world of the living, darling.” Cedric grinned.

“Shut up.” She said groggily and playfully flung her arm out at him.

“You slept well.” He said cheerfully.

“Bugger off.” She said and groaned in pain. She rolled away from him and lay on her stomach, hugging herself.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, slipping from his propped up position and put his arm across her back.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was muffled by the many pillows that surrounded her face, almost as though smothering her.

“Yes you do.” He pouted.

She seemed to feel his pout burning into her neck and turned her head to face him.

“I’m near my time, okay?” she mumbled.

Cedric wrinkled his nose, making him look adorable. “I’ll leave you to your lady problems then.” He smiled and kissed her.

Hermione mimicked him and pouted up at him. “I was told I had to read a speech to the people through the WNN before I got confidence to speak publicly.”

“I’ll do it on your behalf. You’re staying in bed because you’re not well.”

“You don’t-“

“Don’t you dare say those last words. I’m offering.” He said, silencing her with a kiss.

“Okay fine.” She mumbled.

“I’ll tell Jaime you’re staying here then.” He said and kissed her a final time before leaving the room.

‘I wish he’d do this all day … the kissing I mean…’ she thought wistfully.

A knock sounded on her door.

“Come in…” Hermione said quietly. After three years she still hadn’t accustomed to people knocking on her door for entry. She was used to her father bursting the door down to come in and hurt her.

“Princess? I’ve received note from Mister Diggory that you’re not all to well. What is wrong Your Highness?” Jaime asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Hermione said. “And Jaime. It’s not fair if I get to call you by your name but you can’t seem to be allowed to call me and Cedric by our own names. Call Me Hermione, okay? Not Your Highness, Majesty, Princess. I’m no higher than the lesser fortunate are in my eyes.” She said kindly.

“Y…Yes Your Majesty- I-I mean Hermione…” Jaime stammered and bowed her way out of the room.

Hermione shook her head, smiling. “It’ll be back to her automatic response of ‘Princess’, ‘Your Majesty’ or ‘Your Highness’ later. Honestly. Cedric and I tell her it’s okay to call us by our names.” She muttered to herself.

She pulled the covers tight around her body for comfort. She slowly fell into a restless slumber, the memories of her dad never fading, but the scars that he inflicted and she inflicted upon herself slowly disintegrating into nothingness.

Three hours had passed and she finally awoke to the sound of cluttering in the room. She went into instant fear and trembled under her covers, wishing Cedric was next to her, making her feel safe.

The thing that was cluttering around had stopped quivering and squeaked an apology.

“Miss Princess Hermione. I is very sorry to have awakened you from your peaceful sleep.” The familiar squeaky voice said and bashed his head against the vanity table.

She looked up to see;

“Dobby?”

The elf stopped bashing his head instantly and looked at her, his large green eyes looking up, pleading. The reminded her of Harry.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, beaming at the now bashful elf.

“Mr Harry Potter has sent me, Miss. He is being missing you terribly since you left.” Dobby said.

“Oh. Oh, poor Harry!” Hermione gasped.

“He doesn’t think Mr Cedric Diggory is right for Miss Princess Hermione.”

The sparkle in Hermione’s eyes vanished as quickly as it came.

“Does Miss Hermione still have strong feelings for Mr Harry Potter?” Dobby asked.

Hermione nodded. “But I’m with Cedric now.” She told the elf.

“You can still change your mind.” Dobby said.

“Your Majesty?” came the muffled voice of Jaime.

Dobby snapped his fingers and vanished with a loud crack just as Jaime entered the room.

“Are you alright, Princess?” she asked.

Hermione was about to answer when she lurched at the side of the bed and threw up, traces of blood speckled in her bile.

Jaime yelped and fled from the room to find a medi-witch or wizard. She sent an owl to Cedric telling him to get back to the palace, for Hermione was unwell.

awwwwwww poor Hermione.. I feel bad for her

Chapter 2: What is it?

Cedric rushed back to the Palace and ran up to his and Hermione’s bedchamber. When he got to Hermione and Jaime, Hermione was still throwing up, more and more blood coming out each time she retched.

A medi-witch finally bustled into the room with an assistant, who looked no more that sixteen as a contrast to the forty-odd looking medi-witch.

The medi-witch laid Hermione on her side and conjured a bucket for her. She cleared up the mess of the floor and knelt next to the princess.

“Come on, sweet. Tilt your head back slightly. That’s it.” The woman said gently as Hermione obeyed.

The woman slipped the potion into the young princess’s mouth and gently tipped the girl’s head back a bit more so she had no choice but to let it slip down her throat.

