Haunted, Revisited

Disclaimer: I don’t own the wonderful world of Harry Potter. The rights belong to JK Rowling. No money is made from this story, I only like to play around.


A/N: This is another song-fic. It is the companion story to my other story Haunted. If you have not read it, please go and check it out. This Is Draco’s perspective of His claiming of Hermione Granger. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Haunted Revisited

'Long lost words whisper slowly, to me'

I stared at the ceiling, desperate to escape the yearning that I felt. I wanted her. Needed her. As much as the air that I breath. I was slowly being consumed with my desire for her. It had increased to the point that my body was wracked with pain and I suffered from blinding headaches.


I knew that my time was running out. I had until my next birthday to mark her, but I had no idea how to convince her to let me bond with her. I had been unnecessarily cruel to her over the last few years because of the twisted ideals that my father had instilled in me. Thanks to that arsehole, she loathed me. I could feel it emanating from her anytime I was close to her. It made me want to cry out in anguish.


Even in my sleep she haunted me. Her sweet voice whispered in my dreams, taunting me with what I could never possess. I was ready to give into despair.


Then I contemplated my dilemma once more. Dreams. That was the answer. It was the start of the new term tomorrow. Yes, it was too perfect. Malfoys always get what they want. I would succeed. I would get what I desired more than anything else in the world.


Hermione Granger.


And she would never know what hit her.

'Still can’t find what keeps me here'

School started without a hitch. My plan was moving along splendidly. I’d assaulted her dreams and implanted the first seeds of desire in her subconscious. I was careful ,though, not to reveal my identity. I couldn’t afford to have her suspicious of me yet.


These nightly dreams that I projected into her head pained me greatly though. It hurt to think that she would respond to my dream self and not the real deal. I chuckled darkly at the thought. I was jealous of myself. That had to be a first.


I watched her constantly. I stalked her. There was no other word for it. I couldn’t get enough of her. The thought that she was so close but I couldn’t touch her was driving me into madness. The only thing that kept me going was the thought that she would be mine.


Soon.


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

Hollow. It was the only way to describe how I felt. Every day my senses were assaulted by her delicious smell. Blueberries and cream with just a hint of honey. It was pure bliss and at the same time pure torment to be wrapped in her scent. It lingered in the halls and classrooms making me ache with my need to possess her. I couldn’t wait until she was mine and mine alone. It took all of my self control to keep from pouncing on her in our common room or in the corridor finally staking my claim on what was mine.


My plan was progressing nicely, though. I knew that it was time to move on to phase two.

'I know you’re still there'

I couldn’t resist. I visited her dreams again but this time I physically participated. I used my broom to fly up the stairs to her dorm. I silently disabled her wards. Thank Merlin I was a veela or I would have never been able to break into her room. She truly was a gifted witch, despite her heritage.


I slipped noiselessly into her quarters. I had to take a moment to compose myself. She smelled so good and I wanted her so much. I closed my eyes and delved into her dreams. She moaned quietly and it was my undoing. I eased myself down onto her and began to kiss her. I groaned quietly. She tasted even better than she smelled.


I ran my hands over her luscious body and lightly pinched her hardened nipples. I sucked lightly on the smooth skin of her neck as she writhed beneath me. My teeth elongated and I smirked. I bit her neck lightly, careful not to wake her. I felt triumphant. The first mark was in place. She was mine now. She’d finally be receptive to my pheromones and she wouldn’t be able to resist. Brilliant.


I forced myself to stop before she woke up. It wouldn’t be prudent for her to wake up and see me here. I stole back out of the door and put her wards back into place. I was sure to let her see my eyes before I ended the dream. Now that she was marked it was time for her to know.

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

I knew she was suspicious. Now that she bore my mark, I could feel her emotions clearly now. I could feel her extreme arousal and confusion when she woke from her dream. I smirked. It made me feel intensely proud that I’d been able to make her feel like that.


As predictable, the object of my affections went to the library first thing in the morning. Yes, she knew something was happening to her. But she wouldn’t find what she was looking for in those books. She wasn’t even close.


I could feel her watching me now. She knew it was me. Perfect. It was almost time for the final stage in my plan. And she would be the one to initiate it.

