Dear Fanfiction lovers. I hope you will enjoy this story. I haven't written anything in a long time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. Also, the part about Hermione not being able to see herself in the mirror, is inspired by a French book I had to read in high school. I don't know the title or the author. Also, I am terrible at French so there is no use in looking it up now after all these years. Just know that that part of the story is not mine either.

Setting: It is the final year of Hogwarts. They don't know about horcruxes yet. Sirius and Dumbledore have died as in the books.

Chapter 1: Surprises

Hermione has a terrible headache. She feels like someone used a sledgehammer to repeatedly hit her with it on the head. She is lying on the floor of what appears to be a library. She doesn't know which library it is but she is sure that knowledge will come back to her soon. She gets up and feels slightly nauseous and dizzy. Grabbing the nearest bookshelf to steady herself she closes her eyes for a few seconds to regain her balance. She starts to worry a little. 'What has happened?'Hermione thinks to herself. 'Was there an attack? Are my friends okay?' Hermione tells herself that she probably just fell asleep reading in the windowsill she was standing next to. She must have fallen off and hurt her head on the ground or one of the bookcases. 'That must be it', she decides. She opens her eyes again and holds her breath for a moment when she releases the bookcase hoping her legs will work properly again. After a few seconds she realizes that she can stand on her own and let's go of her breath. Hermione looks out the window but she doesn't recognize the view. The library looked out over land, a garden of some sort. She was not in a city. Considering she must have fallen pretty hard it is understandable she doesn't know where she is right away. Hermione looks around but there are no books on the ground. 'Odd' she thinks. 'If I fell books must have fallen too'. She starts wondering again but then her eyes fall on a book on the shelf right in front of her. The book looks really old, almost as if it would fall apart when touched. The book is called The History Of Magic. 'Could it be the first edition?' Hermione feels a shot of joy rush through her, enough to momentarily forget her situation, while she considers this. She has been looking for the first edition ever since she read one of the later copies for the first time, which was right after she found out she was a witch. Hermione wants to grab it, carefully of course, but before she can reach out she is interrupted by someone standing at the very end of this passageway of the library.

"What do you think you're doing here Granger?" a low, masculine voice asks her. Hermione recognizes the voice immediately and doesn't turn around to look at him while she answers him.

"I'm here to get a book Malfoy, what do you think I'm doing here?" She replies a bit snarky.

Malfoy raises one eyebrow. "What makes you think you can just take that with you then?" He asked both confused and irritated.

"It's a public library Malfoy why wouldn't I be able to take it with me?" Hermione answers, equally irritated. She still doesn't turn around to look at him. As if avoiding him will make him go away.

"Where did you get that idea?" Malfoy crosses his arms over his chest.

Hermione sighs. She has had about enough of this, as if hitting head and being unconscious for Merlin knows how long isn't enough. She turns around at last to tell him to sod off but is silenced at the sight of him. He is wearing dark jeans with a simple black V-neck shirt. She has never seen him without either his school robes or a suit. Therefore, it shocks her to see him out in public wearing such a casual outfit and most of all, looking so good in it.

"What are you staring at Granger?" he spat, clearly losing his patience already.

"Nothing, I… I just…" she stammers and feels her cheeks redden as she realizes she doesn't know.

"Forget it. Now get out of my house and don't you dare come back."

Hermione tilted her head. She was not intimidated by his forceful tone. However, she was confused. "Your house?" she asks him.

"Yes my house." He shifts his weight to his left leg and put his hands on his hips. "How did you get in anyway?" He asks. "Our security has never let a Mudblood on Malfoy grounds before."

"I don't know" She tells him and tries to recall what happened once more. 'Am I really at Malfoy manor? What am I doing here? How did I get here? What day is it?' That last question bothers her most of all so she decides to just ask him, with the risk of making an even bigger fool of herself. "What day is it Malfoy?"

"June twenty-first. Why?"

She doesn't exactly answer him she just mutters the date over and over again. She walks past him thinking about the date. 'What is going on? Why can't I remember anything from the past weeks?' Hermione is picking her brain trying to figure out what is going on but she can't seem to reach the memories. It is as if her mind is blocked.

"You're heading the wrong way" Draco tells her and sighs. When she doesn't answer him he decides to follow her. If anyone sees her in his house he will be in big trouble. If his father doesn't kill him then Voldemort certainly will.

"Granger, stop! You're heading the wrong way" He tells her a bit louder but looks around a corner to make sure nobody has heard him. She turns around immediately.

