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: what are they going to do now? Did I just see Oliver Wood getting upset because… (hint, hint)  Oh, yea. You might think that I'm a bit in the humor side in this chapter coz… I just finished writing a chapter in my romance/humor fic, 'Tonic Mistake'

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When Fallen Dragons Rise…

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A problem is solved but another occurs

Now what the outcome is, is only blurs

But the real question that will final

Is: will he really help his very foe and rival?

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"Malfoy?" Myrtle blinked. "Did you say Malfoy?"

Neville was in the state of shock and everyone in that area saw that. Sir Nick squinted his eyes. He knew what was going to happen. This was Neville after all. After a few minutes of total stillness, Neville began to back away. Myrtle was going to stop him but he broke into a clumsy run before she could even open her mouth.

He burst out the door that made others look at him while some teachers, who were in the room, shook their heads. It was Neville again, they  figured. They thought they must have seen some kind of escaped lizard from Hagrid's cages.

Neville ran out and was blinded by fright that he didn't even see the person who was infront of him. That was until he bumped into that person which sent him flying down the concrete floor. The other, who was clearly taller and stronger than him seemed just to back from the shock that the collision had made.

"Hey, Neville. Are you all right?" A familiar voice rang in his ears.

"D…Dr…Draco…" He gasped the word out of his tired mouth.

"What?" The voice seemed to have tightened his voice a little.

Neville looked up as he saw a hand stretched out to help him. He looked at the person who was trying to lend a hand and he found out that he was right. The voice did sound very familiar to him. It was Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Next to Ron and Hermione, he could say that Oliver was probably one of those people Harry could turn and talk to.

"What did you say Neville?" Oliver said after pulling the stoutly little boy to his feet. Neville could've sworn that Oliver was scowling. But… No… That isn't like Wood.

"Draco…" He started only to be stopped by Oliver.

"No. Don't say that name ever again." Neville had been right again. Oliver had been scowling awhile back. "It's his fault that Harry was almost killed. Look at him now. He's waiting for a love that's never going to return. It's all Draco's fault that he promised something that he couldn't keep."

"B-but…" However, Oliver walked on ahead. He seemed to be in a bad mood after their little talk. Neville didn't want to take any chance of getting him angrier than he already is.

"Everyone's mad at me, huh?" Neville's body froze again. It will take sometime before he gets use to having Draco's voice that he can only hear. He turned slowly and saw that Draco was still with Sir Nick and Myrtle. He wondered silently why he was with Gryffindor ghosts.

"Neville," Sir Nick started, "it's okay. Draco here is trying to get back to Harry." Neville still could believe his eyes and ears.

"Neville please understand." This time it was Myrtle. "Draco isn't here to haunt this school. He's here to prove his love for Harry, but--------"

"But I need your help." Draco stepped forward and that caused Neville to back away. But Draco still continued to talk, "We need your help Neville. You are the only one who is able to see me. And what we need right now is someone human with flesh and blood."

"Wh-wh-what are y-you going t-to do with m-my f-flesh a-and b-b-blood?" Neville's brain wasn't really working well and they could see that. They were actually amazed that he didn't faint yet.

"Neville," Sir Nick tried to make his voice reassuring, "We are not going to get your body. We just need your help."

"…Need my help?"

"Yes, Neville."

Draco whispered to Myrtle, "I really wonder how Neville got into Gryffindor." She hushed him and again turned to Neville.

They waited for him to answer and calm down a little. They heard him take a breath and braced themselves for the answer. "Am I really the only one who can really see Malfoy?"

"Call me Draco." The gray-eyed Slytherin stated.

"Uhhh… Draco," Neville repeated.

"Looks like it," Myrtle said answering Neville's question as she turned her head left and right to the passing students, just in case they were able to see the famous Slytherin. "Yes, you're the only one."

"Why me?"

"We don't know, Neville." Sir Nick tried to explain but he, too, doesn't know. "We just know that we have to help him return to his normal human state."

"Yes, or I might haunt you forever, Longbottom…"

"Draco!" Sir Nick snapped. "He was only teasing  Neville. So what do you say, Neville?"

"Are you going to help us?"

Before Neville could answer, two other students bumped into him and stared. They seemed to be staring right at Draco. Neville began feeling nervous.

"Malfoy!" Both students said at the same time. This caused Neville to jump a little.

Draco's mouth hung open. Myrtle gasped and Sir Nick's eyes bulged. Were there two more students who could see Draco? They have to know.

"Seamus, Dean," Neville started nervously. "You can s-see Malfoy?"

They looked at Neville with the weirdest look on their faces. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and proceeded to answer the other boy's question. "Yes, Neville. We could see him."

"We're not blind you know" Seamus agreed.

"B-but Malfoy is…" They shook their heads. They turned Neville to the direction where they were looking before then stared and pointed at Draco. Neville's eyes widened. They weren't looking at Draco… They were looking through  Draco. He adjusted his eyes to wherever or whoever they were pointing at. He gasped.

Lucius Malfoy.

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to be continued…