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Chapter 2

The first thing early in the morning Hermione could see was sun light through her closed eyelids before she woken up. She then felt a throbbing pain on the back of her head and lifted her hand to massage the lump. She opened her eyes and found herself on the floor of her living room, still in her outfit from last night.

But, what happened last night?

The last few things she remembered were coming home, reading a book, seeing Draco Malfoy and-

Draco.

Hermione shot up, ignoring her increasing headache, and grabbed her wand that laid beside her. She wildly looked around her, both hoping everything had been a dream and hoping everything had been real. "Dr- Draco?"

Silence.

She paused, listening to her heavy breathing. Maybe it was just a dream. Scolding herself for being foolish, she pocketed her wand and rushed upstairs to get ready for her day.

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"Hey Harry." Hermione greeted her friend as she sat beside him during break.

Harry looked up from his lunch and grinned, "Hey Hermione, done with your shift?"

"I don't think being an Auror has shifts when random danger is constantly around you." Hermione grinned back, stealing one of his grape.

Harry smirked, "True. What's up?"

"Nothing, just about to go back home. Where's Ron?"

"Lavender." Harry grimaced with distaste. "She came by unannounced and asked - more like demanded, if you ask me - Ron to reserve dinner for their Anniversary. So," He lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, "being the procrastinator that he is, he is now apparating in every restaurant he knows that isn't too crowded."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Wow." She shook her head and chuckled. She sighed deeply before her mind decided to flash her a picture of reminder about last night. "Hey Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry said, after swallowing a sandwich.

"I had a weird dream last night."

"Oh yeah?" Harry frowned, looking at her curiously. "What about?"

"Draco Malfoy." She stated, searching his face for a reaction.

Harry's frown deepened. "What happened?"

"I don't really know, I just- " Hermione paused, trying to gather her thoughts and sighed. "I mean, I had a dream that he came over to my house and was a.. a.. a ghost..."

"A ghost." Harry frowned skeptically.

"But, I'm pretty sure it was just a dream." Hermione said, trying to convince herself.

"Well, he did save your life." Harry said, "Maybe you're just working or thinking to hard?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I am not working or thinking to hard."

Harry stared at her with pursed lips and an eyebrow up.

She scowled, "You know what, I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry broke a smile, "See you, Hermione."

After giving him a farewell hug, she departed to go back home. Once she apparated inside an isolated area in her Muggle neighborhood, she quickly walked the two blocks to her house and pushed her keys inside the lock, before opening the door and closing it. Sighing in exhaustion, she tossed her keys into the kitchen table and plopped herself down on the couch. She rubbed her forehead and groaned, while stretching to relax her aching muscles and wincing at the sound of her joints popping with each stretch.

She wasn't aware of the transparent pair of steely grey eyes staring at her.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione screamed in surprise and jumped up, "AHHH!" She looked around her again, seeing no one. "No, not again..."

"Not what again, Granger?"

She whirled around to the sound of the voice and felt her breath leave her at the sight of what's in front of her. Draco Malfoy stood- more like floating- by the couch and was looking at her with an amused expression.

Hermione closed her eyes shut and opened them to see if something was wrong with her vision. She paled, seeing him still staring at her.

Draco smirked, "Good to see you too, Granger."

"What are you doing here!" Hermione shrieked with fright.

She didn't know why she was acting like this when she already knew that ghosts exist. She saw so many ghosts back at Hogwarts. But it was weird seeing Draco as one when she and her other friends witnessed his death.

"Haunting you." Draco teased.

Hermione raised her hands on her head and shut her eyes closed muttering, "No, no, no, no, no! I'm dreaming again. Ugh, stop it! Why do I keep dreaming about him!"

"Aw, you keep dreaming about me, Granger?" Even though her eyes are closed, she could practically hear him smirking as he speak. "Hate to break it to you, but even though I'm already dead, you're still not my type. I don't do Mudbloods, to be honest with you. No thanks."

Hermione scowled.

Great. Even when he's dead, he's still the same git.

