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AN: New fic, hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing, I thought it was quite an interesting idea, as I'd never seen a fic like this.. Inspired by the film Just Like Heaven. Thanks for reading guys. x Sorry if this chapters a bit.. lacking description in the begining. Its just to start the main story off..

The Ghost Of You

It was a friday night in the middle of November. The sky was dark, but the roads were clear. The journey home for 23 year old Hermione Granger was peaceful, and most probably the only time this weekend she'd stop working. But she didn't work so much because she had to, she did it because she wanted to. It kept her mind busy.. It kept her focused and it also kept her mind off things she'd rather not think about.

Pulling up in the driveway, Hermione stopped the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. Looking up at her apartment, she couldn't help but smile realising how far she'd gotten in life and how proud she was of herself.

Ring Ring.

Ring Ring -

"Great." Hermione sighed, getting out of her car and pulling her phone out of her trouser pocket.

"Hello? Yes I'm home.." She thumbled with her suitcase as she walked up the pathway, "Yes. The papers will be done by tomorrow, most definately." Slowly, she placed a key in the lock and turned it.

"Ok. Ok," Hermione closed the door behind her once inside the appartment. "Alright, Bye."

She sighed as she hung up the phone, placing her suitcase onto the sofa and sitting beside it. "Finally, a little peace and -"

The door was swung open behind her as she heard gentle footsteps coming in. "Hermione! You're finally home."

Hermione smiled, turning around to see her flatmate beaming back at her, Her bright red hair falling down her shoulders whilst she was dressed in her favourite black dress. She'd obviously been out down the club.

"Honestly, Ginny. Where else would I be?" Hermione asked, kicking her shoes off and curling up properly on the sofa.

"I don't know-" Ginny walked over to the fridge and pulled a small bottle of firewhisky from it. "Work, Maybe. Since thats all you ever do."

"How else am I to pay for my clothes, my food, my car and this very flat?"

There was silence as Ginny walked over to the armchair next to Hermione and sat down in it. "All I'm saying is you work to hard. Don't you ever feel like just letting your hair down and taking a break?"

"Of course I do Ginny, but I love my job." Hermione smiled, "Honestly, if you'd have told me six years ago I would be working as one of the countries' top lawyer's when I turned 23. I wouldn't have believed you."

"What if I also told you, you never do anything fun anymore. Would you have believed me?"

The silence started again.

"Thats not the point." Hermione protested, quietly.

"Yeah, the point is your an obsessed workaholic and I wanna help you break out of your insane shell."

"Yeah.." Hermione sighed, she did have a point. The last time she went out must have been before she got her job. "And how's that?"

"I've set you up on a blind date! Isn't that great!" Ginny beamed.

"Oh no.."

"Oh yes.."

"When?" Hermione asked, dreading the thought. "H-how?"

"Well, I went out to the club with Angelina and Lavander," Ginny began. "And we met up with these 4 really cute guys. But for one guy, It was the first time he'd been clubbing, and he wasn't having fun. Then, he told us he'd rather be at work. So, I thought I'd set him up with you."

"Great. So you don't even know the bloke?" Hermione sighed. "You gotta stop this, Ginny."

"Trust me, once you see him, you'll be thanking me." She grinned, "And he's boring, just like you."

"Oh haha." Hermione smirked, throwing a remote at her head. "So when is this 'date'."

"Tonight."

"TONIGHT?!"

"Yes, tonight." Ginny nodded.

"What! You're kidding." Hermione paniced, "But I don't know what to wear.."

"Don't worry, I have your back." Ginny pulled Hermione out of her chair and lead her over to her bedroom door. "I pulled out the best things in your wardrobe for you to wear. They're on the bed."

"Promise me you didn't pick out anything slutty." Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'd rather not look like a barbie doll."

"Barbie's not a slut! Hermione you've got to have more faith in me." She smiled, "Besides, you don't own anything majorly slutty, now come on." Ginny gave her a gentle nudge after opening the door; doing nothing but waiting for Hermione to come out of the room..

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29 Minutes later, after reciving outfit approval from Ginny and a hug good luck, she got back into her car and began making her way to the 'Ché Magique' Restaurant on the edge of town. The rain was still falling; but heavier than previous. But roads were still empty as far as the eye could see. Hermione slowly rolled the window down and took in a calming breath of fresh air before rolling it back up again.

She kept imaging what the man could be like; How he'd look, What he'd be wearing, what his intrests were, what he smelled like.. The list was endless. Nonetheless, she was still scared.

Hermione's mind kept telling her, 'Turn the car around and drive somewhere where Ginny can't find you.' But her heart made sure her foot stayed on the pedal and her hands were firmly on the wheel, in direction of her date.

But this was not enough to keep her concentrated as the road ahead became much darker. She must have been about to go under a tunnel or something. Traffic lights up ahead were on red. Should she go for it?

Surely there were no cars coming anyway, she seemed to be the only one on the road.

So she did..

She pressed the pedal once more, slightly harder as she accelerated through the tunnel, But up ahead to blinding lights were coming. The fatique caused Hermione to squint, obscuring her vision. She had no idea what they were; they could have been a car, a bus, a truck or just simply street lights.

But street lights don't have blasting horns or angry drivers on there way to making nightly deliveries inside them.

"GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY!" The male screamed, "CAN'T YOU SEE THE LIGHTS ON RED?!"

The truck was now identifiable as what it was. And as they came closer to one another, The driver became overly infuriated. He he'd his horn down firmly as the noise echoed through the tunnel, He tried to swirve lanes away from her, so did Hermione. But this caused her car to skid out of control..

She pressed extremely hard on the break pedal. Her heart racing uncontrollably and her hands shaking as she tried to re-steer the car. Her head was spinning and everything in her life seemed to come before her and replay as her eyes began to close, trying to avoid the sight.

"Congratulations Hermione, you have the job!"

Different images, of people she loved, people she admired and people she disliked.

"Welcome to Hogwarts.. May your stay be pleasant, May your education prevail."

"Whatever we do, Harry, Hermione. Promise that we'll always be friends, Ok?"

"We're so proud of you, Hermione, don't forget to come and visit us anytime.. Ok darling?"

Highlights of her life and unforgetable flashbacks..

"Don't worry Hermione, you look lovely. I'm sure he'll fall head over heels for you. I don't see why he wouldn't."

"Truth is, I've always loved you. But I don't know if it's gonna work, with you always there and all."

"We'll keep in touch, I promise. I'll write every week, all the way through the summer, as long as you two will too."

"Don't forget me, Ok?"

Things she could never live without. -

Suddenly, Hermione's car came to a painful and thrashing hault into the wall of the tunnel. The area around her was silent except for the tapping of rain onto the car and the endless ringing of the car alarm..

Maybe it was too late to save her?