Disclaimer - I don't own this bit of fun I wrote, sadly, because I did not create the characters or the world of HP. Slash warning. AU of course. Takes place instead of the sixth onward just because. Enjoy the random luff of doom. Can't believe the series is over, ah well, I enjoyed it while it lasted.

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I will not die, I'll wait here for you…

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"Find Potter, find Potter," Malfoy snarled as he drifted through the clouds. "Does anyone realize how difficult that is?" Other than Voldemort, that was, who knew precisely how impossible a task that was.

Much of his time was up, already. He'd lost track of the day, the month even, so he was getting worried. He didn't feel panicky quite yet but it was close. "Where do I go?" he asked of the wind. It didn't answer, never did. Ah. Might as well check the Weasley's again. He hadn't been there the first two times, though. Third time's the charm.

Draco could feel the difference in the house, and realized Harry was in it. It was neater - they apparently tidied up for guests - and there were many wards around the property. He drifted through them easily, and gazed at the place his rival was currently calling home.

The Burrow. A strange place. He was slightly amazed, he refused to admit, as he had never seen building quite like it. Perhaps it might collapse before he met Potter.

No such luck.

Burned into his retina, was the image of Harry-bloody-Potter being chattered at by Ginny Weasley in the gardens. A few gnomes were watching, sniggering, from a few uneven bushes.

Oh fury.

Draco drifted down, and sat in her. A moment later, she screamed and fled. Oooh that must've been cold, Draco giggled. Wait, he didn't giggle, he sniggered. Like the gnomes? Of course not! Where did you ever get the idea that a Malfoy and a couple of gnomes could be alike in any way whatsoever?

"What…" Harry was looking though him - no at him "Malfoy?" He had looked upset that the Weasley girl had fled from him, but now there was annoyance - he must've realized that Draco had done that to the red-head on purpose - and something else. "You're dead?" Draco was shocked to see that Harry Potter didn't look happy about that.

"Just about," Draco shrugged.

"And you've decided to haunt me," Harry rolled his eyes. "You're such a pest."

"I am not a bug!"

Harry burst out laughing, and said, grinning at the indignant spirit, "I meant you're a nuisance."

Draco sulked. Here he was, on a quest to save his life, and Potter was laughing at him. "I didn't want to haunt you," he complained. "I wasn't really given a choice."

"Oh?" the laughter subsided, and the green-eyed wizard waited. Expecting an explanation.

Draco refused to tell him, that he was his other half and he had to find him and bring him home to become whole again. He'd just haunt Potter, drive him nutters… however those annoying green eyes bothered him. "I'm not exactly dead," he confessed, as if it were the worst of sins.

"Not exactly?"

"I'm just mostly dead."

"Mostly dead?"

"Stop repeating everything I say!"

"Ah. Alright."

"My body is - kind of - alive back at the Manor. Though it seems dead."

"Er…"

"My Mother decided to pretend to kill me once she'd heard that I would join the ranks of Deatheaters," the blond sighed. "At least Father's at home, so the Dark Lord probably won't kill her for it. I think she's a little mad."

"You were going to join the Deatheaters," Potter said flatly. He didn't bat an eyelash at the statement that Lucius Malfoy had somehow escaped Azkaban.

"Yes. He was going to kill her," Draco replied emotionlessly. He was glad he could pull it off. There was no need to explain who 'He' or 'Her' were.

"I see," Harry mumbled. And he did. If he'd had a chance to save his parents… he still couldn't have joined the Deatheaters… could he? It would be tempting if it would've worked. You only ever had two parents. Of course, a one year old did not have a choice.

"Harry," Fred sat down on one side of Harry.

"Have you gone mad?" George sat on the other side. Draco moved aside just in time.

"Not quite," Harry replied cheerily.

The twins smiled at his good humor, but then, more seriously, Fred asked "Who were you just talking to? There are enough wards here to block-"

"A ghost?" Harry asked.

"Well," George looked at his brother, who shrugged.

"That's a good question."

"You were talking to a ghost?"

"Of who?"

It was like Harry was being bombarded, Draco thought, drifting above them.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry replied. Spooky-like.

"Haha." It wasn't laughter, it was flat out spoken. The twins weren't amused.

"Show yourself," Harry muttered.

Draco made a face. He could only appear to Harry … but that was only until he found Harry? He wasn't sure how to 'appear', but he forced himself to want George and Fred Weasley to see him. Their gaping expressions were amusing enough to make up for showing himself. "I'm not dead," he muttered.

"Sure you aren't." It was probably George. Maybe?

