Haunted

Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful world of Harry Potter or the song Haunted. They both belong to their respective creators. I don't make any money for the posting of this story. It is simply an obsessed fan playing with the characters.

A/N: This is a one-shot song fic. I've always loved the song and I love a dark Draco. Please feel fee to review. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Haunted

'Long lost words whisper slowly, to me'

I woke up with a start, breathing heavily. My cheeks flushed as I remembered the contents of my dream.


I’d been having these dreams since the start of term and they were slowly increasing in their intensity. They always started the same. Whispered words of love and devotion, then the gentle and erotic sensations as the unknown person worshipped my body. I always awoke before I could solve the mystery of who I was dreaming about. Never once was I able to glimpse the face of the phantom that was haunting my dreams.


'Still can’t find what keeps me here'

I felt like I was slowly going insane. No matter where I was, I felt like I was being watched. It didn’t matter if I was in the Great Hall, the library, or just doing my rounds as Head Girl; I could feel the eyes that followed my every movement. The heated gaze that washed over my figure and licked at my consciousness.


Several times, I had attempted to catch the culprit. I scanned the Great Hall at mealtimes. I observed my surroundings in library closely. I was more aware as I did my rounds, all to no avail. Whoever was stalking me seemed like they were no more than a shadow haunting my mind.


'When all this time I’ve been so hollow, inside'

Shortly after the dreams and the ever present feeling of being watched started, I began to feel as if something was missing. In all my six years at Hogwarts I’d always felt complete in myself. Sure, I’d fancied Ron for a period of time but after he hooked up with Lavender I figured out that my love for him was more of a brotherly love. I couldn’t love him in any other capacity.


I stayed up late that night, pondering things. Safe in my room. The only place that I didn’t feel like I was being watched. What was I missing? Why did I feel like this so suddenly? Finally, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.


'I know you’re still there'

Again, I’m visited in my dreams. I could feel the ball of desire that curled in my stomach. Dreams shouldn’t feel this real. I could feel his silky lips against mine. Taste his delicious taste. Feel his hands as they roamed up and down my body. The press of his arousal against my thigh. This dream was different from all the others. I caught a glimpse of a pair of cool, grey eyes before I awoke drenched in sweat.


My hands flew to my lips that felt suspiciously swollen and thoroughly kissed. Was it a dream? Then there was that smell. It was absolutely heavenly. It smelled of vanilla, mint, and the sweetest dark chocolate all rolled into one. It made my mouth water.


I got out of bed and went to the loo. I splashed my face with water in a vain attempt to calm myself. I glanced in the mirror and gasped at my image reflecting back at me. My hair was thoroughly mussed and my lips were swollen. I was more concerned with my neck. I looked closer at the angry red blemish that was starting to bruise. It looked like I had been bitten.


What the bloody hell was going on?


I narrowed my eyes in contemplation. I decided a trip to the library was in order. Someone was clearly tampering with my dreams. My bet was the Head Boy, who was the only one that I knew had grey eyes.


'Watching me, wanting me'
'I can feel you pull me down'
'Fearing you, loving you'
'I wont let you pull me down'

The next morning, I made my way to the library bright and early. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I didn’t like it. Whether he cast a charm or fed me a potion, I was convinced that one Draco Malfoy had done something to me.


The longer it went on, the stronger my feelings became. I felt this strange attraction to him and it horrified me. I needed him. I found myself watching him throughout the day. And when I wasn’t watching him, I could feel his heated stare lingering on my overheated flesh.


'Hunting you, I can smell you, alive'

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My every thought was consumed by him. I was losing my mind. My research had resulted in a dead end. I took it as a personal insult. The library had never failed me before. My dreams had escalated to the point that I was waking up with soaked knickers every damn night. His scent was drowning me. Oh, I knew know that it was his scent. It lingered in our common room and haunted me in my dorm.


I was becoming overwhelmed with my need for him. My body was on fire with desire for him. It convinced me that he had done something to me. He was my enemy for the last six years. I hated him and now, suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t live without him.


Yes, I was going to confront the ferret. This was going to end. Now!


'Your heart pounding in my head'

I left my dorm for rounds, intending to find the ferret and demand answers. How dare he screw with my emotions like this? Who did he think he was?


“I’m your mate.”


I whirled around, my wand drawn quickly in fright. I hadn’t even heard him behind me.


I pointed my wand at him. “What did you just say?”


He smirked, which to be truthful, was slightly intimidating at this point. I didn’t know what sort of hold that he had over me.


He said, “I’m your mate. You wondered who I thought I was and I answered you.”


My mind was swirling in confusion. I didn’t ask him anything yet. I glared at him in indignation. “I didn’t ask you that. I thought it.”


He stepped toward me. “It is one of the perks. We have a telepathic connection once I’ve marked you. It helps if you are ever in trouble.”