“Give it about a week for it to pass. If this doesn’t work send Her Majesty to the Hospital or contact me as quick as you can, whether she wants you to or not.” The medi-witch said to Jaime and left the room with her young assistant, Jaime at her heel.

Cedric collapsed at Hermione’s side and held her hand.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t she tell you?” he asked

She weakly shook her head. “I know as much as you do about it …………” she whispered.

The week passed like three long years and Hermione’s illness progressed rapidly, dramatically turning into a cough rather than throwing up.

Cedric quickly owled the medi-witch.

The medi-witch got to the palace as quickly as she could.

“Still feeling unwell, love?” she asked Hermione when she got to the young princess’s bedchamber.

Hermione nodded weakly.

After about an hour of checking and probing the medi-witch looked up at Cedric.

“She’s got something that’s more of a Muggle disease than a magical one …” she said.

“What is it?” Cedric asked, worried.

“Tuberculosis.” She answered.

“What’s that?! What happens?!”

“It’s a disease that will slowly kill her from the inside. Mostly attacking the lungs.” She told him before walking out.

Cedric sat on the bed in shock.

*gasps* NOOOOOOOOOOO Hermione cant die!

Chapter 3: suffering.

Two months passed by, dragging on like a long hurricane.

Hermione continued her sessions and was getting ready to prepare for the traditional Royal Christmas Day speech. It was in two days time, but Jaime told her there was no harm in preparing beforehand.

“Cedric,” Hermione said.

Cedric looked up at her. “Yes hun?”

“You DO know what tuberculosis does to the sufferer, right.”

He’d succeeded in locking his thoughts on that illness at the back of his mind, and didn’t intend on letting Hermione know he knew. “Makes them feel weak?” he said.

“That’s not the beginning of it. It burns holes in your lungs. Makes you cough up blood. Gives you pain… it kills you.” She whispered.

“H-how long?” he asked, his voice caught in his throat.

“Could be years yet, depends how quickly it wants me to die.” She said, hoping it could be years yet.

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sorry it's short, it's all i got written down xxxxxx

aww poor hermione! i feel bad for her!

“Promise?” he asked. Since he heard what fate Hermione would meet, he looked like a lost puppy about to lose everything he owned and loved.

“I promise.” She held on to him. “I love you, Cedric.” She added, looking at the sapphire, diamond and ruby encrusted ring that had been given to her two nights before.

“I love you too.” He said. “For forever and ever to distraction.”

“Cedric I don’t want to suffer…”

“No-one does…”

They stood there in each other’s arms.

“Mione don’t leave…” he said, just making sure she wouldn’t.

“Oh Ced, I won’t of course I won’t.” she told him, looking up and gently taking his head in her hands.

Jaime cleared her throat.

Hermione looked up.

"Mrs Molly Weasley is here, Your Highness." she said.

"Send her up please." Hermione said and buried her face in Cedric's chest again.

Jaime bowed out of the room and moments later Molly walked in.

"Hermione, how are you dear?" she asked.

Hermione mumbled something incoherently.

"Sorry?"

"I said I'm fine, ill but fine." she whispered. "Yourself?"

Molly was about to answer when Cedric piped up.

"Why are you here, Molly? I mean, with all due respect, you and your family weren't exactly there when she needed you. Or Harry. Harry decided he'd beat seven colours of the rainbow out of her, Ron ignored her, it was only near the end of their time they noticed her."

"Ced, what are you saying? She's the only one close to a mum I have left, Harry realised he did wrong..." Hermione said.

Cedric glared for a brief moment before turning away.

'This is not what I need. Cedric slowly hating me, just like everyone else.' Hermione thought.

"Harry misses you, Hermione." Molly said softly.

"Dobby was here two months ago. He told me Harry was miserable" Hermione told her.

awww poor Hermione, Ced. stop hating her!

cool! do i sense a love triangle story? keep it coming!!

“Yeah, and we told Harry not to get in contact with us.” Cedric spat.

“No, YOU told him. Like it or not Cedric Diggory, Harry is my best friend and he may be my ex, but I still care for him as my friend.” Hermione said.

"Been round the block haven't you, dirty, stupid *****." Cedric snarled.

"Oh, jealous of Harry are we?" Hermione said with laughter in her voice. She clearly thought he was joking.

He growled menacingly.

*gasps* whats going on here?! PAMS

She took it as a warning.

“Erm, Molly, I’ll contact you soon. I need to sort something out.” She said hesitantly.

“Alright dear. Take care.” Molly said and walked out.

“What was that about?” Hermione asked.