"Don't worry, Harry, we won't say a thing." Possibly Fred.

"What?" Harry blinked at them.

"You have the living spirit of Draco Malfoy under our roof. Probably everyone would be terribly upset if they found out. Ginny would." There was an amused glance between the boys. "She's kind of a jealous girl, sometimes. You being haunted, constantly, would also put a damper on things."

Harry choked. They knew he liked Ginny? How? He'd barely realized that! Wait, constantly? The blond boy wouldn't…

"So there is a bright side to me being stuck with you," Draco murmured. He blinked when the twins laughed. At what he said? Was it funny? He frowned at them.

Harry grumbled something under his breath.

"Time for dinner, Harry," one of the twins said abruptly, heading back to the Burrow. Harry got up, to follow them, but hesitated and glanced at Draco.

"I'll wait… which room?" Draco asked.

"The orange one up top," Harry said. Someone was calling him and he ran inside. Draco watched for a moment, then drifted to the top. Through the roof. In the attic was a ghoul. Aah. He drifted down through another floor, and thought he had landed in a furnace for a moment. Then he sighed. It was the room, so very orange. And what a lame team. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and dozed off a foot or so above the bed.

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"I'm supposed to meet Hermione in the garden," Ron told Harry in a hushed voice. Afraid someone would hear about his little rendezvous to break it up. "I'll be a little late."

Harry nodded, exhausted. After dinner, they'd played some chess, and he lost spectacularly. Phlegm -er, Fleur- had been most amused.

He might've done alright if it hadn't been Ron he'd been playing against. And half of his pieces had switched sides somehow before the end. That couldn't have been right…

Then the twins dragged him off to explain some thing they'd invented, and wanted to test.

He had barely escaped.

He slumped into the room, and fell into the bed, before remembering. But he was so tired, he couldn't even open his eyes. "G'night," he muttered, barely audible.

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Draco woke up from his doze as someone stumbled into the room. He smirked when he realized that it was Potter, but the dark haired boy just collapsed in the bed.

The blond barely heard the 'G'night' that came from an apparently sleeping form.

He'd noticed something. He couldn't touch anyone, he went right through them. But… he touched the side of his other half's face. He lowered himself onto the boy.

He couldn't rest in the bed, unfortunately, but sleeping in the air wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. Attempt to turn over and you might end up spinning… but his new 'bed' was solid if thin.

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Harry woke, as Ron got up in the morning.

"Hey, 'Morning Harry," Ron said cheerily when he saw his friend was awake. "Mum is almost done with breakfast." The scent of food made both boys' stomachs growl.

Harry smiled, and tried to get up but there was an odd weight holding him down. He glanced, expecting to see himself tangled in the blankets maybe. He wasn't prepared for the sight of Malfoy laying there as comfy as could be. Er. He glanced at Ron. "I'll be down in a bit," he mumbled.

Ron nodded, and left, closing the door.

"Get up, get off," Harry hissed at Draco.

Draco woke up slowly, and felt something warm and soft and hard underneath him. He snuggled closer, simply because it felt so good to do so. "Mmmm."

"Wake up," Harry insisted, cheeks almost scarlet. He couldn't get out from under the spirit, couldn't detach him… and he had to get up. Er, actually, that was his problem… he was getting up. Though that exact phrase sounded odd for some reason.

The blonde opened a gray eye, and -taking a deep breath- opened the other one. He gazed sleepily at his bed. Which was looking at him. Huh? He blinked rapidly, trying to wake up the rest of the way. Memories flooded him. He was 'dead,' Potter was his other half, he nearly failed to find him in time, he saw him with Ginny, he fell asleep on him. And he became aware, slowly and pleasantly, of the heat growing beneath him.

"Malfoy!"

Draco smiled, and dragged one nail along the other wizards arm. As he did so, a scratch formed. Interesting. Very… interesting.

"Ow! What was that for?" Harry demanded.

"Mmm? Sorry. Was just checking something out," Draco murmured into the folds of Potter's pajamas.

Had he just said sorry? Harry was confused. And hot.

"I didn't tell you everything about my… predicament," Draco began.

"That has to wait," Harry cut him off firmly. "I must- bathroom."

The blond spirit sighed and rolled off of him. Watching him go… then, with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes, following. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Where was the bloody bathroom? He slipped into the bathroom, just as Harry finished. Draco smirked, and wrapped his arms around the other boy from behind.

"Eeek!"

