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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Harry fell down in the garden, and didn't bother to get up. A now-familiar weight rested on his back, and he closed his eyes.

"Potter, I'm sorry…" Draco murmured, burying his face in his other half's neck. "I couldn't stop. I just meant to ... I don't know but …" his voice shook. Beneath him, Harry didn't move. "I want…" he stopped himself. "If you bring me back to myself, you'll be rid of me." He didn't want to be gotten rid of. He wanted to stay like this, it was the only way to stay with his mate. Too bad that was the last thing his mate wanted.

"How?"

"I… don't know. There's a ghost there that told me what to do so far, but now I'm at a complete loss. Potter, I need your help." Draco got off of Harry's back.

Harry rolled onto his back, and gazed at the spirit that haunted him for a night and the morning. "I'll help you, if it's at all possible," Harry said quietly. The small smile on Malfoy's lips so used to smirking, was a strange sight. Actually, slightly scary. "Er. But, Malfoy, would you please not smile. Please?"

Draco's smile grew even more 'scary'. He said, with frightening cheer, "Only if you beg."

"What?"

Draco knelt in front of Harry, and pulled him up -by his shirt- into the same position. "Beg, Potter." The smile lingered on his lips, unnerving Harry. "C'mon."

"Wait," Hermione called, hurrying towards them. The Weasley's and Miss Delacour followed close behind.

Harry heard Draco hiss this time, baring his teeth and his glaring gray eyes promising pain to any that ventured closer.

"It is him," Ron choked. Apparently they could all see Draco now. Ron, for one, was staring with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. He hated Draco, but Veela mates…

Draco decided that none of them mattered. He pulled Harry into a kiss, and was pleasantly surprised when the other's lips parted for him. He moaned into his mate's open mouth, before snogging him senseless. After plundering his mouth, the blond boy pulled back. He smirked to see Potter's eyes closed, his lips parted slightly, his cheeks flushed. "And imagine what it'd be like if I was really here," he whispered.

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Two boys on a broomstick, flying above the clouds, the air chill so high. Two boys, though only one visible. They were nearing the Manor. "I've been through this before," Draco complained. "There won't be a problem getting through the defenses. I'm here."

"You aren't, physically," Harry said doubtfully. "I don't think this counts. How do I get them to let me in? Knock on the front gates?"

"That might work," Draco sighed. "Although you'll have to convince them that you're the one that must wake me, and that the Dark Lord must not be called."

"Yes, one insignificant problem," Harry replied sarcastically, landing the broom. It would be on foot from here. He was surprised that there weren't Deatheaters about.

"Father is keeping them at bay, and the Dark Lord cares not since I'm supposedly dead and Mother has been driven mad by grief. At least, that's how she would act. Even if I was dead, she'd be glad I was safe from him."

They paused at the gates. A ghost waited on the other side. Seeing them, it nodded, and the gates swung open. They entered, and Harry tried ignore the feeling that he was walking into a trap. It was difficult not to, the sound the gates made as they closed behind him was so final.

"Harry, hurry. I probably haven't got much time. My body might not take me back. I can't remember how much time I've got left." Draco was panicking.

"Hush, boy, you've probably got a month," the ghost said reassuringly.

"Probably!" Draco yelled, and grabbed Harry's hand. To Harry's shock, he took flight, going straight up, before steering towards his bedroom window. It was so fast, in moments they were crashing through glass. Actually, Draco passed through and Harry crashed. He landed on the floor, bleeding all over. Draco barely noticed, and tried to climb back into his body. It did not work. "Damn!"

"You're forgetting something," the ghost murmured from the broken window.

"Shut up!" Draco scratched at his inert body. Harry had to stop him, and the shaking spirit of the blond wizard started to sob. He didn't want to die. He was so close.

"You must hurry, someone would have heard that crash," the ghost sighed, unheard.

"What do I do? Potter!" he slumped against his other half, feeling defeated.

"Yes, Potter," the ghost repeated. He gave the pair an odd look. "Do you want to hear how to complete the bond or what?"

"What? What bond?" Draco asked, lost.

"The Veela bond," the ghost said, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. "You know about the Veela blood in your father's veins…? No? Interesting. Ah, well, nothing to about it now. You've found your mate, and you must complete the bond to be complete." He sighed. "Not like it was in the old days. Wizards used to be proud to have magical blood, but now?"

"How do we complete the bond?" Harry asked in a small voice.

"Must I explain to you as well, Potter?" the wizard-ghost sounded amused again. "When two wizards love each other very much-"

"Ack!" Harry buried his face in his hands. "I get it, I get it!" He did not want some elderly Malfoy ghost lecturing him about sex.

"Sorry Potter, looks like you'll have to take me," Malfoy said, not looking sorry at all. In fact, he looked rather triumphant. He tilted his head at the ghost. "Get out. Please. Now."

