Sorry for the shit updates I've been smoking too much weed and school is shit.
Also sorry if things seem unrealistic like Malfoy never greens out and Miles still has a low tolerance but this whole thing isn't real so might as well change annoying things.
The next morning Malfoy woke curled up in an armchair and was glad the first years were loud enough to wake him as they bustled through the dungeons.
Draco moved slowly, his feet falling softly against the cold, carpetless floors.
He headed to the third year's dorm and slipped into the Slytherin robes he had pressed by the house Elves the night before. They were crisp and folded in all the right places and he would have sighed if the room wasn't so quiet.
He couldn't help but feel good as he walked to the library. He had a plan and he was going to complete it and then he would be Malfoy again.
Miles was right. With Pansy as his girlfriend, Crabbe and Goyle as his bodyguards and Blaise, Theo and Bletchley as his mates. Forget Slytherin prince, Malfoy could be more popular than Potter.
Maybe it was too much calming Draught and weed but fuck life was good.
Draco took a few deep breaths behind a row of books before making his way to the front desk. Madam pince sat in a creaking chair, stone faced. She was a thin, irritable women and reminded Malfoy very much of an underfed vulture.
"Yes," she sighed, without looking up at him. Draco recalled the girl's name from last night and let his features cloud into a somewhat annoyed expression.
"My friend wanted to take out a book she just returned to the library but she's forgotten the name," he said, crossing his fingers in the way he'd seen Dean do when the boy was hoping for good Tea leaves.
"And why did she send you?" The librarian drawled, already impatient.
"She's in a morning detention but needs the book for first class," he explained with a scowl, matching her energy.
Madam Pince looked up registering who it was and her eyes narrowed into a glare but nonetheless she whispered a spell and a book came flying into her hand.
The cover was worn and faded but the title was still readable. Printed in large letters it read How to make a stubborn man fall in love.
Draco blushed slightly as Pince handed the book over wordlessly and tucked it under his cloak. He thanked the women and left quickly heading back to the Slytherin dorm.
Malfoy seated himself by the door to Snape's chambers and leant back into the shadows. He flipped the pages and couldn't help but smile when he found what he was looking for. He copied down the ingredients and instructions but changed the potion name from Amortentia to slug lengthening to avoid suspicion.
Draco shrunk the book and parchment placing it in his cloak pocket then waited.
A quick tempus told him it was 7:16 and he sat hiding, watchful eyes hoping the Potion's professor would leave for breakfast soon.
The door swung open, jolting Malfoy awake and he smirked slightly as Snape's robes billowed around the corner and his polished shoes clacked, squeaking quietly against the stone floors. It was too easy.
The Slytherin whispered a trip spell to let him know when his head of house was approaching and he muttered alohamora before slipping inside the dimly lit, damp 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)