'Hunting you, I can smell you, alive'

I smiled gleefully to myself in my dorm. My love was finally starting to have feelings for me. I could feel her desire for me. It made me feel positively giddy.


But at the same time, it pained me that she was so stressed out about the situation. I didn’t want to cause her any distress. I loved her. She was the most important thing in my world. But this would all be over soon. She would seek me out to demand answers.

'Your heart pounding in my head'

I was following her again. She was nervous and agitated. Our connection was strong enough for me to hear her thoughts now.


I answered her unspoken question. “I’m your mate.”


She spun around, clearly frightened, wand clutched in her delicate hand. “What did you just say?”


I smirked. This was going to be enjoyable. “I’m your mate. You wondered who I thought I was and I answered you.”


Her confusion was apparent on her lovely face. Wait for it. I leaned forward in anticipation. She glared at me.


There she was. My little lioness with her claws out. Merlin, she was almost irresistible when she was angry. “I didn’t ask you that. I thought it.”


I stepped toward her. I needed to touch her. Feel her. Kiss her. I was tired of waiting. I’d been denying myself for far too long. “It’s one of the perks. We have a telepathic connection once I’ve marked you. It helps if you are in trouble.”


She stepped backward increasing the distance between us once more. That would never do. “What are you going on about, Malfoy? I would never let you mark me as a mate. You must be barmy or something. Did you inhale too many fumes in potions this afternoon?”


I could feel her discomfort as my eyes traveled her body. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve waited so long for this. Four long years that I’ve been with the knowledge that she was for me. I would stop at nothing to achieve my goal. I was nothing if not determined.


I laughed at her inane thoughts even as I noticed her shiver. She really did have some crazy ideas. I decided to tease her a little. “Been having trouble sleeping these past few weeks, Hermione? Maybe waking up to discover a few marks.”


Her hand reached up to clasp her neck protectively. Yes. She knew it was me. Good. I wouldn’t have her thinking about another man. She was mine as much as I was hers. Her back hit the castle wall. She couldn’t run from me anymore.


“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!”


She meant it too. This girl could give as good as she gets. But her words cut me to the quick. I loved her with every fiber of my being. She’d flat out refused me and damn it, it hurt. I wouldn’t let her see my pain though. I was a Malfoy after all. Malfoys didn’t show their weaknesses. And Malfoys always got what they wanted, by any means necessary.


I disarmed her quickly and smirked as I saw the shock register on her magnificent face. I descended upon her and pinned her arms to the wall. I suppressed a groan of satisfaction as I felt her lithe, little body press against me.


I answered her turbulent thoughts. “Wandless and nonverbal magic, Hermione.” I let my breath tickle her ear delighting in the trembles that it produced. “I guess I owe you a few explanations. I’m a veela. I’m sure you know what they are.”


I let my nose ghost over her flesh as I inhaled her delectable scent. I was positively intoxicated by it. I took the opportunity to release my own secret weapon. Pheromones. Since I’d already marked her, she’d never be able to resist. I could bend her to my will. She would be mine whether she liked it or not. Eventually, she would come around.


I could hardly control myself. I didn’t want to bond with her here in the hallway. I wanted to worship her body as she deserved. But I couldn’t quit touching her. Her skin was smooth as silk and soft as goose down. My fingertips grazed her neck and across her collarbone igniting my desire for her.


I felt really bad for doing it this way, but I didn’t want to die. I tried to explain what was going on. I wanted to ease her anxiety. “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.”


And the wait was torturous. Standing idly by when I felt her in danger. Feeling her heartache when she pined after that ridiculous Weasel. Luckily, she got over that quickly. No, I wouldn’t wait any longer. I reached my hand into her knickers but it didn’t have the affect that I desired. She lashed out at me. “I’m not some object for you to claim, Malfoy.”


Merlin, she looked like a goddess when she was angry and it turned me on even more. I’d never been so hard in my life. I groaned from the sensation. Soon, I’d be buried into her sweet, fragrant flesh.


It was time for her to face reality. Enough games. It was time for her to know what was going to happen. “You don’t know how wrong you are, love. I’ve already marked you as mine. Now all we have to do is bond.”