The ghost pouted for a moment, then drifted away from the window to seek amusement elsewhere. Hopefully.

Harry looked from Draco's inert body, to his spirit body. He was blushing brilliantly.

"I know doing it with a guy is different than with a girl, but… please tell me that you know how," Draco began, profoundly embarrassed despite his excitement about what he now knew what was happening.

"Er. Of course. Kinda," Harry mumbled. He began crawling onto the bed. Halfway to the unconscious boy, he was pounced on.

"Well, it's kinda like this," Draco murmured in Harry's ear as he began to tear the clothes off his mate. Neither was aware of the strange sight it made, clothes being torn off a boy by invisible hands. Neither was aware that Draco's parents had run into the room. The crash had been exceedingly loud, and had echoed through the empty Manor.

"Aah," Harry said, as he noticed the two blonds watching. It wasn't a scream, it was more like the build up to one.

Draco glanced at them, and stopped attacking Harry instantly. "Damn." He made himself visible to his parents. "Hello Mum. Da." He was sitting cross legged in midair.

"Draco!" the beautiful woman that was his mother seemed to have aged in the short time he was gone. Both of his parents did. She was about to fling her arms about his neck, when he tumbled backwards and landed abruptly in Harry's lap. That drew his parents attention back to the half naked boy on their son's bed.

He blushed. "Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy…" his eyes were wide. It was as if he wasn't sure whether to be terrified or just terribly embarrassed.

"Potter," Draco drawled to the boy sitting next to and beneath him. "Embarrassed and bare assed are very close to one another, and you are very close to one or the other." That said, he began giggling hysterically. He was in an unusual mood.

"Draco…" Lucius glanced from the spirit to the body. "Can't you… reattach yourself somehow?"

"Oh, yes father," Draco giggled. "But not in front of you and Mum. Potter must do the honors for me, you understand, and he's very shy. I'm not sure we'd manage if we had an audience."

"Draco!" Narcissa gasped, and then began laughing quietly. She finally understood one of the passages in the book, now. "Oh, my."

"Let's give these boys some privacy, dear," Mr. Malfoy told his wife, a small smile that was playing with his lips betraying his emotions.

Mrs. Malfoy stood up, straight. "You're quite right, love. Have fun, boys." She winked and walked right out of the room, followed by her husband.

"That's scary, that is," Harry muttered under his breath.

"Yes, they are, aren't they?" Draco smiled proudly.

"I was talking abut you, too."

Draco pretended a look of hurt. He was startled by a hug.

"I was just joking," Potter said into his hair.

Draco smiled. "So was I." He was abruptly released. About to complain, he saw that Harry was taking his clothes off. That was all right then. He smiled, and watched with a small smile. The smile grew, when he saw that Harry was somewhat self-conscious about his knobby knees. "Take it all off," he said, in a mock-wild cry.

Harry just gave him a startled look, blushing, so he fell quiet again.

It felt odd, watching his body being slowly stripped. He couldn't feel a damned thing. It was not fair. Nothing was in his body to feel Potter touch him! Still, he was practically drooling, watching. I'm not a perverted observer, Draco told himself firmly. That's my body he's going to … hey, it doesn't look dead anymore. Good, I don't think Harry was very interested in doing a cadaver. Even one as handsome as mine.

"Draco," Harry looked back at him… to see him looking left out. Strange, since it was his body. But understandable. He hung his head. "I can't do it."

"What do you mean?" Draco demanded. Was it because he was watching? There was no way he was going to NOT watch. It was his body!

"It's not alive." His lip actually quivered.

Argh. Dammit, Potter, you're not allowed to be cute! "It's not dead, you know," Draco tried to reassure him.

"But you're not there," Harry said plaintively. He blinked, at the strange expression on the blonde's face.

"Exactly!" he rounded on the now - naked boy. "And I never will be if you don't." He crawled on top of him, stopping here and there to place a kiss, or to give a little lick. "C'mon, Potter." He didn't have to strip… his clothes simply vanished. Being a spirit was fun, sometimes.

Harry's gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan. Draco in turn, was surprised, as Harry flipped him onto his back. Seemed the green-eyed wizard knew what to do all along… or perhaps it was just instinct that moved him in a way that made the blond writhe? Oh, yes, this was fun.

"Potter," he breathed into his mate's neck, "I want you inside me." Harry attempted to obey, but it didn't quite work the way he'd planned. Laying on top of Draco, he hadn't known what was under his lover. He immediately noticed the difference between the warm, glowing, living Draco, and what he had entered. Yet he couldn't stop. His body was moving now of its own accord, and the sensations were almost enough to drive him mad. "Draco." He managed to breathe the name, though it was barely audible, and collapsed.