Phantom Lover Chapter 5: V, a harry potter fanfic

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Phantom Lover

Chapter 5

Oh. Shit.

Why did I have to go and open my big mouth? Just moments later, her name was murmered from my lips, in the same way. She was too clever not to figure out I was her mysterious mate.

I stared at her, her eyes full of questions. I pulledthe old Malfoy smirk. The hatred in her eyes returned.

"Well, Granger, let's get on with it. I didn't come here to chit-chat," I said, sitting down across from her.

She continued to stare at me, as if she was searching for answers. Ha. I wasn't about to let her find out it was me.

XXX

No, he couldn't be my mysterious lover. His penetrating silver eyes were too cold.

My insides burned with hate once again, after he flashed me his famous smirk, and uttered words from his hateful mouth.

"No one said anything about talking, did they, Malfoy?" I said, opening my book. "I see no reason why we still have to continue these ridiculous tutoring sessions, seeing as you clearly have improved in class."

He smirked. "Well, Granger, I suppose you're right," he paused. "Something going on between you and Weaseldick?"

I narrowed my eyes. "That's none of your damn business, Malfoy," I said, glaring at him. "But, seeing as everyone else knows, you might as well too. I mean, he asked me to the ball and everything, and I consider him my boyfriend, so yeah, there is."

It seemed for a moment as if his eyes flashed with some hurt emotion. Impossible.

"Well, well, well. Weaselhead finally has a girlfriend. No doubt he just wants sex from you, so I'd watch that pretty hide of yours," he said, smirking.

"Oh go jump off Slytherin Tower Malfoy," I said, rolling my eyes. "You have no idea what kind of person Ron is, so I suggest you shut your idiotic mouth before I turn you into a french fry."

I picked up my Transfiguration book, and left him there, speechless.

XXX

"Oh, Ginny, it's beautiful," I said, clapping my hands together. "That color is absolutely breath taking on you. Harry's liable to die of the beauty."

She blushed. "Oh, Hermione, please don't."

She did look absolutely wonderful. It was Friday, the day before the ball, and we were in Hogsmeade, shopping for a gown for Ginny. Dumbledore was allowing us to choose what we want to wear, instead of wearing plain dress robes.

Ginny and I had been in The Glass Slipper for about an hour and a half now, searching for her perfect gown. After about fifty of them, she had finally found one that suited her.

She had chosen a green spegetti-strapped sequin gown, that flowed out in the back, stopping just below her ankles. We had also managed to find her a satin mask, that matched the color of the gown. She had chosen some green, low-heeled, strap up shoes, and a silver crystal bracelet.It fit every part of her slender body, showing off her curves.

She glanced at the tag. "Oh, this is just too much, Hermione," she said, the light from her eyes dimming slightly.

"Nonsense, Gin, I'll help you pay for it," I said, walking over to her.

"Would you do that?" she asked, her eyes sparkling once again.

"Of course I would, Ginny," I said, beaming.

She hugged me tightly. "Thank you so much, Hermione. It means everything to me."

I grinned. "You're welcome, Gin."

We payed for the dress, and left the shop, a broad grin never leaving her face.

"We have to find you a dress, Hermione!" she said, as we walked sat down to lunch at Enlows.

"No, we don't, Gin. I already have mine," I said, smiling at her.

"Really now?"

"Yes."

"When did you get it?"

"Oh, it's just an old dress I asked my parents to send me," I said, picking at my salad. "So no worries."

She smiled. "Alright Hermione," she said, putting a forkful of lettace in her mouth. "So when do you think they'll get here?"

"Oh we said in a couple of hours, so they should be here soon," I said, crunching on a crouton. "Speak of the devil."

"Hey ladies," Harry said, as he and Ron joined us. Harry sat down next to Ginny, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Ron sat down beside me, his arm slipping around my waist. This was normal now, as we had both decided we were an official couple. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as Harry spoke.

"So, were you successful on your shopping trip?" he asked, glancing between me and Ginny.

