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…

Author's Notes: Check out the overlooked **** O_o you will not hear that from me…

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When Fallen Dragons Rise…

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Your eyes see nothing of me

But your heart witnesses more

Than what the naked eyes could

Envision in the next shore

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"Then I will help you."

Draco sighed in relief. He felt a little bit enlightened because, somehow, he knew that he could trust Sir Nick. But still, he could get a strange feeling that he was missing out something that was going to cost him. He tried not to think of it and he tried to concentrate on something else… like Harry. Draco smiled.

"Draco?" 

Draco blinked. Just as he was having a very nice fantasy of Harry and him together, he saw that Moaning Myrtle was staring at him intently. He figured that she was trying to think what was on his mind but was having a very hard time. He decided to smile, which shocked both Myrtle and Sir Nick. It was the first genuine smile he had shown purposely for no reason. Harry was having an immense influence on Draco's life, Sir Nick assumed. He could evidently see that he, Draco, couldn't leave without Harry just as Harry couldn't leave without him.

Sir Nick smiled in return. "Shall we take this somewhere more suitable?"

Draco nodded as he floated behind Sir Nick. It was really late at night and Draco was already worrying about Harry. He wanted to make sure he's alright after the incident that happened with Snape. Sir Nick really knows about every corridor, Draco quietly noticed and noted to himself. The older man didn't even stop to think which way is which. Myrtle, of course, wasn't surprised. Sir Nick had been here longer than she had and she, in her years of staying there at Hogwarts, had already learned a lot of secret passages. She wasn't at all surprised that Sir Nick knew where he was going.

They stopped infront of library. They entered without hesitation and settled somewhere they couldn't hide their faces from each other. It was very still for the next couple of minutes and Myrtle was getting a little fidgety on her seat.

Sir Nick was the first one to speak, "You want to live for a Potter?" Sir Nick didn't intend it to be such a harsh question but from the expression the Draco had, he frowned at his own statement. "I am sorry for that, Sir Malfoy…"

"Draco." He again reminded the nearly headless ghost.

"Forgive me. Sir Draco…"

Draco shook his head. "I have been hearing that statement ever since I got here," Myrtle flushed with embarrassment that only Sir Nick could see, "but don't' worry. I understand that everyone will doubt that I, a Malfoy, will truly give up my life to 'a Potter' as you put it. Although I would like it if you call him in the way he wants to be called."

Myrtle blinked, "Way he wants to be called?"

"Harry."

"Oh."

Sir Nick realized that he had been smiling a lot that very same night, even to a Malfoy. Strange for him that he couldn't resist the urge to smile again after Draco said what he just did. Myrtle was in the same position as Sir Nick but instead she had been blushing all night long. Draco, the other hand, was having a good night. Aside from the ghost that they just encountered a while back, he seemed in high spirits.

"You are given a second chance?"

Draco nodded. He opened his mouth to state something but Sir Nick's hand gesture stopped him before he even got a word out of his mouth, "I saw you in the infirmary with Harry."

Draco's first reaction was a surprise to Nick but a little more to Myrtle. His eyes were wide open since the first fact that came out of his head was when he embraced Harry. He flushed a little.

Sir Nick seemed a little confused at Draco's expression. "What ever I said was in a literary basis, Sir Draco." Draco titled his head a little, puzzled. "Which means, I really don't know why you flushed at the statement I just said." Draco nodded and confirmed that the 'you' that Sir Nick had been talking about was his body.

"In reality, Harry has not been feeling well for the passed weeks," Moaning Myrtle stated in a very sad tone which made Draco turn to her. "Ron had been in a bad mood and Hermione had been trying to calm him down as well as trying to comfort Harry." She shook her head. "No luck, what so ever."

"I tried to talk to Harry last night," Sir Nick said with a serious face, arms crossed. "He said that he really feels terrible. He usually spends his time in the dormitories. They say he's been crying."

"Professor Dumbledore assigned Prof Snape to watch over him."

"Snape?" That was probably the reason that Snape was in the infirmary that night, he reasoned with himself.

Myrtle nodded. "It seemed strange but rumor has it that he volunteered himself." Draco let that thought slip away. Volunteered himself?

Sir Nick cleared his voice as both Draco and Moaning Myrtle turned to face him. "Since now that we know what the reason of Sir Harry's depression, we both know that we cannot let his pass." He was talking to Myrtle, using the word 'we'. "What exactly can we do to help you, Master Draco?"

Draco inhaled a gust of air that passed him. He felt that something was stuck up his throat as he tried as hard as he could to remove it before he began to speak. "I must let the one I saved kiss me on the third full moon on the twelfth stroke of midnight." Draco still felt that blockage in his throat but continued, "I must let Harry kiss me by then…"

"That seems easy enough." Moaning Myrtle said and Sir Nick agreed. He saw the eyes of Draco and saw something in them that made him chuckle. Both Myrtle and Draco looked at him like he had lost his mind but waited for him to speak.

"I see that Master Draco wants to see Sir Harry Potter." He stated amusingly as Myrtle turned to Draco's red face. Draco nodded, a little embarrassed. He knew that liking Harry will have result to his disadvantages. He was now very predictable. He smiled knowing the fact that he didn't really care.

He followed Sir Nick Myrtle back to infirmary. Nick directed him to the room where he was in and he saw that, even though in a few hours it would be morning already, Harry was still there sleeping. His breathing was even and his hand was clutching his, Draco's solid hand, tightly.

Myrtle pushed him a little to persuade him to go near Harry. He did and watched Harry sleep as he floated himself over him, completely lost in his thoughts while staring at the sleeping boy. Sir Nick tugged Myrtle out of the room and walked out in the hallway.

"Do you think that they'll be together again," Myrtle asked.

Sir Nick just smiled and stared out of the window looking at the moon slightly covered by the trees waiting for Draco to go out and discuss their problem. But at that time, he waited patiently for a boy with his heart for another was near yet so far from each other at the same time…

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to be continued…