Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I don't own any of the characters of the books and I write for entertaining purposes only.

Warning: Implies Harry/Draco… the saga continues

Author's Notes: I hardly have any fanfics and I'm not a very good writer but please review.

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When Dragons Rise…

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Being lost, 'tis you I encountered

Calling out, it's you who answered

With a locked door, you are the key

In darkness, you show nothing but beauty

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"What to do?" Draco silently tried to remember the work that has to be done. Not noticing that he went through the wall, he continued his float through the halls dimly lighted by the moonlight. The halls showed nothing but the winding staircases that he used to walk on.

Draco stopped at a certain spot and nodded his head. "I remember now." He approved his own remembrance of his own task. Looking around, he saw that he had traveled far from the hospital wing. The young apparition, turning left to right, tried to remember which way he came through. He attempted to recall to no avail; he cannot remember all the places that he inadvertently entered.

 He was unconsciously slipping through the floor again until he heard a sob. Feeling himself sink, he pulled himself together and drifted through the castle listening intently to the sobs that he heard. He noticed that he was fast passing the locked doors he went through a while ago. The young spirit also noticed that if he concentrated he could move by will. He was using twice his speed now surpassing secluded doors. The light of the moon clearly shown outside shining through one of the open windows, Draco did not notice.

He stopped infront of a certain girl's bathroom. Strange… he thought, nobody is supposed to be out off bed at this late hour.

Curious, he entered the private room. Letting his eyes adjust and letting himself feel his deformed body's convergence, Draco glided ever so slowly hearing once more the soft sobs and moans.

"Who's there?" The muffled voice of the now obvious girl asked.

Draco stopped, uneasy since he was in a girl's private room. This feeling subsided slowly recalling that he was a ghost. He stepped confidently from behind the shadows to the location where he could catch a glimpse of the girl.

"What's a boy doing in the girl's bathroom?"

Draco squinted his eyes to see whoever was able to see him in his current state. Pale was the girl and was evidently translucent when he stared. She looked as surprised as he was when they identified one another.

"Moaning Myrtle?" He remembers her from the year before. Harry had mentioned her and almost everyone knows her from around the castle. She was Harry's friend. Harry… he thought. It sounded like the sweet song that he always wanted to hear over and over again.

"Malfoy!" the young girl said full of surprise, as she was prepared to go through the wall near her. She stopped and pulled back when she felt a hand similar to hers draw her in a reversed motion.

She stared deeply into two gray orbs full of questions that she did not know how to answer or understand to begin with. She didn't even know that a Malfoy could carry all of those feelings.

"You're…" she cut her own sentence.

"Dead?" Draco continued for her, also asking if that was what she was thinking. She nodded.

Catching his breath before he answered, he searched for the words that would suit what he intended to say. "Not entirely," Draco stated, not knowing what else to use. "I was given a second chance."

Moaning Myrtle was again looking in silence, through gray orbs over-flowing with grief. How strange for her that he, who already given a second chance in life, was this miserable.

"You know Harry, correct?"

Myrtle blinked. She wouldn't think that that would even matter to him, especially to him, he who is named Draco.

"Why? Does it matter?" she asked with a little more confidence from that of what she just thought.

"Yes," Draco said softly decreasing the ghostly grip he had on Moaning Myrtle. She looked suspiciously at him. She swore that there was something glistening in moonlight when she looked directly at Draco's dim eyes. "I love Harry…"

Her voice did not accumulate have a word. Love Harry… Potter?

"I know that it might sound senseless at the moment," he said with truth in his voice that she did not want to trust, "but --- please help me…" His eyes pleading with such fervor that Myrtle was stunned, her eyes almost glinting with ghostly stream as she turned away and wiped them away.

"You?" she asked, "love a Potter."

Draco looked down when he heard the name, "Not only a Potter, Myrtle."

She looked over her vaporous shoulder to look at the downhearted Malfoy. He was unconsciously sinking again but she guessed that he noticed since he began hovering in a level equal to hers.

"I do not only love a Potter," he stated again, "… I love Harry Potter. The boy who lived… The boy who is perfect… They boy who is gifted… The boy whom I pledged to destroy… And the boy who captured my heart and who gave me a life that I thought that I would never have…"

He chortled a depressing laugh. "You see… I promised myself that I would die to kill a Potter with my hands…" Moaning Myrtle squinted her eyes looking for untruth in his eyes.

"Now, instead, I killed myself to save the very same Potter I swore to slay…" Myrtle did find what she was looking for. She could see very well that he was telling the truth.

"So please… I need him. Before I promised him that I couldn't live without him." Draco shakes his head, "And now I can't live through death without him."

She crossed her arms as she nodded when she turned to face the eyes of a Malfoy who was already pleading with his whole heart set for a Potter.

Drifting farther away from Draco and stopping only enough for her to have her space to float on and enough for her to hear Draco, she shifted her eyes from Draco's right and left eyes over and over. "Would you mind telling me the whole story?"

"Are you sure?" Draco sighed as he followed her position, "…it's long."

She nodded, "I'm sure…"

Neither of them noticed presence in the midst of the conversation. Before Draco could even start his tale of love and pain, they heard a voice.

"My, my, my. Myrtle… and what's this?" the voice cackled.

"Master Draco Malfoy…"

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To be continued…