"Yes, we were very successful, weren't we, Gin?" I said, grinning.

"Yes, we were," she said, turning to Harry.

"What did you get?" he asked, staring at her.

"You'll find out tommorrow, hon," she said, grinning mischeivouly.

"Aww, you know I don't like secrets!"

"This is one secret you'll have to wait for," she said, taking his hand.

"What about you, 'Mione?" Ron said, smiling at me.

"As Ginny said, Ron, you'll just have to wait."

"Oh, come on, Hermione! The anticipation will kill me!"

I laughed. "No it won't Ron."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. You look beautiful in anything."

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. "Thanks, Ron."

We sat through a peaceful lunch, conversation drifting over the table. I smiled, as Harry just reminded us of the night Ron had asked Fleur to the ball Fourth Year. Ron was blushing, while Harry and Ginny laughed. I tightened my grip on his hand, as I looked across the street.

A pair of silver eyes met mine, just as he walked out of Very Suited, Parkinson hanging onto his arm.

XXX

I saw her sitting at Enlows with little Weasley, and Pothead.

And her so called boyfriend, Weaselface.

Her brown eyes had met mine as I stepped out of the shop. I had just purchased my outfit for tommorrow night. Pansy had begged to come with me, and, for once, I let her. After all, if I couldn't take Granger, I had to take somebody.

Granger never would've went with me if I asked.

If I had asked.

I never would have. It would've looked bad on my half. I don't care about that anymore though. Nothing. I don't care about disgracing my house, orthe Malfoy name. All I cared about was making her mine, something that would never happen now.

It took all that I had, not to go over to her and kiss her pink lips. I had stopped sneaking into her room after our last tutoring session. It was killing me. Every time I saw her, I wanted to press her against the nearest wall and ravish her.

I scowled, and broke eye contact with her.

"What's the matter, Drakie?" a soft voice spoke to me.

"Nothing, Pansy, I'm fine," I said, heading back toward the castle. I had come to Hogsmeade for what I wanted. I couldn't stay here anymore, for the fear of meeting her again. I wouldn't be able to control myself.

"Do you need me to help you relax?" she purred.

"Perhaps," I said, all of my thoughts on Granger.

We walked back to the castle, heading straight for my dormitory.

XXX

"Today was good, wasn't it, Hermione?" Ginny asked me, as we changed our robes.

"Yes, it was Gin," I said, smiling at her. I pulled a brush through my hair. "Tommorrow is going to be splendid, don't you think?"

She smiled. "Yes, I think it might be. In fact... I think Harry and Iare ready for the next step..." she turned scarlett as she busied her self with her clothes.

I smiled. "Well, you've been together for a year and a half now Ginny. I see no harm in anything. Just be careful. You don't want any... accidents to happen."

She sat down on her bed, pulling her knees to her chest. "Yes, I know, Hermione. Thank you for caring so much. I don't know if we both want it. I mean, we've come close a couple of times, but never done anything," she said. "I think I might be in love with him, Hermione," she said, in a whispered breath.

I walked over to her bed, and placed my hand on hers. "I think he's in love with you too, Ginny. I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way he beams when your name is mentioned in any conversation. At the sound of your voice, it seems as if somehow he's calm. Love is perfect, Ginny. It seems to me as if that's what you and Harry have."

She turned to me, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Hermione," she hugged me. "So... you and Ron..."

I smiled, walking back over to my bed, changing my shirt. "Me and Ron, who would've thought. I really care for your brother, Ginny. You know I do. That day when I saw him laying on the ground, I felt as if my heart was shattered. I don't think we're ready to utter those precious words, as you and Harry are, but we do have something special. I just hope it will last."

"I think it will. He really cares for you too, Hermione. He has since Fourth Year, and perhaps before then."

I closed my eyes. I'm almost positive I could trust Ginny. I turned to her, sitting on my bed. "But... I don't know... I think I might feel something else for someone also. Something different from my relationship withRon, but the thing is, I don't know him at all. Not his name, not even what he looks like."