I took a step backward, countering his movements. “What are you going on about, Malfoy? I would never let you mark me as your mate. You must be barmy or something. Did you inhale too many fumes in potions this afternoon?” I was getting uncomfortable. His grey eyes were searing a path along my body as he slowly looked me up and down. His gaze was almost predatory in nature. I shivered in fear.


He laughed. An honest to goodness laugh out of Draco Malfoy. It must be the apocalypse. It frightened me even more. “Been having trouble sleeping these past few weeks, Hermione? Maybe waking up to discover a few marks.”


My hand automatically flew to my neck. It was him. He had bitten my neck. I was too shocked by this revelation to even realize that he called me by my first name for the first time ever.


My back hit the unforgiving, stone wall of the castle. I was out of room. I had to stop this, now. “I don’t know what you are playing at, Malfoy, but I refuse to be your mate. Don’t come any closer! I won’t hesitate to hex you into next week!”


I was honest to goodness scared. My Gryffindor courage had completely fled my body. He towered over my petite form. I was confident in my magic but his physical presence was intimidating.


He smirked again. My eyes widened as his eyes flashed silver and his body began to glow. Before I knew what had happened, I was disarmed and my hands were pinned to the wall above my head by one of his own. I didn’t see a wand and I was certain that I didn’t hear him utter a spell.


“Wandless and nonverbal magic, Hermione,” he breathed into my ear. I trembled in fear and desire. I felt so exposed and helpless. “I guess I owe you a few explanations. I’m a veela. I’m sure you know what they are.”


His nose skimmed along my forehead and down my cheekbone as he spoke. His scent was enveloping me, rendering me defenseless in his grasp. The fingers of his free hand traced a burning trail down my neck and gently across my collarbone. “My senses have been heightened, as well as my strength and magical ability. Every veela has a mate and there is no mistaking it. I’ve known since the third year, since you punched me. I had to wait until you came of age to claim you.”


His hand reached into my knickers and it brought me crashing back into reality in the most brutal way. I struggled against him. “I’m not some object for you to claim, Malfoy.” I spat his name through my teeth. I was seething with anger. How dare he touch me there? He groaned against me and I was horrified as I felt his erection poking against my stomach.


He said quietly, “You don’t know how wrong you are, love. I’ve already marked you as mine. Now all we have to do is bond.” He was sniffing me and sucking gently on my neck. I could feel the liquid pool in my knickers. What was he doing to me?


“I can smell you arousal, cara. I know you want me. Don’t try to hide it.”


I scowled at him. “Don’t call me love. I’m not your love. I don’t want to bond with you. Let me go!”


His body began to glow again and he pinned me with his flashing, silver eyes. “Why must you be so stubborn? It is no problem. You are mine and we will bond. Tonight.”


'Watching me, wanting me'
'I can feel you pull me down'
'Saving me, raping me, watching me'

I could feel the fight leaving my body as I breathed in his delicious scent. My struggles ceased as he began to kiss me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my conscience screamed at me to stop him but my body wouldn’t obey my commands.


Malfoy scooped me up and carried me back to his dorm. He laid me on his green satin covered bed. Why was I allowing this? Why didn’t I care? I was simply plagued by my desire for him. He carefully pulled off my clothes. Then he pulled off his own. My eyes widened at his length. This would be very painful. He began to kiss me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he deepened his kiss. His smell was inundating me. I could feel my desire for him dripping out of me.


I jumped as I felt his fingers plunge into my aching core. He soothed me. “Relax, love. Everything will be fine. You will like this. I promise. Being a mate isn’t so bad. It means that you’ll be loved and cherished as long as I live. My happiness is dependant on yours. I’ll treat you like a queen. I didn’t want to resort to such drastic measures, but I knew that you’d never accept me.”


Again my senses were assaulted with his scent. Somewhere in my detached academic thoughts, I realized that he was using pheromones on me. I didn’t stand a chance. How utterly slytherin of him.


I felt the tip of his erection press against my entrance and I braced for the coming pain. He impaled me with his considerable length and I whimpered with pain. I had been saving myself for the right person. Again he reassured me as he waited for my body to accustom itself to his invasion.


Slowly, he began to thrust and I felt lost in the sensations. Underneath the haze of pheromones I was still angry that he had taken away my choice. But he was right. I wouldn’t have excepted him. I would have never allowed him to bond with me.


He whispered his devotion to me and how much he loved me. I was moving closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, his mouth latched onto my neck and his body was glowing once more. I felt his teeth pierce my flesh and I plunged over the edge of the precipice. My whole body was pulsing with energy as I felt his white, hot venom pumping into my veins. He collapsed on top of me, soothing the bite mark with his tongue.


I was officially the bonded veela mate of Draco Malfoy, pure-blood supremacist and death eater extraordinaire. I vaguely felt him roll off of me and pull me close to his chiseled chest before my eyes rolled back into my head and I succumbed to the ever enveloping darkness.


'Watching me, wanting me'
'I can feel you pull me down'
'Fearing you, loving you'
'I won’t let you pull me down'