Floating (Drarry)

changing

I can't wait to rewrite this but i'm just gonna get it finished and then edit everything. Feel free to add it to your reading list if you find the writing lacking. I hope when i redo it all it will sound good and have more depth and leave people thinking it's well written however i cannot promise that.

Malfoy stormed into the train compartment his expression a mix of fury and subtle confidence. The Sixth year Slytherins sat up slightly but no one looked alarmed. They would soon regret that Draco thought bitterly.

Adrian Pucey was the first to speak. Spite slipping in with his arrogant tone. His eyes darted around the seats checking the faces of his company for unwelcome houses. He smirked, satisfied.

"Already running to us, ready to kneel down and receive your crucio like a good boy," he said with a shit-eating grin.

The third year raised his hand and slapped him across the face producing a cry of pain from the older boy as his cheek turned bright red and patchy.

"You so much as touch me and I'll fucking end you, but not before I've hurt everyone you love," Draco threatened, his words harsh and without doubt.

"Lily swallow, Maria Pucey, Matilda McEwen, Ernest Yarrow, Arthur Frimley," The younger Slytherin listed names as he pointed to the corresponding boy.

"I know who your parents, your grandparents, your siblings and your friends are. I am a Malfoy and I can make your life hell. If you so much as speak badly of me or go against me I will fucking end you," he spat, "and don't think I can't. The galleons in all your vaults combined couldn't even cover the clothes in my wardrobe, you pathetic fucks,".

No one spoke as he walked out. There was no loathing in the room either, they were Slytherins. They'd been beaten down and humiliated, so naturally the sixth years were now filled with respect. 

The beginning of January brought renewed students, the post Christmas blues and constant cold weather not dampening their moods quite yet. Snape had taken up Dryanuary and to Potter's dismay seemed even grumpier than before.

Draco Malfoy rarely looked up from a book as he ate in the great hall or sat in the common room. He studied Occulmency and charms not taught until 5th year, he read about politics and wizarding laws and late at night, with his curtains draw, he learnt all he could about the dark arts.

Knowledge was power and they couldn't take it away from him. They could build him into a weapon but a sword slices it's maker just as deeply.

"And what book is more important that my lesson, Mr Malfoy," Snape drawled, face hard but tone neutral.

"My apologies, sir," Draco said guiltily, slipping the book into his bag.

"You did not answer my question, child,".

"Transfiguration Today," the Slytherin replied.

"What's the point of staring at a book if you cannot read. That is not what the title said, I hope you aren't reading inappropriate materials in my class" Snape mocked, "bring it too the front and leave it on my desk,".

"Is that why you're confiscating it? Too embarrassed to buy your own. Maybe that explains why your such a dick, not getting enough act-".

"ENOUGH!" Snape roared and Malfoy could do nothing to stop himself flinching before regaining his composure.

"Detention tonight at 8pm,".

The Slytherin sighed, he didn't realise how shit it was being on the receiving end of the Potion's Professor's wrath, he looked over at Potter suddenly feeling quite sorry for him and Harry sent him a sympathetic smile.