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… Poltergeist problem…
Author's Notes: I want to thank you for supporting the story: Will love even find its way to you? If you did read it. This is the sequel for it. And if you're wondering about the title… yeah, I added the word Fallen
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When Fallen Dragons Rise…
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In my state, I know my downfall
In my heart, I know what will befall
But, I know, whatever I ensue
You are the one I truly value
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"My, my, my. Myrtle… and what's this?" the voice cackled.
"Master Draco Malfoy…"
Moaning Myrtle squinted her eyes at the near by figure. She didn't seem to like the person whom she saw, Draco detected before he looked at the other. But before he could get a glimpse of the intruder, Myrtle had already clasped his arm. Her quick reflexes startled Draco since she was suddenly dragging his arm along with his whole spectral body weight through a wall near by. Since Moaning Myrtle was a bit more experienced than Draco in being dead, Draco didn't have a choice but to follow her.
She was quicker than him, Draco noticed but was baffled when they suddenly stopped when a silhouette blocked their way. Draco looked at the familiar figure but somehow can't tell who it was. Draco turned to Myrtle and saw that she exactly knew who she was seeing and didn't like whoever it.
"Go away…" Moaning Myrtle said.
The figure cackled again, only getting closer to the pair. It didn't seem to be bothered for the fact that he was already irritating Myrtle and him. He only continued his taunt at the both of them. Draco turned again to the figure and notions began popping out of his head…
It said Master Draco Malfoy…
It knows him…
It knows Moaning Myrtle…
It taunts…
"Peeves, I'm warning you…" Myrtle tried to threaten the clearly visible poltergeist.
Peeves, on the other hand, was very entertained in the present situation he had gotten in to. Being older than her, she knows that he can to do a lot more than her.
"So, the spirit of Master Malfoy lives!" It said with such halfhearted enthusiasm. "Alive to kill Potter?" He questioned. "Or alive to be with Potter?"
Draco had forgotten the time when he accidentally met Peeves on his way to the appointment he had set up for him and Harry to talk… alone. He made the mistake of not really paying attention to where he was he was going and Peeves, being him had something despicable up his sleeve. He would have thought that Peeves already have forgotten that instance but he guessed that he was wrong.
"Peeves!" Moaning Myrtle tried to make her voice stronger and prevented it to quiver but there was nothing she could do. This was Peeves… His spirit lives to torment and to annoy those who live. "Get out of the way!"
"Tut, tut! I'm going to have fun with you!"
Draco growled. "I have no time for you…" His voice strong but emotion spilled through and rang in Peeves' ears. It cackled.
"I have to find, Harry." Draco let that slip, not that he minded that he had said that. But still, he regretted saying that to Peeves for some reason.
Peeves faked a gasp. "My, Master Draco is growing up fast." Though translucent, both Draco and Moaning Myrtle could clearly see the gleam of curiosity in his eyes. "Setting his eyes on the Potter boy, I see…"
Peeves floated a little more and elevated himself so that he was higher than Draco and Myrtle.
"Tsk…Tsk…Tsk… Such a sad thing. A Malfoy and a Potter, doomed to be separated by fate." Draco blinked at his statement. Peeves saw this and went on, in fact, grinning that he was affecting the great son of Lucius this way. Such achievement.
"Such misfortune to befall on you, Malfoy. Why waste your time on Potter?" He grinned hovering up and down a little. "You know that my words holds true."
After that, Draco's eyes dimmed, shielding his emotions and trapping all sensation he felt. His words hold true… he can't deny that…
Just as Peeves was going to open his mouth again, a strange noise seem to be echoing near the stairway. Peeves seemed to be panicking; this only meant one thing...
"Bloody Barron…" Peeves whispered as he quickly slid off through the wall and leaving last words, "It was Fate, Malfoy." Then he disappeared.
Draco stared at the spot where Peeves vanished and turned to see that Myrtle smiling. Draco followed her stare and stopped at the figure that Peeves presumed was Bloody Barron.
"Thanks," Myrtle said to the stranger. "That's all we needed, Sir Nick."
It was the ghost of Gryffindor House: Sir Nicolas. Nearly Headless Nick was the name that he was famous for though he likes being called Sir Nick better.
"What's this?" Sir Nicolas blinked. "Myrtle, you are with Master Malfoy?"
Myrtle flushed a little and shook her head, which made Draco a little confuse. "No."
"Then, why?"
"He…" Myrtle looked at Draco's eyes again and saw the love and devotion that he had for Harry. At first, she couldn't believe that he could love Harry… She couldn't even imagine him being in love with anyone, period. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of sadness she sees when Draco says Harry's name. Myrtle was asking permission.
Draco shook his head.
And Myrtle breathed heavily and then blinked. She could trust Sir Nick… They could trust him.
"I'll tell him." She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that she could help Draco alone.
"Tell me what, Master Malfoy?"
"Please, just call me Draco…"
Sir Nick nodded.
"I---" Draco didn't know how to tell someone that he loved Harry Potter. How could he when all people and ghosts in Hogwarts knew that he, Draco Malfoy, doesn't only hate him, he despised every bone in his body. But how could he fight this feeling. It hurt enough that he found out that he was in love with his mortal enemy but to stay away from him would kill him.
"I love Harry…"
"Potter?"
Draco nodded as a response, looking down and hiding his flushed cheeks. He didn't see Sir Nick smile. Not a mocking smile but a genuine smile.
"This sounds familiar…"
Draco looked up quickly at Nearly Headless Nick and titled his head to the side a little bit indicating that he was a little confused.
"Tell me," Sir Nick started, "People believed and said that you were separated by Fate, correct?"
Draco hesitantly nodded. My words hold true, Master Malfoy. Peeves' last words scampered inside his mind.
"But what do you believe?"
Draco stopped breathing for a while. He thought of all the times he and Harry kissed. When they held one another in their arms. And the time when he knew that from that time on, he would give his life just so Harry will live…
"I believe that Fate is determined to keep us apart…"
Myrtle almost gasped a tear but Draco wasn't finished.
"But there will always be a bond that will pull me and Harry together…" Draco smiled a genuine smile… And Sir Nick saw this despite the darkness. "A bond called Love…"
Sir Nick smiled then said,
"Then I will help you…"
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To be continued