Floating (Drarry)

A trip to Hogsmeade

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As his friends went down to dinner, Draco headed of to the Library in search of a spell Professor Flitwick had mentioned that morning.

The sky was a dark grey, the stars covered by thick clouds blown in by a harsh northern wind. The castle was freezing and the boy shivered, pulling his cloak tighter as he made his way along the empty corridor.

The library was quiet. Everyone else at dinner or keeping warm by the common room fires. Draco didn't mind the cold, he liked to imagine it freezing his blood and forming icicles on his skin making him as numb as he felt. 

He searched through bookcases and shelfs, sections and stacks. He looked for simple concealment charms and complicated glamour spells before sitting in an empty corner with a pile of books he'd collected. He pulled out parchment paper, his quill and some ink before writing down anything he gathered as important. 

He was accompanied only by the whistle of a harsh winter wind and the light sound of a clock ticking down the other end of the library.

Once he was done he headed for the abandoned girl's bathroom he'd found when he was drunk with Blaise. He smiled remembering the party the two boys had escaped from after filch had discovered it.

The constant dark of the colder months made it hard for Draco to know the time but he hoped everyone was still eating and had not yet missed his company.

Once he arrived he stood in front of the mirror, readying himself. Malfoy had enough trust in his own abilities to try new spells but he was slightly scared none the less.

Warning for non-intentional but purposeful self harm

"Diffindo," Draco whispered, repeating the curse his father used on him only two months ago. Malfoy pulled his wand along his pale, slender arm hissing slightly as blood seeped out, dropping onto the sink below. He had to admit it was rather soothing in a sick way and he did it twice more for good measure.

Stops here.

"Confringo,"  the boy said as he flicked his wand over the wound in an exaggerated S shape. The cuts disappeared for a few seconds before returning. 

He frowned slightly. That wasn't supposed to happen.

He tried again. 

"Confringo," . The same happened.

"You've got to flick your wrist up at the end," a voice giggled behind him. He froze in shock. How had he not noticed footsteps approaching.

Turning around he was met with moaning myrtle's see-through body. If she snitched to Lupin again he had no idea how he was going to explain this. He was suddenly extremely aware of the cuts on his arm.

"Look Myrtle could you not tell Lupin about this it might worry him or something, I don't know," Malfoy sighed. She laughed upon hearing this before circling Draco twice.

"Maybe," she sung with a large cheeky smile. 

"Look I'll make you a deal. If you keep quiet about this I'll..... I'll.." Draco realised he had nothing he could offer her. Once your dead money and power don't matter anymore.

"You have to come and talk to me once a week," she bargained, "you see it gets very lonely in here," she sobbed before diving into a toilet not even waiting for his reply.