Haunted

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A/N: Okay, my lovely readers, this was originally a one-shot song -fic but due to popular demand I’ve decided to turn it into a short chapter fic. Too many things were left unsaid. So here it is, the long awaited next installment. I hope you all enjoy it.

Haunted

Chapter 2


I awoke slowly, feeling heavy with exhaustion. My body felt extremely stiff and sore. I breathed deeply, trying to expel the horrible nightmare that I had just had from my head. Imagine being bonded to Draco Malfoy for the rest of your life. I had to suppress a shudder.

I opened my eyes blearily, taking in my surroundings. This is not my room. I glanced around trying to get my bearings. I took in the dark green walls and the dark oak furniture. This was the head boy’s room. How in the bloody hell did I get in here? Suddenly, I became aware of a warm, solid, naked body pressed against my own. Long, sinuous arms wrapped around me, caging me in his embrace.

My hand flew to my neck in horror as the previous days events crashed into my consciousness like a tidal wave. Draco Malfoy. The corridor. The bonding. My cheeks flushed darkly as I remembered what happened. To my utmost horror, I could feel myself getting slick with arousal just at the memory. What the hell was wrong with me? This was Draco Malfoy, pureblooded Slytherin brat, enemy to my friends and I for the last six years. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. What has he done to me?

I shifted slightly, trying to ease out of his embrace and he responded by tightening his arms, pulling me closer to his chiseled chest. I wanted to huff with impatience, to scream at him until my lungs hurt but the truth was that it felt good to be there in his arms. It felt right and that frightened me to no end.

This was completely uncharted territory. We had hated each other from day one, since he found out that I was a muggleborn. How could this have happened? I recalled what I knew about veelas. Magical creatures with the powerful gift of seduction, although they only ever had one true mate. They didn’t choose their mate, their magic chose for them. And they mated for life. If a veela matured and failed to bond with their mate, they would slowly waste away, pining for their mate until they went insane and died from heartbreak. Extremely jealous and possessive, they cared only for the happiness of their mate and lived to please and protect them. I inwardly smirked when I imagined how ferret boy had reacted when he realized that I was his mate. He must have had a coronary.

All in all, I honestly didn’t know how to feel about all this. Not that it could change anything. What was done was done, but I couldn’t help but feel angry. Angry that I hadn’t been given a choice. Of course, I would never have deliberately caused Malfoy’s death, no matter how much I despised the spoiled Slytherin prince. I might have enjoyed making him sweat a little while I thought things over. He could have at least talked to me, given me some kind of advanced warning.

I knew enough about the bonding process from my studies to know that he had placed the second mark last night. I had felt the pain of his venom surge through my veins and the strength of the magic that bonded us to one another.

I also knew that he had been manipulating my dreams. He had caused them. That’s when he placed the first mark. I remembered how distressed I had been when I woke up to discover that I looked like I had been snogging someone. Foul, fiendish little ferret. I didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell from the beginning.

There was only one more mark that had to be placed to complete the bond. I had to mark him. I shuddered violently. I could already feel the compulsion to mark him take hold of me. My mouth watered at the thought of taking his tender flesh between my teeth. I shook my head trying to dispel those unsavory thoughts.

I shifted again as I tried to wiggle out of his hold. I had to get away from here before I drove myself into insanity with my lascivious thoughts. Malfoy groaned as I inadvertently rubbed against his groin. I stiffened at the intimate contact from my childhood nemesis.

“Morning, love,” he said huskily, his eyes dark with desire as they roved my face. I felt my arousal increase. Damn him. He may not have given me a choice but I was not going to make this easy on him. He would hear and feel my anger before this day was over.

“Don’t you ‘love’ me, Malfoy!,” I ground out angrily. “How could you do this to me? Why couldn’t we talk about this first? Do you realize what you have done?”

He looked at me sadly, his mercurial gaze piercing my soul. “Please, love, try to understand the position I was in. I know you are angry. I can feel it and I hate it. But what other choice did I have? I didn’t want to die, Hermione.”

Why did it bother me so much to see him so sad? It wouldn’t have bothered me before. “I’m sure that we could have come to some sort of agreement, Malfoy. You didn’t have to resort to such Slytherin tactics.” I didn’t miss him wince as I addressed him by his last name. I was surprised that it made me sad as well. Merlin, could I not even be angry with him anymore without making myself feel guilty. This was terrible.

“I’m sorry, cara. It was eating me from the inside out. I’ve wanted you for so long. I could feel the loathing and disdain that you felt for me rolling off you in waves anytime I came near you. Do you think that I could risk telling you and have you reject me outright. It would have meant certain death. I did what I had to and I feel terrible for it.”

“Why me?” That was the burning question indeed.

“I don’t know, cara. I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame. It’s inescapable. But I’m glad that it’s you, for the record. I couldn’t think of a better person that I would rather be with.”

“You can’t be,” I said somewhat hysterically. Was he crazy? “You hate me and my dirty blood, Malfoy!”

