Welcome to the very first chapter of my fic "Hermione Granger and the Petulant Poltergeist."
If you found the 1995 movie 'Casper' to be the height of romance as a child, then this is the fic for you.
There will be ups and downs for our favourite duo, but you're in safe hands <3
I really hope you'll join me on this adventure.
Slide description:
"Dear Miss Granger,On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, we would like to offer the Malfoy Manor Estate as not only reparations for the personal toll the war had on you and your family, but as a thank you for your efforts saving the wizarding world from certain ruin. Please find attached a copy of the deed and title.
Yours Sincerely, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Hermione looked nervously up from the paper in her hand and mouthed "Oh my," as her eyes travelled up the stone path, to the foreboding manor before her.
The gates of Malfoy Manor creaked open in recognition of their new owner. Hermione swallowed and made her way down the stone path, her suitcase and Crookshanks trailing behind her.
Standing in the foyer, she stared in awe at the magnificent crystal chandelier directly above her. The portraits looked down at her and Crookshanks with distain, though they didn't utter a word.
Treading quietly across the marble tile, she made her way up a spiral staircase, all the while looking around in awe at the lavish manor. Crookshanks followed a few paces behind.
She alighted at the first landing and wandered down the wide hall, the eyes of portraits followed her in silent disapproval.
As she passed an archway, a flash of something silver caught her eye, she turned and gasped when she saw what- who, rather, it was.
The spectral form of Draco Malfoy glowered at her from across the room, his elbow resting on the mantle of a fireplace. "Granger." He said. "What do you think you're doing here?"
In complete shock she uttered "Malfoy, you're a-a ghost."
He pushed off from the mantle, his steps made no sound as he crossed the carpet to stand over her. "Way to point out the obvious, Granger." He said icily. "You have no business being here. This is my father's residence."
His eyes lingered on hers, before he twisted away. "Leave." He demanded, his back to her.
"Please Malfoy." Hermione said, the smallness of her voice magnified by the vast empty room. "I have nowhere else to go."
Malfoy spun to face her. "That's hardly my concern." He sneered.
Finding her courage she met his combative glare with a severe one of her own. "Well you can't make me leave." She said simply, realising he was in fact a ghost and therefor couldn't lay a finger on her.
Malfoy grit is teeth and said. "we'll see about that."
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