Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Harry Potter characters and never will!

Warning: I am so back! (I'm a pathetic excuse for a writer but I try my best!)

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When Fallen Dragons Rise…

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You gave me life

So I gave mine to you willingly

But I wouldn't live a day

Without you here with me…

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Draco blacked out as he entered and was out and unconscious for the passing minutes that came. He was having a pleasant dream of Harry and him together, him being able to pull him in his arms and being able to kiss him again. He would say all words that would describe Harry for him and he knows that it would never end just as long as there would be more words invented in the world. Nothing but nothing could describe Harry in words. He's too wonderful for that.

He saw himself hug him whisper the words that he always wanted to say to him. But this ended in an instant he again regained consciousness in the hospital floor. He looked around and saw that he was in one of the infirmary quarters. His gray miserable eyes lit up as he saw the one and only occupied bed. It was Harry, sweetly sleeping. Hopefully dreaming of me, Draco thought.

He tried walking towards Harry but found out that being a ghost sure had its downsides. He had a hard time walking until he realized that he was already floating. Not wanting to fight this, he floated over to Harry's bed and stopped above is sleeping face. He never saw Harry sleep so soundly before and, ever since he had developed an intimacy for him, he always wanted to see his sleeping. Yes, he thought of the first time he rescued him, he was indeed sleeping but he was having a nightmare. It worried him when he suddenly woke up and clasped him in his arms. Though, it felt good for him that at least someone would turn to him for comfort. Even if in that time, it had only been an accident.

He felt calm having known that Harry was safe and was not in any way hurt.

Draco was about to trying touching Harry's face with his ethereal hands when someone opened the door and closed it quietly. He turned and saw a tall man in black clothing.

"Snape?"

Prof Snape seemed to have heard him because Draco saw him turn his attention elsewhere before focusing it back to Harry. Draco narrowed his eyes at Snape, who seemed to be watching Harry intently. Draco didn't like the way he was looking at his Harry.

Snape came closer to the sleeping Harry and let his shadow fall on the resting Gryffindor. He lifted his hand and was on the verge of touching Harry's face.

"Don't you dare!" Draco growled and was surprised when he did stop.

But it wasn't because of him, Draco realized. He looked at the door where Snape's eyes were staring. There was the nurse. What was her name? Madam Pomfrey. Thank you, Draco silently thanked her.

"What, pray tell, are you doing here Professor?"

Snape's eyes, again, was looking at the sleeping boy. "I was just------------ checking up on him." He stated silently at Madam Pomfrey. He turned for the door when her voiced stopped him.

"It's passed visiting hours. You should know that Professor."

Snape just snorted at her proclamation and headed for the door. There was a loud thump of the door as the potions teacher disappeared in the hallway.

Madam Pomfrey silently shook her head and headed out the door and locked it.

Draco, who witnessed the whole scenario, was bewildered that his adored Head of Slytherin teacher was coming here in the hospital wing after visiting hours.

He wondered about it for a few second until he heard Harry shift and moan in his sleep. Turning he saw that Harry was getting up, getting his glasses, quietly and crept across the room. He took small and sure steps across the cold stone floor and opened the door slowly. Slight squeaks were heard from it though this did not stop him from sneaking out of the room. Draco followed, floating not far behind him.

After a few steps, Harry stopped infront of another door that was clearly locked. He took out his wand and let words that were familiar to his ears ring as he heard the unlocking of the door on the other side. Entering, he stopped and smiled at the only bed seen the room.

Draco followed soon after Harry entered. He saw himself asleep in bed, barely breathing. He sighed; at least he knew that he was still breathing.

Harry sat next to him on the bed. Draco witnessed this and came closer even more. Harry was touching his face, sighing. For a moment, he thought that Harry was going to cry but he saw that Harry tried to hold it back. It took a lot out from him, as he witnessed because he saw him quiver.

Draco went nearer to him and listened to the whispered words that floated in the air, said by Harry.

"Why? Why did you have to do that? I couldn't live without you…" A tear showed itself as Harry wiped it off with his sleeve. "I can't live without you, Draco…"

Draco had the urge of holding him and telling him that it is going to be alright. That everything will turn fine. And that he will come back for him. How could he? He was a ghost.

He gave up to this urge not long after. He couldn't let Harry know that he's alone. He would never leave him.

Harry felt arms cuddle up to him even though he couldn't see anything. For Harry, it seemed that a voice was talking to him, a sweet voice that sounded like Draco's wonderful voice.

"I would never leave you Harry…" Draco whispered.

Harry closed his eyes and gave himself up to the silence.

"I love you, Draco."

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To be continued…