Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Hey guys! I decided to write this story in different POV's. It may switch to third person every now and then, though. Anyway, hope you like!
Summary: He comes by night, just like a phantom. One stolen, mind blowing kiss leads to more, each one more intense. Hermione must figure out who her mysterious phantom lover is - but what if it causes pain to both of them?
Phantom Lover
Chapter 1
"The sooner we get this over with, the better," she snapped at me, slamming her book on the wooden table. "Well? Sit down."
I raised my eyebrow at her, moistening my lips. "Not very nice, are we Granger?"
"And I have a reason to be, why? Please, enlighten me. Do you think I intend to muster up some bloody manners just because I'm tutoring you?" she glared at me, opening her book.
I smirked. "You should always have manners around your surperiors."
She scoffed. "I hope you don't mean yourself, Malfoy," the name slipped from her tongue like bitter pumpkin juice.
I raised my eyebrows. Never would I have thought that Granger would develope some fiestyness over the summer, or for that matter, other parts too. I found my eyes wandering over her curvy body. She had finally grown into herself. Curves in the right places, her hair finally tame. Add that and her golden skin, she was a full grown women.
I scowled at her and narrowed my eyes. "If you're tossing around insults now, Granger, I have a few up my sleeve that would make you fall apart," I paused, sitting down next to her. "But for now I'll just stick with the usual... mudblood."
She rolled her eyes. "Please, hearing that after all these years, you think that's going to have the slightest effect on me? Spare your vocal cords, Malfoy," she said icily.
I almost laughed. Not bad. "Let's just get this over with. I have better things to do then spend a couple of hours shacked up in the library with someone like you." Eh... with a couple of hours I could have her screaming my name.
"You're lucky you're even getting my help, Malfoy," she said, pushing a lock of brown hair from her eyes. "No one else was up to tutoring the Slytherin bloody Prince. Nobody else could endure your snide comments about every little thing. No one felt like dealing with your taunts of he or she being beneath you, and about you thinking you run this whole damn school. I have news for you, Malfoy, you don't, and if you think for one moment I intend to take shit from you, I'll curse you into the next Triwizard Tournament." she looked down at her book, and gestured towards mine. "Open it. If we're going to do this, we have to do it properly."
I sighed and pulled my Transfiguration book to me. I opened my book, glaring at her. "Of all the people in class, I should've known McGonagall would make you tutor me. You're the 'smartest witch of our age,' so to speak," I mimed air quotes with my fingers mockingly, determined to piss her off.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Her deep brown eyes pierced mine when she looked back up at me. It was almost as if she was holding herself back. "Yes, yes, Malfoy, I am," she said dismissivly, rolling her eyes. "Now, I don't know what your problem is in Transfiguration, but I'll start of slowly," she stopped and pulled out a fingernail file. "Turn this into a pin."
I laughed. "Easy." I muttered the spell, and quickly transfigured the object. She continued doing this for an hour, each object becoming steadily harder to change. But, it was all the same to me. Each object she gave me, I easily transfigured it.
"Okay, Malfoy," she said, stopping suddenly and leaning back in her chair. "What really is your problem? Each spell I ask you to perform, you do it perfectly. Why don't you just do it in class?"
I looked at her, my face suddenly feeling hot. I shrugged. I knew the answer, I just wasn't about to tell it to her. But, being Granger, she already knew.
"I think you have a confidence issue, Malfoy," she said, her tone lighter. "You just need to figure out a way to get over it. That's the only thing that I know you're doing wrong. You're not performing on the spot in class, because you don't have enough confidence."
I shrugged at her and smirked. "Perhaps, Granger," I slammed my book shut, standing up. "I think my tutoring session is over. I wasted my time with a mudblood for nothing."
I turned my back to her and walked out of the library, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I sighed with relief as I left her. Me, the Slytherin Prince, the all to well known Sex God, had a confidence issue.
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"Fun cram session, Malfoy?" A voice interrupted my thoughts.
I smirked and heaved a pillow at Zabini. "What do you think, Zabini? An hour with someone as low as the dung on my shoe sound fun to you?" I scowled.
He laughed. "Well... you have to admit... she's changed..."
I saw that lusty look in his eyes. I felt my insides curl, but only for a moment. "Yeah, she has, but she's still the same mudblood to me." Thoughts of her curvy body entered my mind. Not so good for the way I was feeling now. I scanned the room quickly, looking for prey. "Parkinson!"
Her blonde head turned at my call. She slinked over to me, her arms going around my neck from behind. She whispered seductivily in my ear. "Yes, Drakie?"
Her breath on my ear was to much. "Tonite. Same time, same place? Can you do it? I feel especially... "
She giggled. "I'm always up for you, Draco," she whispered again, her tongue licking my ear. I watched her slink back over to her mates. I can't help myself. I didn't get the 'Sex God' title for nothing.
I heard Zabini laughing. "Something itching you, Malfoy? It couldn't be little miss Granger could it?" he smirked at me.
I stood up and glared at him. "What the hell, Zabini? I would never fuck something so impure," I stood up and walked up the staircase, heading for the dormitory. His words still echoing in my ear. I'll admit that Granger was the one that was bothering me, but only in a physical way. I could just feel her soft, lucious pink lips on mine; my hands on her curvy theighs. But she was still dirt under my shoe, nothing more.
The dormitory door opened. I heard a swish from the cloak, and felt warm lips press against mine.
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I woke up sometime later, my bed vacant. What a whore, I thought. She's there, and she's gone. I glanced over at my clock. 2 a.m. Perfect. Another restless sleep. This time, not because of nightmares, but a women.
My thoughts were infested with Granger once again. I stood up, pulling a cloak around me. I tore open my trunk, and pulled out my Nimbus. I looked at the empty beds beside me, and knew that Zabini and Williamson were at an all-nighter again.
Mounting my broom, I flew out the window, the breeze catching in my cloak. Without making a sound, I snuck in, the window open, just as I prayed it would be. My feet glided silently across the floor to her bed.
I bent over her, taking in her. It was breathtaking. Her hair was cascading around her pillow, a few soft curls framing her face. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her hand resting on her stomach as she slept.
I knelt down beside her and brushed a lock of hair from her face. I pressed my lips gently on to hers. Amazingly, she didn't wake. It was like she was already dreaming of being kissed. I felt her kiss back, her tongue grazing my bottom lip, waiting permission to enter. I obeyed, and our tongues danced.
We were like that for ages. I slowly removed myself from her, quickly exiting the same way I entered. I went back to my own dormitory, laying down on my bed. I fell asleep knowing that I had just stole a kiss from my rival for six years. I had just stolen a kiss from Hermione Granger.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
- Three Days Grace -