Floating (Drarry)

revenge

oh my god draco and harry actually talk in this chapter????

Christmas was approaching and even Malfoy had to admit he was a little excited. It was impossible not too be when the whole castle was decorated with tinsel, trees and holly and even the teachers were jollier with the exception of Snape.  

The feasts had taken on festive treats with Yule logs, mince pies and millions of brussel sprouts and Draco walked to the great Hall from Herbology with a content smile.

Hands suddenly darted from behind a column and grabbed him, covering his eyes and pulling him closer. A rough, coarse sack was pulled over his head and his cries for help were muffled.

Malfoy was half dragged as he scrambled to walk the direction he was taken and two more sets of hands eventually lifted him from the ground. 

He couldn't make out what the hushed voices around him said but after a few minutes he was thrown to the ground. His head smashed against the stone paved floor and with a sinking heart he realised this was gonna hurt.

It was vital to keep what little control he had and the slytherin took deep breaths to steady himself.

A foot swung back scuffing the floor before connecting with his rib and Malfoy let out a cry as pain shot up across his chest. He was kicked by an onslaught of feet everywhere and curled up covering his head. 

Draco tried to occupy his mind and estimate how many attackers he had but it soon became impossible when hands grabbed onto to his arms and removed the protection from his head. Tying his wrists and ankles with tight, burning rope.

Someone climbed on top of him and a fist connected with his cheekbone, then nose and the familiar stinging engulfed his face.

The head covering was ripped off and the third year looked up at five smirking faces. They were Miles's mates and had only ever been nice until now.

"What are you doing?" Draco croaked, blood dribbling from his nose and slipping out his mouth. 

"You snitched on Miles. We make you pay, it's simple really Malfoy," Lucian the boy who had nearly been drugged by a love potion snarled.

"You're just like your daddy. An unloyal, selfish man," another added.

"Was it worth it?" Sebastian Sallow, one of the beaters asked with a glare.

"It wasn't me," Draco tried again.

"Well, it sure wasn't any of us," Adrian Pucey scoffed planting another kick at the boy's back. 

Malfoy realised arguing was futile and lay silently on the floor a small pool of blood collecting around his face. 

One of the sixth year's who has stayed silent pulled out his wand pointing it at the third year. He threw a hex at Malfoy's trembling figure and the others laughed darkly as he begun twitching violently. 

"A stinging hex? Are you flirting with me?" Draco smirked trying to take back some control. Adrian leaned over him and spat, a wad of saliva sliding down Malfoy's cheek. The blonde couldn't even wipe it away.

"We are going to make your life hell, Malfoy," Lucian shouted, eyes growing blacker. He locked the classroom door and drew his wand too. The others followed.

"You will receive a crucio from one of us each week and you will not tell a soul," The older Slytherin continued, his face taking on a slightly crazed look, "Let this be a lesson on snitching,".

"Crucio," Lucian bellowed and Malfoy screamed as the pain of a thousand hot knives plunged right through his skin and burning tore up his insides. 

Although it only lasted ten seconds the pain didn't lull afterwards and only seemed to intensify as the Slytherin's left him it to twitch and tremble.