Floating (Drarry)

Drinking

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Draco was shaking as he reached the Ravenclaw tower and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. His lip slightly trembled but he couldn't wait long enough to gain his composure. He needed to forget now.

He knocked on the portrait and a small, first or second year with thick framed glasses answered. 

"Go get miles," Malfoy said scowling at the boy as he scuttled away. He came back a few seconds later with the sixth year.

"Woah, what happened mate," Bletchley asked, aware of the obvious distress the boy was in, "is it the girl?".

"What, no," Draco said, shaking his head.

"Well, what then?".

"It doesn't matter," Malfoy muttered, his heart beating faster as his hands shook more violently.

"What can I help you with then?" Miles asked, interested.

"Do you sell drinks?".

"Yeah, of course," miles said, pulling Draco inside and towards the boy's dorm. He slipped into the room and pulled his trunk out from below his bed, whispering a charm to unlock it and reveal almost twenty bottles of vodka and firewhiskey. He handed Draco one.

"How much?" The third year asked.

"You can have the first one free because I like you," Bletchley chuckled. 

"It's only gonna be once,".

"Look man, it's okay to get drunk alone sometimes," the Ravenclaw reassured him before pausing then deciding to pull him in for a hug. 

Draco sat alone in the darkness, his back against the stand he'd flown through earlier that day. He downed the burning liquid like it was water and swallowed thickly a few times to keep it down. He was still shaking but it was probably from the cold now.

The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. Everything looked so beautiful and kind so far away. It reminded Draco of Dean so he drunk some more.

He wondered if the moon ever gets lonely even surrounded by so many stars and he felt a sudden wave of unexplainable sadness. He cried for the glowing crescent because no one else would and then he drunk more.

The world started swaying slightly and Draco struggled to focus on anything. His mind was buzzing and his thoughts were moving too quickly. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair clumsily.

"dd-rac oh" he could barely say his own name. Sick slipped from his lips and onto his lap and the nearly empty bottle rolled away and smashed against a seat. 

He tried to stand but collapsed almost immediately, his heart beating too fast and his vision going blurry. The castle faded into the ground and the quidditch hoops almost disappeared entirely in front of him. 

Malfoy passed out. Covered in his own sick as the moon watched on helplessly.