"What do you mean, Hermione?"

"Well..." I told her about my mysterious visitor every night since term had begun, and she hung on to every word. "But, he's stopped coming to me, Ginny. It's as if he's hurt or something because of the fact I'm with Ron now," I said, looking out my window, pulling my knees to my chest. "But, that just shows that he's very respectful, and he cares for me a lot. The thing is though, I only wish I knew who he was."

"Have you ever spoken to him?"

"Yes, once in the library, after he, well... you know... kissed me. His voice was so soft and gentle, and he had the most beautiful warm silver eyes. Nobody else in this school has eyes like that, unless you count Malfoy, but his are always cold and full of hatred."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," she murmered. "Are you happy that he's not coming to you anymore?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I really don't want to cheat on Ron. I just want to speak to the man that came to me in my sleep. Ron and I have a strong connection... but with this other guy.. I don't know.. it's really hard to describe."

"Are you in love with him?"

Yes, I think I am, Ginny. I just don't want to tell Ron. The connection with the mysterious man is strong, and each time he touches me, it feels as if he's just the thing I need to fill the empty place in my heart.

"Hermione?"

"No..." I lied. "I just want to speak with him, but if he's never going to show his face, then, no, I don't think I could be in love with him."

She sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, Hermione. Maybe one day he'll come back, and you'll get your wish."

"Maybe," I said, laying down, pulling my covers over me. "Thanks for talking, Ginny. And please, don't tell anyone, not even Harry."

She smiled. "You're welcome, Hermione," she said. I heard the squeak of her matress as she lay down. "Of course I won't say anything, you have my word."

"Thanks, Gin," I said yawning.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

I murmered a goodnight to her, once again my mind full of thoughts of him.

XXX

"Come on, Hermione!" Ginny called, heading to the Great Hall.

Hermione felt an anxious pit in her stomach, as she walked out of the common room. She saw Ginny in her gorgeous dress, waiting for her.

"Wow, Hermione, you look lovely," she said. "Come on, we need go."

They walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, eyes turning in their direction.

"Why are they looking at us?" Hermione asked, nervously putting a hand to her face, straightening her mask.

"Us? They're looking at you," Ginny whispered, her eyes searching for Harry.

Hermione blushed, putting her hand to her side. She saw Ron and Harry standing by the doors of the Great Hall, waiting for them. She saw Ron staring at her as she went up beside him. He looked handsome in his black blazer and crisp white shirt. He wore black slacks, and shiny black shoes, and on his face he wore a black mask, that hid his eyes. Hermione couldn't help but feel heat rise up in her.

"You look brilliant, Ron," Hermione said, putting a hand to her chest.

"As do you," he said, offering his arm.

She took it, a smile on her lips. They walked into the Great Hall, music already playing.

Hermione didn't sense a pair of eyes watching her entrance.

XXX

I saw her walk into the Great Hall, her arm around Weasley's. She looked beautiful.

She wore a black gown, that tumbled down, stopping just at her ankles. She had a low neckline, that showed just the right amount of cleavage. The dress was held up by her neck, the satin strap wrapped around it. She wore a single silver bracelet on her arm, and a silver necklace, a elegant charm of a dragonfly on it. On her face was a black mask, that covered her eyes. She wore low heeled black slipons, so that enough of her tan legs were showing. Her curly hair was piled up on her head, soft, loose curls framing her face.

I almost melted right there. I wanted so much to be Weasley, which was a first. Her slender arm should be wrapped with mine, while I showed her off on the dance floor.

"Draco, should we dance?" a cool voice asked in my ear. "Or would rather goggle at the mysterious lady in black?"

Ah, so she didn't know who it was. Did she not know of Weasley and Granger being together, or was she really this dense?

"It's up to you, Pansy," I said, still staring at Granger.

I felt her tug at my arm, and pull me toward the dance floor. I tried my best to avoid looking at Weasley and Granger. She was smiling her lovely smile, as they moved together on the dance floor. Her body moved with the music, in the most seductive way. I heard her laugh, her glittering laugh, as Weasley whispered something in her ear.

