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The trees were all leafless, with fall now just a memory and the weather was a constant cold grey.
The last glimpse of light gripped onto the Scottish skies as the inevitable night began. From ashen clouds came wintry confetti but they too were soon blown on by the relentless wind.
A tangible twinkle of stars peaked through the blanket of darkness and both boys looked up mesmerised.
Draco and Miles had grown weirdly close in just over a week. Ever since the Halloween party they'd started eating meals together and spending whole evenings and nights in each others company. Everyone at Hogwarts was slightly confused as they watched the two's friendship grow but no one said anything.
Bletchley found Draco a welcome relief to his Slytherin friends and enjoyed the fact he could be himself around Malfoy.
Miles had lost his virginity in the second year to a 15 year old witch called Lisa Turpin and after that he got a new set of very popular but very unforgiving mates. They were cruel and fake and showed him exactly why he wasn't a Slytherin.
Charles Moore had been especially unpleasant. He got the thirteen year old hooked on cigarettes and showed him the world of muggle drugs but it all came at a cost and miles found himself sucking off the sick bastard a few times in the prefects shower.
By fourth year Miles knew he had no real talents and had taken the role as the school's drug dealer eagerly.
He planned to take his N.E.W.T.S, drop out then fuck around for the remainder of his life. It was a depressing future that his teachers didn't approve of but at least he was honest.
"Hey Draco, come smoke with me," Miles said grabbing the thirteen year old by the arm as he pulled him behind a pillar. He took out a rolled blunt and lit it.
Malfoy yawned, "But it's nearly class-".
"The day will be easier to get through now, man," Bletchley interrupted.
Draco sighed but took a few drags anyway. They passed the spliff back and forth for a couple of minutes.
"Fu-uck" Malfoy chuckled his eyes getting redder as the high set in.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor as a group of students approached.
"Don't give us away, be quiet," Bletchley said nervously, shushing Draco.
"Do you smell that?" One asked.
"It's sort of familiar" said a recognisable voice.
Malfoy stuck his head out and let out a strange sort of giggle upon seeing who it was. Miles pulled him back quickly and tried to hit him disapprovingly. Instead he missed and his fist smashed into the wall a loud curse escaping his mouth. Both boys clasped their hands over their mouthes trying not to laugh.
"What was that?" Ron Weasley shivered, obviously getting the wrong impression.
"Probably Peeve's pulling a prank," Hermione reasoned, tugging the other Gryfindoor's along to Lupin's room.
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Floating (Drarry)
FanfictionDraco Malfoy slowly spirals into madness and a certain gryfindoor can't just sit back and watch. The quidditch captains (Slow burn Drarry) Contains triggering subjects but will have warnings. (child abuse, drug abuse, psychological abuse)
