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Also, as you may note, this story is not in correspondence with the sixth book.

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Phantom Lover

Chapter Two

"Miss Granger? The answer..?" A voice cut through my thoughts.

"Sorry, Professer. I - I was a little distracted," I muttered, feeling my face burn.

The loud silence of the class disturbed me. About half of them were shocked that - for once - that little miss know-it-all didn't have an answer.

I couldn't help it... I was distracted. My thoughts were on my dreamI had the night before. It had felt so real. All of it. I was asleep, but I had never felt such passion - asleep or awake - in a kiss. It was as if some stranger snuck in my dormitory and kissed me himself. I almost chuckled outloud. Not possible.

"Well, Miss Granger?" Professer McGonagall said shortly.

"Could you repeat the question?" I asked, embarresment once again taking over me.

She looked clearly agitated.

"It's the Arachia Octo spell, Professer," a voice drawled from the other side of the room.

I looked up, that all to well known face looking back at me. I scowled at him, the smirk on his face wide.

"Correct, Mr. Malfoy," she said, turning from me. "Perhaps you'll consider paying attention next time, Granger. Five points to Slytherin."

I turned away, avoiding Harry and Ron's eyes. Clearly they were distraught with the fact that not only had I managed to not answer a question, but to also award Slytherin House some points.

Stupid prick. This never would've happened if I hadn't started tutoring him. That lecture of him not having enough confidence was a mistake. I never should've said anything to him about it.

I looked back over at him, noticing that he had zoned out. I scowled at him. Look at him, that great baboon - his blonde hair falling in his eyes softly, his sexy, full lips - oh, God, what am I saying? I shook my head of the horrible, horrible thoughts, and looked over at Ron, who had been poking me consistently through my awful thought process.

"What?" I whispered.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" he asked, genually worried.

"Nothing, Ronald," I said shortly.

Ron looked over at Harry, clearly telling him that I was a bit agitated. Well, I know I had messed up, it didn't need to be pushed on anymore!

"Chill out, Hermione. He was just worried... " Harry muttered.

"Yeah.. well.. sorry, Ron," I said, turning to him, smiling.

He returned my smile, "Don't worry 'bout it, 'Mione," he said, blushing.

Odd.

I sat through the rest of the class, raising my hand to any, and every question.

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"You might consider getting that bushy head of yours checked out, mudblood," Malfoy shouted. He and his crew of douche bagshad caught up with us after class.

"What for Malfoy? To prove I actually have more brains and confidence then you? I mean, you said yourself I am the best in our year. Bit jealous, I suppose, Ferret Boy?" A group of people behind me doubled over in laughter, memories of Fourth Year coming back.

He narrowed his eyes at me, his mouth agape. "Also, Malfoy, you should consider finding a new nickname for me, as I've told you before. Not toddle off to daddy dearest before I curse you into obliviation," I told him. Clearly the remark about me having more confidence then him had shut him up.

I turned away from him, a grin on my face. Harry and Ron came up beside me.

"Well done, Hermione!" Harry said, laughing. "That was almost as when you decked him in Third Year!

Ron was too out of breath to say anything, but the way he was laughing was enough.

"Well, I can't stand the prick. What makes anyone think I'm going to let him get to me? Especially this year. This year, nothing is going to stand in my way, not even a bloke like Malfoy," I told him, making my way to the Great Hall for dinner.

Harry smiled. "I suppose so, Hermione."

We sat in our usual places, waiting for Dumbledore to give his annual dinner speech. Once he had, the magnificent feast appeared on the table.

I scowled lightly, still furious with the fact house elves worked at Hogwarts. I still didn't agree with the idea, but that was a long time ago.

Conversations were going on all around me, but I only caught a couple of words now and then. I was still keen on figuring out what my dream meant. I know it means something. It has to... that kiss was too powerful not to be real.

My eyes wondered over to the Slytherin table. I met the cold, lustful eyes of Malfoy. I smirked at him, giving a keen wave. He scowled at me, turning back to his mates. Serves you right, you great puffed up poppin-jay.

I laughed out loud at my own thoughts.

"So, don't forget, okay Hermione?" Ron said.

"What? Okay," my face grew hot for a third time that day. If only I knew what he was talking about.

"It's going to be a brilliant match, Hermione. Be there to support us, love," Ron said, grinning, his ears red.

I smiled at him, his face going red. I have to admit, he was a bit cute that way. His shook his shaggy hair from his green eyes. I grinned. "Don't worry, Ron, of course I'll be there for you."

"Attention students!" Dumbledore said, standing, the hall silent. "Now that we're all fed and watered, an annoncement is in order. This year, Hogwarts is planning on having a masked ball." Everyone became restless, giggles heard around the hall. "The staff and I, havedecided we should have a bit more.. ah.. fun this year, now that everything is back to normal, once again."

Ah.. yes.. the war. It seemed so long ago, all the pain and suffering. Hogwarts had lost a number of students, and students lost family members. The day Harry battled Voldemort.. I thought he was going to be lost forever..

- Flashback -

Ginny's screams could be heard through the shouts of spells. I followed her screams, knowing someone was in danger.

I saw her on the ground, her head in her hands. I looked to the ground, Ron's body lying there, motionless. My heart felt as if it was being shattered to pieces. I ran to her side, kneeling down by Ron's still body.

