Floating (Drarry)

aftermath

Sorry for not updating i had my exams and just fell asleep straight after school. I'm pretty sure i did shit but never mind. I ain't wasting an academic comeback till GCSE's.

Also do you think i should change Dean thomas's character to be harry instead?

Harry sat on his bed, curtains drawn and marauders map out. He'd gotten it from the twins last month and checking it merticulously before bed had become a daily occurrence.

He wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw Sirius Black roaming the school halls but a stupid part of him felt safer.

He paused as the end of his illuminated wand hovered over a name. 

Draco malfoy was at the bottom of the steps leading up to the gryfindoor tower.

Harry held his breath as he waited. 5 minutes passed and the footsteps didn't move. The third year felt an uneasy feeling build up inside him as he tried to calm his thoughts.

This had to be a mistake.

Another 5 minutes went by and Harry suddenly felt alive with nerves, his eyes no longer tired and limbs not feeling drowsy.  

Draco Malfoy was up to good and harry had decided he was almost definitely letting Black into the castle. There was no doubt about it. 

He wrapped the invisibility cloak around his shoulders and practically threw himself out the portrait hole. 

Fortunately, the fat lady didn't seem to stir but it was only when Potter had crept halfway down the stairs did he realise it would have been a much better idea to bring Ron and Hermione.

Malfoy lay next to the last step, a mess of sticking out limbs and sickly pale skin. Something was seriously wrong. The slytherin's unmoving body and skinny frame made it very clear this wasn't a trick but still untrusting harry looked around cautiously. 

He hadn't even noticed the blonde had gotten this bad but he knew he couldn't leave him now.

"Malfoy," he whispered, while prodding the boy gently. There was no answer or even a reaction.

He scooped draco into his arms and tried not to imagine the slytherin's reaction if he woke up anytime soon. Potter headed to the infirmary under the protection of the invisibility cloak and took slow, nearly silent steps.

"Malfoy!," someone called from down the dark hall. Harry was sure he'd been spotted before he remembered he was invisible.

"Draco, where are you?" miles bletchley shouted as he almost brushed past the Gryfindoor. It all started to make sense. Looking down at the blonde boy Harry almost felt sorry for him. The sixth year, Malfoy had been spending way too much time with, was definitely supplying him with potions. They'd been given a few talks about wizarding drugs and Harry had seen enough dodgy looking witches down the backstreets of diagon alley to know to stay well clear.

The slytherin in his arms was probably higher than harry had ever been on a broom.

The gryfindoor carefully laid the other boy on a metal framed bed before waking up madame Pompfrey. The whole ordeal was rather quiet and the nurse even kept her usually loud fuss to a silent pitying look.