"I'm sorry I didn't know" she tells him absently and avoids his gaze. He stops in his tracks. 'What is the matter with her? What the hell is she doing in my house and why did she just apologize to me? She has never done that and she doesn't even seem to realize what kind of danger she is in.' Draco thought to himself. When she makes another wrong turn he follows her again.

"Just follow me Granger" he grunted. She just nods and follows him still going over possible scenarios in her head.

"Did you have a coat?" He asks her over his shoulder. He was walking in a dark corridor with a long dark red carpet down the middle. On the walls were empty portraits. 'Perhaps the people in these paintings find this corridor as creepy and depressing as I do' Hermione thought.

"I don't know" she answers him in a soft voice. She looks scared. The last time he saw her she wasn't scared, Draco thinks to himself. Angry and determined maybe but not scared, which most people had been in her position. He doesn't want to think about that night and pushes the thought away.

"Here it is" He tells her as they reached a giant white double door with stained glass windows. They are in a large round hall that leads to two rooms on either side, and contains a staircase directly opposite the front door with a corridor on either side leading to more rooms on the ground floor.

"Thank you." She tells him. Again he is shocked but he doesn't have time to think about it because suddenly he hears someone coming.

"Hurry up Granger someone's coming." He looks frightened but Hermione is too late to leave. Mrs. Malfoy descends the staircase opposite the entrance. She looks as if she just came from a business meeting or something in her expensive looking grey suit. Although, considering who she is, she probably dresses as such every day.

"Who are you talking to Draco?" His mother asks him and looks around.

"Excuse me?" Draco raises one eyebrow and looks from his mother to Hermione. Hermione is standing right next to him but his mother doesn't seem to notice her.

"Who are you talking to?" She repeated.

Draco decides to bluff. "Nobody" he tells his mother. He stands frozen as if any movement would make his mother call his bluff.

"Okay then" she answers with a frown. "Lunch is ready are you coming?"

"Yes mother, I will be there in a minute." He replies, still confused about what just happened. Hermione had stayed silent the entire time, unsure what to do or say.

Mrs. Malfoy nods and walks away. Hermione and Draco are both in utter shock. How could Narcissa Malfoy not have seen Hermione? Draco suddenly looks very pale and he looks at her with his eyes widened. He jumps back a little as if she was on fire.

"You have got to be kidding me!" He says to nobody in particular.

"What?" She asks him confused. He walks up to her and tries to grab her shoulders but his hands go right through her. Hermione jumps away from him this time.

"Bloody hell!" They both say in unison.

"Get away from me you freak! What did you do to me?" She yells. Panic is starting to kick in. 'Maybe this is all a dream' she thinks 'this can't be real'.

"Me?" Draco gasped. "You are the freak here! You're a sodding ghost!"

"I am not a ghost Draco Malfoy do not insult me like that!" She tells him matter-of-factly.

"Good Merlin Granger do you always keep your promises?" Draco mutters more to himself than to her. She heard him nevertheless.

"Yes of course I do, what does that have to do with anything?" she snaps. Recent events were becoming too much for her.

"Forget it" he tells her. If she doesn't talk about that night he certainly won't bring it up again.

"Come stand over here" he tells her.

Hermione hesitates at first but then does what he asks of her. She is standing in front of a mirror next to the door but all she sees is the hallway and the staircase behind her. She can't see her own reflection. It is as if she is not there at all.

"What is going on?" She asks him. Tears are starting to form in her eyes. She starts to nervously shift and look around her clamping her arms around her chest hugging herself. "What has happened Malfoy? Tell me! How did I get here? Why can't your mother see me? Why can't I see my reflection? Why don't I remember anything from the past few weeks?" Tears are now falling from her eyes which makes her feel even worse. She would never want Draco to see her so weak. Yet, she doesn't look away from him and through the tears looks at him with a determined look in her eyes. She needs answers. Draco doesn't know what to say. He is still looking at her with these huge eyes in shock and he doesn't say anything. He just shakes his head.

"Am I dead?" her lower lip is shaking and she bites it to keep it steady.

"I… I don't know. I think so." Now Hermione can't hold back the tears any longer and she starts crying really loudly. She sinks to the floor and sits there hugging her knees. Draco looks around to see if nobody notices her. A house-elf walks by and nods at Draco but he doesn't seem to see or hear Hermione.