“Hermione, no-one wants a dity, ****ty slapper. Not me, not Potter, not Weasley, not your “second family”! No-one!” Cedric shouted and slapped her across the face.

Sh collapsed to the floor with the force of the slap, putting a hand on the spot he hit.

She didn’t look up at him, afraid of what would happen.

“Wh-what changed you all of a sudden?” she whispered.

He kneeled down to her.

“I don’t need to answer you! Just remember, you belong to no-one but me. I’m the only one that cares!” he snarled, stood up and kicked her before walking out.

She got up and rushed to he conjoined bathroom and had a coughing fit just as she collapsed at the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

The fit lasted a whole five minutes. The blood she had coughed up had stained the white porcelain.

Flushing, she stumbled into the room and to her bed.

‘I’m going to get it when he sees the stains, I know I am… I thought I was strong! Guess I’m not…’ she thought.

She fell into an uneasy, fitful sleep.

omg he hit her! post more soon! 1st bump!

Chapter 4: Time bomb Diggory

Christmas came and went in ups and downs and soon the month of March was fast approaching.

"Cedric, would you in any way mind if I went out to the gardens? Being inside isn't agreeing with me very well." she asked timidly.

"Why should I mind, sweetheart?" he asked.

"N-no reason." she said.

"Mione, you sound too cowardy. No-one wants a cowardy Queen-to-be, do they? They'll lose faith in you."

"I'm sorry... I'll be better..."

"Yes, of course you will." he said, touching her cheek gently.

She inwardly trembled.

"I love you." he said sweetly.

She looked in his eyes for a glimmer of hope. She cautiously allowed a smile to grace her features.

He gently pulled her close to him and tickled her.

"Hey... stop!" she giggled and tried to dodge his hands. That was near impossible seeing as he was holding her.

He stopped after a further fifteen minutes and kissed her.

"Can I go now?" she asked, giggling.

He nodded and let her go and smiled.

She smoothed out the many skirts of her floor-length dress and walked out to the gardens.

The cool February wind blew her now sleek and straight hair behind her as she walked through the rose dotted labyrinth.

She soon got to the center of it where there was a small door in one of the hedges.

She opened it and got to her secret place only she and Cedric knew.

It was covered in different flowers from white lilies, violet poppies to crimson roses and other flowers and plants in between.

She held on to the small golden Catholic cross that lay on her neck, hung by a golden chain. she had found it in her grandmother's room when she had first explored her new home.She hadn't showed it to Cedric for fear he'd break it or think it stupid.

"Grandma...help me through this.... please...." she whispered down to the small cross.

She found herself sitting on the bench between the crimson and snow roses.

An hour had passed, she hadn't moved from that spot, admiring what surrounded her and pleading for her grandmother to help her.

"HERMIONE!!" she heard Cedric's voice shout.

'He's angry.' she thought.

"HERMIONE!"

"I...I'm in our secret place, Ced... B-by the red and white roses..." she stammered.

He stalked to her and grabbed her forcefully by the neck.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TELLING ME WHERE YOU ARE!? AND YOU'D BETTER NOT HAVE TOLD ANYONE!!!" he shouted and dragged her towards the palace.

She didn't rebel, struggle or look him in the eye. She knew better than that. She let the tears rack her from inside and let him control her and prepared herself for the worst to come.

His fist and foot in contact with her.

awww poor hermione, I hope she will make it.. PAMS

Chapter 5: Release me, free me

A few weeks later, Hermione became the shadow of her former self. But something in her mind clicked.

"Cedric, why are you doing this? Hurting me and everything?" she asked.

"Huh?" he said.

"You always hurt me, why?"

Cedric's face turned into a twisted smirk. "Grown a backbone have we?"

Her blood ran cold but she stood her ground. "I've had enough of feeling intimidated! I had enough of that since I was three years old from my dad! I had two eating disorders in five years! I had self harm issues!! I thought with you everything would change! But it won't will it! Even when I was with Harry I hoped things would change!! But it didn't."

Neither notice a faint mist emerge from Cedric. He fell to the floor unconscious.

Hermione stood still, not knowing if she should revive him or run. In the end she pointed her wand at his unconscious form.

"Ennervate." she said.

He stirred and slowly woke up.

"M-Mione...?" he asked weakly.

"I...I'm here...." She stammered.

"I love you..." he whispered. "And I'm sorry..."

"Cedric. You hurt me ... I love you still, but you abused me. I felt like I wanted to die. I wasn't what you wanted..." she whispered.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, tears falling freely down his face.

He looked scared, helpless.

'It was something controlling him. He just needed to be freed.' she thought. 'And so did I...'

awwww so sad...PAMS