Draco Malfoy. A name Harry hadn’t heard in years. Harry had to remind himself of that, the fateful day of the war. To Harry, Malfoy was just another person gone by. The sounds of the waves from a far, beg him to sleep. The garden of dreams lulls and sings Harry to a stop. Pondering him into his home, he at first thought it though he just woke up, but upon closer inspection, nobody else saw him,bhe waved at his neighbor but no reply. His door locked. A few minutes later, or so Harry guessed, he wasn’t paying much attention to the clock, perched on his wall. A tall, slim, blonde and bold figure joined him. “Malfoy?” an almost annoyed voice called out. “Hello, Pottah” the man answered back. Snarky tone as always. “What the fuck are you doing here?! What even is this, I thought I was dead.” Harry understood now who the man was. Gray eyes stared back at him, blankly, almost as if disgusted. “Merlin, I would rather go back to being a spirit.” To Malfoy, he had never been happier to see anyone, even if it was just Potter but he couldn’t let him know that. To be frank, being dead wasn’t all that great. “I want to wake up. Or die. Maybe both.” Potter answered. He felt almost angry that the gods would waste his time with this. “Well both of those are out of the question for me.” Malfoy answered. “What do we do? We don’t have wands, so we can’t just spell our way out of this.” Potter questioned. “I don’t know and don’t care, I just want to get out and go back to floating around, anything beats being with you.”