I couldn’t help but to suckle her tender neck as her scent wrapped me in its warm cocoon. I could smell her excitement. She desired me. I felt jubilant. I was so close to realizing my aspiration.


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


She sent me a dirty look. She was so adorable when she was angry, just like a kitten with its claws out. “Don’t call me love. I’m not your love. I don’t want to bond with you. Let me go!”


Enough was enough. She would do this, whether she wanted to or not. I might regret it later, but it was a small matter. The mate to a veela always deferred to their mate. It was the nature of the relationship as a veela could be very controlling and possessive. She left me no alternative.


My body began to glow as I asserted my will on her. I pinned her with my harsh gaze. This girl infuriated me to no end some times. “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 her submit to my demands as she breathed in my pheromones. Perfect. I let go of my careful control and gave her a searing kiss. The passion that I felt for this glorious creature was enveloping me. I knew she would be angry about the way that I went about this but she would understand once everything was explained properly to her.


I scooped up her tiny body and returned to my dorm. I was finally going to get what I deserved. I gently laid her on the bed. She looked like an angel with her dark hair fanned around her like a halo. I was exultant inside. I’d dreamed of this moment for years.


I undressed her slowly, savoring the ethereal glow of her beauty. She was perfection and I deserved no less. Malfoys always had the best of everything and she was no different. I stripped off my own clothes. I saw her eyes widen as she stared at me. She was scared. It brought me down from my emotional high. I didn’t want to frighten her.


I reassured her with a kiss trying to distract her from her thoughts. I pushed my pheromones through my pores, saturating her with my scent. I wanted to pleasure her but it would be disastrous for her to fight her attraction. It would be more pain than pleasure.


I pushed my fingers into her weeping pussy and she jumped beneath me. I’d startled her. She was still a virgin after all. This was probably the first time that she’d been touched by someone down there. I wanted to growl at the thought. Nobody else should touch her there. But that was better left until later to analyze. No, if I growled now, I would only frighten her further.


Instead, I tried to calm her. “Relax, love. Everything will be fine. You will like this. Being a mate isn’t so bad. It means that you’ll be loved and cherished for 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 would never accept me.”


I could feel her relaxing beneath me, the tension leaving her body. She was accepting the inevitable. She was smart, I’m sure she knew that I was manipulating her. I did feel regret about the way that I had to do this but she left me no other course of action.


I thrust myself deep into her with one quick stroke and my heart clenched when I heard her whimpers of pain. I wiped her tears away as I waited for her to acclimate to my intrusion. I was rather well endowed and it was her first time. When she began to relax again I started to thrust against her slowly.


She was so wet and so tight. She felt like the softest velvet. She was exquisite. I could feel her anger and I’ll admit that I deserved it. We would handle whatever came our way tomorrow. At this moment, I was lost in her. Her scent, her sweet cries of pleasure, the gentle thrust of her hips.


I ran my hands through her silky tresses and whispered in her ear. How much I loved her. The fact that I would die to protect her. That she’d been the center of my world for years. I could feel her begin peak and my teeth elongated in anticipation. My body took on a golden glow as her walls clenched my throbbing cock and milked it dry of my essence. I sank my teeth into her sweet-smelling flesh and pumped my venom into her shuddering body. By the gods, that was the most erotic experience that I’d ever had.


I soothed her sore neck with my tongue reveling in her taste once more. I rolled off her, careful not to crush her. I pulled her close to me, as she would be from now on, basking in the afterglow of our bonding. We would never be separated again. I wouldn’t allow it. I pressed my nose into her sleek curls as she lost consciousness; she would sleep for a long time. Which was a good thing. It would give me time to prepare for the wrathful divinity that would be Hermione Granger.


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


A/N: Well, what did you think? Was it as good as the original? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Also, I will be posting a sequel to the original Haunted. I’ve had many requests to know how Hermione reacts to Draco after the fact. I have not started to write it yet as I have another story that needs updating but I will start it in the near future. Keep your eyes peeled. I hope to have it done in the next month. Seriously, peeps, let me know how you liked Draco’s story. Reviews are my addiction, come on, give me my fix.