"Ginny.. Ginny! What happened? What happened to Ron!" I screamed, shaking her.

"I d-didn't know what to do, Hermione! It's too late, he's dead, he's dead... H- Harry.. Ron tried to help him... I can't lose him, I can't, Hermione. He took Harry.. I c- couldn't stop him! I can't lose Harry, I can't, Hermione!"

I looked around the graveyard, searching for him. I saw the pair of them, Voldemorte and Harry, over in the distance. Ginny looked up, following my eyes.

"Oh my God! Oh my - Harry! HARRY!" Ginny ran over to him, dodging spells.

"GINNY!" I screamed, running after her.

I felt a sharp pain up my back, making me fall to my knees. Something - someone - had hit me with a spell. I turned, my eyes meeting cold, silver ones. "Got you now, mudblood!"

He sprinted over to me, grabbing a handful of my hair. "Remember this, mudblood. You'll always finish last, always. Blood as impure as yours shouldn't live, Granger, I'm going to make sure of that." He said, raising his wand slowly.

I looked him in the eyes, reaching for my wand. "Fuck. You." I screamed at him, shooting a spell at him, making him fall to the ground. I turned on my stomach, the pain in my back searing. I looked up, just in time to see Harry standing over Voldemort.

Harry pressed his knee on Voldemort's chest, his want pointing in his face. He was saying something to him, pushing his knee harder onto his chest.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled. His voice echoed across the graveyard.

I heard screams from the Death Eaters, knowing at last that their master had fallen.

A bright blue light filled the sky, Voldemort's screams echoing around me. His body was ripping apart, as if his soul would burst from him. Pieces of flesh flew in the air, the blue light sucking them in. His soul, at last, could be seen, the blue light swallowing it whole. I closed my eyes, praying the horrible scene would be over. The last of Voldemort's screams were heard. I opened my eyes, seeing Ginny cradling Harry. Ginny's sobs could be heard across the silent graveyard, Harry's motionless body in her arms.

I stood up, surveying the scenes before me. The Death Eaters had given up, dropping their wands, as many ministry officials - and Dumbledore - surrounded them. Many bodies lay on the ground, some were still alive, only by a thread. I saw Molly Weasley, crouching over her husband, as he lay on the ground bleeding to death. Tears formed in my eyes, as I saw the rest of the Weasley family, weak, or lying on the ground, hurt. Percy Weasley's body lay not to far from me, dead. Neville was bent over his Uncle, crying, who was dead. Kingsley Shaklebox lay on the ground, Lupin and Moody around him. He had at last fallen. I saw Tonks' body, blood covering her face, her wand arm at an odd angle. The screams of sadness from many parents could be heard across the graveyard, as they saw their son or daughter, husband or wife, dead or dying.

I walked over to Ron's body, bending over him, tears falling from my eyes. So many lost. I put Ron's head in my lap, praying to God he wasn't dead. I held him in my lap, sobbing. I felt somebody beside me, also weeping. Molly Weasley had spotted me, and came over. She saw her youngest son, lying there, almost dead. Arthur, thankfully, wasn't dead, but was inches from death. Dumbledore had seen to it that he was taken care of, as well as many others who were nearly dead.

The Death Eaters were carted off to a prison, that - hopefully - was a living hell to them. I felt someone pull me away from Ron. I held onto his hand, hoping he was okay, as he was taken apart from me. I saw Draco Malfoy's body laying not to far from Ron's. I walked over to him, kneeling down, glancing at his wrist. I gasped. Not a Death Eater, but yet, fighting against us?

I watched as the last of the Death Eater's were captured, Malfoy's father among them. So the prophecy had been filled. Voldemort was dead.

- End Flashback -

"Hermione? Hey, Hermione, are you okay? You lost a bit of color from your face," Harry said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just glad everything is okay again. It's as normal as it can be..." I paused. "I can't believe Malfoy didn't get carted off with the rest of them."

Ron's eyes darkened. "Yeah, the stupid prat. I don't care what anyone says, he was a Death Eater. Why else would he fight against us, do you suppose?"

I nodded. "That's a mystery none of us will be able to solve, Ron."

Dumbledore was finishing up his announcement. "So, the date, for now, is undecided, but you will be informed when it is coming up. Now, enjoy your weekend!"

"Great. Another ball. Remember the last one, Harry?" Ron asked, his shoulders sagging.

"Do I ever, Ron. Hopefully this one won't be as bad," he said, taking Ginny's hand, grinning at her.

"Yeah, and this time, no more Great Aunt Tessie," Ron said, grinning.

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I climbed into bed that night, my mind drifting, once or twice, to my dream. I pulled the covers over me, as I looked out my window. Slowly I felt myself drift into a dreamless slumber.

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Even after all that happened, I still felt the need to have Granger's lips against mine. It was like a drug. What had gotten into me, I couldn't tell you. But it was powerful.

Once again, I crept into her room, sneaking over to her bed. She was so angelic. Her soft lips were parted, her breathing steady. I pressed my lips upon hers again, feeling as if my lips on hers had ignited a fire. She wrapped her arms around me, and this time, she opened her eyes.

Damn. I pulled away from her, but she only pulled me closer.

"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly.

I surveyed her face, thanking God it was dark. "I'm yours," I whispered, pressing my lips on hers for a last time. I pulled away from her quickly, and fled.

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