There was a loud crash from Millie's room, formerly the bottle room.

"DRACO!"

Draco ran, skidding into the doorway. He didn't know why. She was already dead. What else could happen to her?

"Look! I broke it! I made it fly and I broke it!"

There was a broken bottle on the floor.

"That's um, excellent, Millicent," Draco said, intent on calling Tindy to clean it up.

"YOU don't understand. I've been practicing for MONTHS. I can move stuff now. It's different than trying to pick it up with a physical body, more difficult. I, like, focus my energy at it or something, but I can do it now!"

There was a rush of wind that blew Draco's hair a bit.

"Are you twirling?"

"No."

Her voice sounded off, defensive.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "You know, Mill, I might not be able to see your face, but I know when you are lying still. You were sodding twirling."

"So what if I was?"

"First you're picking flowers... for GINNY. Now twirling? What in the hell, Millicent? What's happened to you?"

"It's called dying, arse-face. It changes a spirit."

Draco didn't know what to say to that. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right, mate. I don't mind so much. I just wish you could see me. I can see you, and everyone. I wish at least Ginny could hear me, so I could talk to someone besides you. You've been so busy with the school lately. It's lonely like this. At least I have figured out how to communicate with your house-elf. That makes things a little less lonely. She keeps asking me what flowers I like so she can plant them in the garden come the spring. I don't know."

Suddenly Draco felt bad. In fact, he felt just awful. "Millicent... about that night... that last night-"

"Oh shut up! If you dare apologize for taking a stand to your father, I will take up rattling chains. You were right, Draco. None of us should have been there."

"I just.... I should have..."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Malfoy. Will you just put on your big boy pants and stop wibbling. You were the only one who was there for me. I refuse to let you feel bad about this. You claimed my ashes. You took me to China. I was in Romania. I got to travel with a band of gypsies. I was in Berlin, France, and Brazil. Everywhere you were, I was. Everything you experienced, I experienced. It's not too bad for a girl who was ended by Aurors."

Draco got a look of horror on his face.

"Okay, well, not everything you experienced I experienced. Keep your shirt on about it. You know, I thought I could watch you having sex, but I just can't. Sorry. I might be see-through, but you are one pasty chap, sirrah. It's a good thing I'm dead, otherwise I'd be blind."

Draco ignored that. "Why did you stay with me?"

"Because you stayed with me. Like I said, you claimed the ashes."

"Can you go anywhere or..." Draco wasn't certain what he wanted to ask with this.

"I can go where my ashes are, where any of them have been scattered, and wherever you are."

Draco raised a brow. "Why me?"

"You breathed me in."

"Beg pardon?"

"You threw bits of me in the air several times. You happened to breath me in a few times."

Draco was completely horrified. "Oh disgusting."

"I love you too."

"No, seriously, Millicent. I breathed in dead body? Oh that's so... disturbing. I think I need therapy now."

Millicent snorted. "Now? Hate to break this to you, Drake, but you've needed some therapy since we were kids."

"I have to go... think about all of this."

"You do what you like. I'm going to be practicing."

Draco waved a hand and walked back towards his study, deep in thought. He had parts of Millicent Bulstrode within him. He was not sure how to feel about that.

Mostly he felt icky and like he wanted to blow his nose. He'd breathed her in. Blech. What if this was all in his mind? What if his near-death experience at the hands of Montague and his goons had driven Draco around the bend?

Well, then it's one hell of a halucination I have going on.

{SUMMARY} Millicent is getting better at moving things. She and Draco have a chat about spirit and ghostly things.