Floating (Drarry)

Divination

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It was early on a Monday morning and Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson where stood at the bottom of the north tower, there breaths clouding in the the freezing air. It was only the middle of October but already the days were short and there was promises of snow. The third years now seemingly settled in had started new lessons atop their core subjects. Divination among these.

Draco was rather daunted by the hundreds of winding steps that led to the classroom. Although they'd been back awhile the blonde's eating habits and the nearly two months of abuse he'd faced over summer had left the boy unhealthily weak and with an annoying limp. 

"Well aren't you going to go up then?" Hermione asked. The golden trio now stood next to the three slytherin's wondering If they were aware the lesson had started five minutes ago. 

"I.... uhm..... you see...well..... basically," Draco was lost for words. The three Gryfindoor's were about to see him at his weakest and he couldn't think of anyway he could weasel himself out of it this time. 

"Draco Malfoy, Just the boy I was looking for," Lupin saunter over his expression soft, lips upturned in a cheery smile and his hair and robes disheveled. He was rather shabby looking but Draco didn't mind for the Professor was kind and a welcome relief from the man he called his father.

"Harry, please tell trawlawney Draco is feeling ill but is very excited for his next divination lesson," professor Lupin had pulled the blonde boy around the corner before anyone could reply. 

"Forgive me for objecting sir but I don't feel ill," he explained rather confused. The professor fell silent for a few seconds as he considered his answer whilst they climbed a small flight of stairs, Draco relying heavily on the handrail.

"It's Just murtle said she's seen you throwing up a number of times," . 

The slytherin stopped dead in his tracks, his cheeks went alarmingly red and he could almost feel the sweat collecting around his neckline. His heart was in his throat and he couldn't stop the tremble that shook his body.

"No," he whispered, "you must be mistaken,it would be a terrible shame to miss divination I think I'll be on my way now sir," his voice was unusually steady and as he wobbled along the corridor nothing felt quite real. He was sure if he ran right through the window he wouldn't fall to his death instead he would fly. But Draco was not stupid and he kept his head down, feet moving back towards the tower.

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As Draco entered the classroom almost thirty minutes late he was slightly surprised. The room looked more like an old fashioned tea room with quaint round tables and mugs of tea next to each student.

"Ah Draco, I'm glad your feeling better," trawlawney gushed running over to welcome him. Surprised, Malfoy took a step back, the witch was rather thin with big glasses and a spangled shaul. Not a person Draco was accustomed to associating with. He took a seat next to a gryfindoor who shifted uncomfortably but gave him a polite smile nonetheless. Draco sent a weak grin back which surprised the both of them.

"Catch Draco up, would you dear," Trawlawney asked as she glided away to the other side of the room. 

"Fill your teacup up, drink it leaving only the dregs, drain it and then figure out what the leaves say," the gryfindoor shrugged. Draco lifted the teapot with shaky hands and began pouring but the cup wasn't even half full before he spilled some burning his left hand.