She deeply sighed and opened her eyes, seeing him floating towards Crookshanks, who kept meowing and hissing at him.

"C'mon Crookshanks." Hermione cooed as she took her cat in her arms, "It's just Draco's stupid spirit."

"Your fat cat is scared of me." Draco smirked.

Hermione turned to him, "Why are you here?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Good question. I'm not really sure. I remembered trying to catch the Dark Lord's dog and then blackness. Next thing I knew I woke up at St Mungo's in the middle of the night."

"You woke up?" How can he wake up when he's already dead? Hermione inwardly thought to herself. "But why are you here? As in my place?"

He shrugged, "No idea. After I woke up, I felt as if something was tugging and pulling me to come here. So one minute I was at St Mungo's, and the next I'm here. I've no idea how I got here."

"That's strange." Hermione frowned thoughtfully. "Did you try looking for the veil?"

"What veil?" He asked rudely.

"I remembered in fifth year when Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, died. He fallen into the veil where all the spirits go so they can move on..." Hermione explained. "It just doesn't make sense why you're a ghost..."

"And so?" Draco asked, even though it was obvious he wasn't interested. "How did Nearly Headless Nick become one? Same with the Bloody Baron, or the Grey Lady, and-

"I got it." Hermione interrupted him impatiently. She walked to the kitchen and pulled out a random letter, tearing the paper and writing on the back. She then called for her new pet owl, Helena, and tied it to her leg. "Helena, can you take this to Harry Potter?"

The owl hooted and fluttered away once Hermione opened the window.

"What was that about?" Draco asked.

"I'm going to need Harry and Ron about this."

"Potter and Weasley?" He sneered in disgust. "What are those two buffoons gonna do? I'm already dead."

Hermione glared at him, "Listen you pathetic tw-

BANG BANG BANG!

"What was that?" Draco asked, floating upwards in surprise.

"Hermione! It's us open up!"

Hermione jumped up and rushed to her door, opening them. "Harry! Ron! That was quick!"

"The beauty of apparition." Ron grinned, stepping inside her house. ''We could have apparated inside, but your wards..."

"I know, I know." Hermione sighed, as Harry stepped in after Ron.

"What was this crazy story about Draco Malfoy being in your living room?" Harry asked, staring at Hermione with concern.

"Draco Malfoy is sitting right over here." A drawling voice said with disdain.

Harry and Ron whipped around hoping to see their late colleague.

Only they couldn't.

"What was that?" Ron asked breathlessly, taking a step back.

"Don't you see!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Draco, who was snarling back at the sight of Harry and Ron. "He's right there!"

Harry and Ron exchanged uneasy glances.

"Hermione," Harry said slowly, "We don't see anyone..."

She dropped her hand and rounded at her friends, her eyes widened. "What do you mean, you don't see anyone?" She looked at Draco again, and pointed towards him, "There he is! Being his infuriating self by lounging on my couch as if he owns the place!"

Even Draco was frowning in confusion. "POTTER! WEASLEY!"

He stood in front of Ron and waved his hand back and forth to get his attention.

"Ron, do you see him?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron and Draco back and forth.

"Hermione, stop it." Ron said in a low tone, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's been months since he's... left. Stop this."

Hermione stared at Ron for a long time. She could feel the stubborn tears forming in her eyes as they watched her with concern. She hated it when people look at her like that. As if she's gone mad.

Are they playing a cruel joke on her, or can they really not see Draco? She turned to Harry, "Please, Harry. He's here."

Harry shook his head, "Ron's right, Hermione. You need to let go."

"NO!" Hermione shouted, not caring that the tears were falling freely. "He's right there! How can you two not see him!"

"We don't see anything!" Ron shouted back, "We know how hard this was for you, but stop it!"

"Hermione, " Harry sighed sadly, "What's going on here? Did you accidentally cast a spell or something?"

"Yeah, I mean you were pretty upset that night," Ron said, "We all were. Maybe, you fell asleep and cast some rare type of spell while thinking of him?"