"Eeek? What am I, a mouse?" Draco asked indignantly, buttoning Harry's pants back up reluctantly. However solid he felt, he didn't exactly have a body… he suddenly had an image of himself, teasing Harry in every way possible, surrounded by people, unseen.

"Y-you startled me," the other wizard managed. He was breathing too fast, and felt caught. He glared at the spirit suddenly, via mirror, as he walked to the sink, "Get out, I can't believe you followed me in here."

"Harry, you okay in there?" Ron's voice outside.

"Ah. Y-yes," Harry stuttered.

"As cute as that stutter is, Potter, cut it out. It's not like you," Draco said without thinking. He knew that the twins would know, but everyone else… they were going to get suspicious. How fun.

"Cute," Harry mumbled. He was much quieter now, so his friends wouldn't think he was talking to himself again. The green eyes met the gray ones in the mirror and the boy started to laugh, oh so quietly. "I have a monkey on my back."

"What?!" Draco released his other half at once. "A monkey, did you call me? I'll get you for that!" He scowled when the other's only reaction was giggles. "I… I won't tell you what's going on!" The giggles subsided, and Potter gazed at him silently. It was unnerving. He stuck his tongue out.

"Tell me?" Harry asked quietly, and it took but moments for him to get Draco to spill about everything.

In the end, he was looking at his other half with concern. He was going to make him go away… maybe not now, but as soon as he got bored or fed up.

"I can't take you back yet," Harry whispered softly, so unexpectedly that Draco turned to him with his mouth wide open. "I've rushed into things before… and they…" he blinked rapidly for some reason "… did not turn out well."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, confused. "For the past five years you've been fighting against Vol- You-Know-Who's return, and -"

"And people have died because of it," Harry finished. "Not me, I managed to survive, but Cedric… and Sirius…" his face crumpled at the mention of his Godfather. Such a short time ago.

"Sirius. You can't mean… Black?" Draco asked quietly.

Harry nodded numbly, and left the room. Draco followed, drifting after him at a much slower pace. He floated behind Harry at the table, and smiled when George winked at him.

"Dust in my eye," he muttered to Ron when his brother looked at him oddly.

"'Arry! G'mornin.'" The female half of the room winced slightly as something pale and pretty flounced into the room. Draco hissed at her, and was startled to see Fred snort into his breakfast, and George chuckle. Perhaps he shouldn't be so obvious.

"Hey Fleur," Harry said to his toast, unaffected completely for once.

Draco's eyes widened when Fleur's eyes met his. She frowned, and glanced at Harry, back up at him, and bit her lip.

Draco scowled, to put an end to whatever she was wondering, and grabbed Harry out of his seat. To everyone not aware of the Malfoy lurking in residence, it appeared that Harry's chair flung him off. Eyes on the Veela girl, he wrapped his arms tightly around Harry and started kissing his neck, his face, his eyes, his lips… he couldn't stop what he started. After a few moments, he was in delirium.

Fleur blushed and sat down. It seemed almost familiar, like a story she'd heard over and over again… she had never really believed it possible. Until now.

"Harry?" Ron began, his voice concerned. His friend had an odd look on his face when he'd been thrown from his chair. After struggling a moment, Harry ran out of the kitchen, out of the Burrow. "What was that?"

"A Veela just chose Harry for his mate," Fleur replied, sounding extremely surprised. It was rare, for Veela mixed with Wizard blood usually ended that compulsion. Except in stories, where spells or potions allowed that compulsion to return, to lead the young to their life mates. Unfortunately it usually did not last long enough to find the mate unless they already knew who it was… the boy had been lucky.

"Hhnh?" Ginny made an odd noise, she might've choked. "What? But… how? I didn't see a Veela - other than you!"

"I saw him," Fred and George said at the same time, and grinned. "And we're not telling who, either. We said we wouldn't." The snickered when their family - and Hermione - bombarded them with questions.

"We said we wouldn't say a thing," George whispered to his brother. "And so we won't say 'a thing,'" Fred replied with a grin.

"It was Draco Malfoy!" they proclaimed, only to be pelted with a turnip out of nowhere. There were no turnips at the table, so it must've come from nowhere, even though it was against the laws of magic for food to come from nowhere…

"Eet was," Fleur said after a few moments, confirming what everyone thought was the twin's joke to being reality.

"Merlin's pants," Ron muttered. "Poor Harry. Stuck with the Ferret."

"What are you going on about, Ron?" Hermione asked, a dreamy look on her face. Well, she knew about Malfoy being an annoying git, but everything she'd read about Veela and their mates was just… fantastic. To find a soul mate. She sighed.