Floating (Drarry)

Trip

A/N thanks for the votes, I love everyone. I haven't edited this or any other chapters yet so any mistakes please comment. 

I got exams next week but I ain't bothering so I'm gonna update lot.

I promise I'm not a druggie I'm just sad.

Rain splashed against the lakes surface as thunder rumbled loudly in the distance. Malfoy woke, curled around the bin, his back aching from the uncomfortable position.

He stood up slipping into his green, silk sheets and waited for miles to wake as well.

It would be December tomorrow and the castle seemed even colder than usual, as icicles grew on the windows and Malfoy's fingers went a deep purple colour.

"You better, man?" Miles asked, his eyes now open and alert. 

"I guess, i feel terrible though. How's pansy ever gonna forgive me?" Draco admitted, his face holding the same distraught look it often had over the past few months.

"Don't worry about that, it's not your fault".

Malfoy sighed but nodded and Miles missed the guilty look that flicked across his expression.

The sun grew slowly brighter as the day crawled on and the thick clouds cleared. 

It took Malfoy 15 minutes to climb to the top of the divination stairs and another 5 to return from a deep red to a normal pale. 

He was only half an hour late as he entered the classroom- a personal record. 

"Nice of you to join us, Mr malfoy" Tralawney said with a sweet smile and he nodded his head in greeting as he sat down next to Dean.

The black haired boy was studying his tea leaves intently and refused to look up as he wrote in scrawling writing on a piece of parchment every few minutes.

Dean thomas finally acknowledged Draco sending him a strange glare the Slytherin couldn't decipher.

"I know it was you,".

Malfoy kept his face neutral, only raising an eyebrow in response, acting as if he had no idea what the Gryfindoor was talking about.

"You drugged yourself with amortentia, didn't you?" Dean said. The question was clearly rhetorical but draco nodded anyway.

"Why?" he asked clearly intrigued.

"Because i'm meant to like her, not bloody you," he sighed. 

The black haired boy blushed at that and did little to hide the smile on his face.

"Dean, I'm sorry for everything i said but i can't like you. My Father would kill me," Malfoy sighed.

"He doesn't have to know," Dean Thomas shrugged, eyes looking at the boy in-front of him with a little optimism.

"He'd find out eventually, he always does".

"You'll still talk to me though, you won't ignore me again?" The boy almost pleaded.

"Never again," Draco smiled sincerely, "You know i think you're the only Gryfindoor that's actually decent,".

"I don't know if that's a good thing, if it's coming from Draco Malfoy," Dean said with a chuckle.