The music stopped, and he pulled her off the dance floor, to the side. I watched them, my eyes not lingering off her. Pansy pulled me toward the refreshment table.

"Draco, I must go freshen up, do you mind?" she asked, glancing at me.

I looked at her. "No, go ahead, Pansy, I'll still be here."

She headed off to the ladies. I sat down on a vacant chair, and watched Granger once again. Weasley had apparently left to go get her a drink. Now it was my chance. I only hope she wouldn't be able to recognize me.

XXX

I sat on the chair, as Ron went to go tend to an errond for Proffesser McGonagall. I sat there, swaying lightly as the song changed. I closed my eyes breifly, opening them, when a hand fell on my shoulder gently.

"May I have this dance?" the mysterious voice whispered.

I opened my eyes, and gasped. I looked into the eyes of my phantom lover. For the first time in a week, I lay my eyes on him. He looked breathtaking.

He was wearing a black blazer, with gold lining on the cuffs and sides. He wore a white button shirt, that was unbuttoned revealing some of his chest, but not too much. He wore fitting black pants, and a creamy white mask covered up his face, making him unrecognizable.

I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up. I didn't need to speak words for my answer.

He led me onto the dance floor, and placed his hands on my hips. I wrapped my hands around his neck as we swayed with the music.

Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will

Forgive me if I stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can't have
But I've got to try
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you

If I could dim the lights in the mall
And create a mood I would
Shout out your name so it echoes in every room
I would

That's what I'd do,
That's what I'd do
That's what I'd do
To get through to you

The music stopped, but it felt as if no one else was there. I looked up into his warm, silver eyes, and a smile played on his lips. He took my hand and led me out of the Great Hall, out into the night air.

We stood there together, and he never dropped my hands. Only one thought came to my mind.

"Who are you?"

He didn't say anything, only stared at me. He reached up and touched the side of my face. He led me to a bench, and we sat down together. He drew in a slow breath.

"I am... somebody that loves everything about you, Hermione. The way you laugh, the way you breathe, the way your hair falls in your face, your smile, your eyes, everything," he said slowly. "Everything I've done to you has been wrong, everything. It has taken me forever to figure out that I was wrong... wrong about everything."

I furrowed my brow, not really following him. Everything he's done to me? What had he done besides making me melt when he kissed or touched me?

"I'm so afraid that I'll lose you if I tell you who I am," he said, turning away from me, putting his arms on his knees. " After I found out you were with..Weasley, I felt torn. But, you aren't mine..." he looked back up at me. "You don't know me, but I want to get to know you . I want to know you so well that I know what you're thinking, and what you're going to say. You're a beautiful, perfect person in my eyes, Hermione, and all I want to do is be with you."

I smiled, and put my hand against his soft cheek. "I want to know you too... but I need to know who you are first..."

He smiled sadly, as I reached up, fingering his mask, itching to take it off.

"Wait... before you unmask me... you have to let me do one thing..." he said.

"What's that?"

"This," he whispered, taking my face in his hands. He pressed his soft lips to mine, and kissed me gently. I felt sparks fly between us as we connected. I couldn't understand the feeling. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes.

I stroked his cheek, and reached up, slowly removing his mask.

I pulled off the mask, and gasped. I felt hot tears in my eyes. There's no way he could be my mysterious lover. Not him, the cold, cruel human being, hater of all who are not like him. I bit my lip to keep myself from sobbing.

I looked up intoDraco's sad silver eyes, letting the tears fall down my face. I stood up, my face wet with those tears. I walked away from him, my arm brushing past him. I turned to face him, whispering into the night:

"I hate you, Draco Malfoy, I hate you."

Well... there you go guys, and this one's a bit longer, so enjoy. Sorry I didn't update sooner, but I've been at my dad's, and couldn't load it into his laptop! Anyway, thank all of you guys for sending me so many reviews! Keep them coming everbody! Thanks!