"This is probably all happening in your head." Harry said. "You kept thinking about him, that your mind is playing tricks on you."

I'm not bloody crazy! Hermione shouted in her head. Instead, she nodded in defeat.

Draco chuckled, coming closer to Hermione, who was blushing furiously. "Oh, Granger. Is this true? First you dreamed about me, now you're thinking of me? I'm touched."

"Sod off, Malfoy." Hermione snapped. She turned to Harry and Ron, who were frowning. "I swear I didn't do anything except read a book."

" 'Tis true." Draco added, even though Harry and Ron couldn't hear or see him. "It was rather boring, actually."

Hermione ignored him and felt her shoulders dropped. They couldn't see him. Why couldn't they see him? It didn't make sense.

"So, you really don't see anyone or anything in my living room?" Hermione wanted to double check.

"Your cat." Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean."

Harry and Ron looked around her house before telling her no.

"Fine. You're right, I'm probably just being stupid and imagining things." Hermione said. No, I'm not. I received the highest marks in school. I'm not stupid.

Harry opened the door, "You gonna be okay?"

No. "Yes."

"Owl us if anything happens, alright?" Ron said.

I did, but you're not helping. "Okay." She nodded and watched as they apparated outside her house.

She turned around to face Draco. "They can't see you. Only I can.''

Draco gasped in mock surprise and brought his hands together, clapping obnoxiously. "Very good, Granger! 10 points for stating the obvious. Well done, Miss Granger. Well done."

Hermione looked down at her feet, "I don't understand... why can't they see you?"

"How should I know?" Draco tutted in annoyance.

Hermione could feel a headache forming and closed her eyes. "Maybe they're right..." She mumbled.

"What?" Draco asked, coming towards her. "What are they right about?"

She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him very close in front of her. "Maybe I am imagining things. Maybe you're not real."

Draco frowned, "Uh, no, Granger. I'm real. I'm here, except dead. And ghosty like."

Hermione shook her head, "No, why would I be the first person Draco would hang out with if he's a ghost? No, they're right. I need some rest to clear my head."

Draco scowled and tried to reach for her, but wasn't surprised to see that his hand went through her instead.

"Leave me alone." Hermione said, turning away.

He went in front of her quickly and said in a serious tone, "Granger, I'm not your imagination. There's probably a reason why only you can see me."

But she ignored him and continued walking towards her bedroom. "You're not real. After I wake up, you're gone."

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She tried clutching into Draco's arm from behind, but he kept her hidden by his frame.

"MALFOY! LOOK OUT!" Harry shouted in panic.

She looked around him and saw Greyback muttering a spell, before a flash of green light ignited on the tip of his wand, hitting Draco squarely on the chest. Draco landed on Hermione, his eyes opened but seeing nothing.

"Draco!"

"DRACO!" Hermione sat up, gasping for air. She looked around her, and realized she was sitting on her bed, her hands clutching into her warm blankets, and her pajamas clinging into her body with sweat. She glanced at her clock and read, 4:14 AM.

It was only a dream... Hermione said to herself, as she laid back down. Only a dream..

Even though she tried going back to sleep, she couldn't. Her thoughts went back to last night and wondered if Draco the Ghost was still haunting her house, or if it was just part of her dream.

"Draco?" She called out softly, opening the door with her wand.

Silence.

"Draco, are you still here?"

Only the wind of the dark night and the small chirping of early birds were the only sounds she could hear.

Only a dream. She repeated, before settling back in unconsciousness.

Moments later, Draco Malfoy glided out of his hiding place, Hermione's closet, and watched with a frown as the witch fell back asleep. Watching her rolling on the bed with her face contorted into something scary because of a nightmare was unsettling.

Sighing, he sat on her bed and tried to reach for her. Again, his hand went through her. When he noticed Hermione shivering, he immediately retracted his hand, and watched as she relaxed again with her guard down.

"I'm not a dream, Hermione." Draco bent down and softly whispered in her ear, hoping his message would drill through her hard head. "Please, don't give up on me just yet."

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