Draco looks down at the distressed girl on the ground in front of him. "This is getting too weird for me" Draco tells her and walks away. Hermione stays where she is. She doesn't understand any of this. 'Why is Draco the only one that can see me? Why am I dead? What happened? If I am dead, then what about my friends?' Again she thinks that there may have been an attack. Draco is out of her sight for a minute or two now and suddenly her headache gets worse. Ever since Draco was near her she hadn't felt it anymore but she didn't realize it until he left again and the headache came back. The longer he is gone the more horrible it becomes. She doesn't understand why but she has a feeling that Draco has something to do with it. Her headache was gone away when he was near after all. She starts to run after him and feels her headache slowly drift away again when she nears him. Hermione is thinking to herself that her day cannot get any more confusing.

"Stop following me Granger." He half whispers irritably. He is probably afraid someone will hear him.

"I have to." She tells him.

"Why?"

"I don't know" she answered truthfully.

"You don't know anything today do you?" He snaps but keeps walking and refuses to face her.

"Look Malfoy, don't think I'm enjoying myself. I would rather be anywhere but here!"

"Well neither am I" He tells her. They have now reached the dining room. There is already a plate for him there but it's the only plate on the table.

"Don't you eat with your parents?" She asks him.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know, to talk to your family maybe?" she tells him sarcastically.

"We don't have anything to talk about." He tells her as if it is the most normal thing in the world. He is a bit irritated that she dares criticize him about his habits in his own home.

"I'm sure that's not true" she tells him.

"Will you just shut up Granger? I never asked for you to be here." He finally turns to face her. "You don't know me so stop judging me." Draco gets grumpier by the minute.

"I could have told you that all of those times you judged me in school." She snaps back.

"That was different."

"Different how?" she shifts her weight onto her right leg and places her right hand on her right hip. She even tilted her head and raised her eyebrow to show him she would like to see him explain.

"Granger, you have to leave, go stalk your friends maybe they can see you too."

"You're absolutely right!" Her face lights up as she says it. "We are going to see them tomorrow." She tells him matter-of-factly.

"Wait, we? No way! You're going alone. Go now. "

"I can't! I have to stay near you remember. Just go to Diagon Alley tomorrow so I can follow you." She says almost cheerfully.

"Forget it Granger I'm not going to help you."

"Yes you will."

"What makes you say that?"

"You want to get rid of me right?" She has an evil glint in her eyes. Almost Slytherin worthy he decided.

"Yes." He looks at her with suspicion showing all over his face.

"Well then you'll help me. The sooner we find out what is going on the sooner I can get back to normal."

"You're dead Granger you can't get back to normal."

"We'll see." She sits down on the table and is relieved to find she doesn't go straight through. That would have been embarrassing.

"Well good luck trying to find a way back on your own." He tells her and sits down as well.

"I can't do it on my own I probably can't even turn a page of a book. How am I supposed to do any research?"

"You're forgetting something Granger." He starts eating.

"What?"

Draco took a long pause to finish his bite, perhaps making it even longer to torment Hermione a bit. "It's not my problem." He smirks.

She looks angrily at him but then an evil smile appears on her face once more. "Aren't you forgetting something too Malfoy?" she emphasises the 'you'.

"What?"

"I have to stay near you and you are the only one that can see me. If I don't find a way out of here I will have a lot of free time on my hands and I can assure you, Malfoy, that you will go nuts." She smiled at him, a bit too sweetly.

"Don't count on it Granger. You won't convince me all that easily." He tried to sound confident but the look on her face had scared him a bit, although he would never admit such a thing.

She smiles at him some more. "Oh you will, just you wait." Hermione is very confident she can make him change his mind. After all, Harry and Ron used to be scared to death when Hermione had set her mind to something, or someone for that matter, nobody could stand in her way. She would get what she wanted. He'll take her to her friends and she can listen to their conversations and hopefully find out what happened to her. He looks like he's hiding something but she is fairly sure he won't give up easily. Although she doesn't like to admit it, he is just as stubborn and smart as she is. He won't just give in and let her win. He will fight back.

Draco is starting to worry. 'What if she is right? Just chatting all day will make me go crazy. I have to get rid of her before she finds out what I did, before she finds out the deatheaters plans, before he is ordered to torture or kill someone, again.' He can't let her see what he has become, although he does not admit this fact to himself. 'Why do I have to be the one haunted by the stupid mudblood's ghost?' He looks up at her. She seems to be staring into space, deep in thought. 'You know why'. A voice in the back of his head tells him but he shakes it off. He never wants to listen to that voice, even though it is usually right.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it. Please review. Constructive criticism is very welcome.