“Please call me Draco. And I’ve never hated you, Hermione. It’s true that I don’t like your friends. The truth is that I can’t stand the thought of another man being close to you. I was jealous of the relationship that you share with them. You never noticed me unless I was calling you names or picking on you. I only wanted you to look at me. Even in those early years, I could feel your soul calling to me. I knew for sure in the third year, after you punched me. I felt physically burned by your touch. I wanted more. I craved it. Yearned for it. It killed me to see you on the arm of Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball. It got worse as the years passed and I got closer to maturity. I turned seventeen in June. I couldn’t think of anything but you since then. Every waking thought, every moment of my dreams has been haunted by your presence and the fact that you would never except me. As the days passed, it got progressively worse. I was near despair by the end of the holidays. So I concocted my scheme. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but I don’t regret it. I love you and I’d do anything for you.”

I shifted uncomfortably in his arms at his declaration. I felt like I was trapped in some sort of alternate reality. Where black was white and night was day. It made my head spin.

“What about my dirty blood? What will your parents say?” Oh, Merlin! What am I going to tell Harry and Ron? They are going to be furious. I wasn’t worried about Ginny. She will think that it is all ridiculously romantic and then demand to know all the sordid details.

“Blood doesn’t matter, cara. You are my equal in every way. My veela would never have chosen you if you weren’t. You are the only person that isn’t afraid to stand up to me, the only one that can match me in a duel, the only one that can verbally spar with me. It only makes sense that you would be fated to be my mate. As for my parent, my mother isn’t a blood purist. And I can handle my father,” he finished darkly.

I cringed at the possessive glint in his eye. It reminded me that I belonged to him now. I was his. It made my blood boil again in anger. My choices had all been stripped from me, made for me.

“Be that as it may, Malfoy, what you did was downright deplorable. I had the right to make a choice in regards to my own life. You had no right to make decisions that affected the rest of my life.”

I struggled to pull away from him and he tightened his grip holding me in his powerful grasp. “I said to call me Draco,” he stated calmly.

“Let me go, Malfoy!” I said lowly. I was so angry at this point. He was lucky that I didn’t have my wand. I wanted to hex his balls off.

His eyes flashed menacingly, silver flooding the cool grey. “Don’t! Don’t pull away from me! You are mine, Hermione! Don’t ever forget that! Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You know that we have to complete the bond, there is no time like the present.”

He pulled me closer to him despite my struggles. Insufferable prat! I didn’t even want to look at him right now. “Malfoy! You albino ferret! Let me go! I don’t want to mark you! I don’t even want to be in the same room with you right now!”

He smirked at me as he pressed me deeper into the soft mattress. Inhaling his delicious scent, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. I could feel my resolve faltering.

Pheromones.

“Your mouth is saying no, but your body says yes, cara,” he breathed into my ear.

I shivered with desire. I did want him. I felt the magnetic pull, drawing me to him. His feathery light touch on my overheated skin set my body on fire with want and need.

Then I realized it. I needed him as much as he needed me now. My mind was in a haze as his nose glided across my chin and to my neck, his tongue worshipping my flesh as he moved. I almost came completely undone as he sucked lightly on the mark that he had created last night. I had to stop this. I needed time to process things.

“Draco,” I breathed softly. “I don’t think…”

He growled, “Stop it! Don’t think, just feel. Feel my desire for you, feel your desire for me. This is how it’s supposed to be. I know it’s shocking and confusing for you, but we have the rest of our lives to sort things out. Live in the moment for once in your life. You stress too much. It’s not good for you, cara.”

He held me close and slowly I relaxed as his delicious scent enveloped me. It made me forget everything but him, made me want only him. It made me ache with need.

Cheater. He was truly a Slytherin at heart.

His lips melded to mine and I kissed him back hungrily, unable to resist anymore. He tasted so good. It was so unfair but you had better believe that he would pay for it later.

His hand trailed down my side teasingly and I arched into his touch. It was frightening how much I wanted and needed him. I gasped as he touched my sensitive numb, sending a shock of pleasure through my aching core.

“You like that, don’t you cara? You’re so wet. Are you ready for me, love?”

“Please, Draco….” If someone had told me at this time last year that I would be begging Malfoy for anything I would have sent them to St Mungo’s. This was beyond bizarre, but at this point I really didn’t care.

“Anything for you, cara. Anything in the world.”

He slid into my slick heat causing the most delicious sensations. His pace was slow and tortuous. I moaned as he languidly sucked on the mark on my neck causing little jolts of pleasure to shot through my quivering body. I could feel myself clenching harder and harder as I got closer to my peak. He started to thrust harder and faster as he neared his own peak. He groaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist to give him better access.

He thrust deeper, touching my cervix as he pounded into my body. I felt my teeth lengthening and I knew what I had to do. I pulled him close to me and sank my teeth into his neck, flying off the precipice as I tasted his essence on my tongue. He stiffened and shouted as his own climax rocked his body, his hot seed splashing deep inside me. I released him and fell back against his silky sheets exhausted.

Merlin, I was tired. But why? I had only woken up a couple hours ago.

He pulled me close to him, pressing himself into my backside and burrowing his face into my curls. He said, “Sleep, cara. Such exertion is bound to make you tired. You need your rest so that you and the baby can stay healthy.”

I stared at him in horror. “What!?”




End Note: What did you think? Sorry about the wait for this. It took me awhile to formulate a suitable reaction for Hermione. Don’t worry, she’s really wound up tight now. Draco had better watch his step.
Review, please. I’d love to hear your thoughts and comments on where I should take this next. : )