Floating (Drarry)

descent

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Lucius Malfoy's footsteps were loud and unforgiving, his cane cracked against the stone floor as more of a sign than support.

No one was safe from the older man's anger especially not his son. Draco was dragged along, his feet shuffling and obedient.

"Salazar, you're so pathetic," Lucius cursed, his lip curling automatically.

"Forgive me, father. For what am I to be punished for," Draco asked, testing his luck.

"If we weren't in the middle of a corridor I'd crucio you just for asking," Lucius replied, clearly angered.

"Apologies, sir," Malfoy said, already falling into old habits.

They reached the empty classroom and the third year tried not to tremble.

"You will take each hit and you will learn consequences come with getting so disgustingly close to boys. There's something wrong with you, Draco. It's unfixable but we can still attempt to hide it. Your dirty secret gets out and I'll kill you myself," Lucius hissed.

Malfoy's cheek begun swelling after the third hit and his lip split at first contact with the heel of a shoe. The cane connected with his ribs but draco refused to react, falling to the floor felt like giving up and he was not a quitter.

His father didn't dare use the cruciatus curse on Hogwarts soil, Draco thanked all the saints he could think of.

The fourteen year old was sure the smoke had passed his lips before his dad had even flooed away. He took a long drag, ignoring the pain shooting from his face. Malfoy leant back against the wall, eyes locked on the burning tip as he inhaled.

Hot ash brushed his skin, burning then cold in less than a second. Intense then lifeless before one could grasp the feeling.

Smoke filled his lungs and tickled his throat, Malfoy resisted the urge to cough. It was slightly spicy and chemical tasting, it never felt natural till after enough drags for his eyes to turn red.

Draco skipped the last lessons of the day. He was determined to hide in the astronomy tower till the swelling went down. The slytherin had even accioed a blanket for good measure.

Malfoy watched the sun set, the stars shine then the sky glow with morning light. He smoked three more joints and the thoughts begun to finally swirl not quite thinkable but still there.

The fuzz was calming but heavy, it followed him to the slytherin common room as he slipped into bed at 5am. He attempted to fake snore, face burried in his pillow as the third year ignored Blaise's effort to wake him

Malfoy lay wrapped in his sheets not quite awake or asleep, a more unpleasant in between. He skipped tuesday's, then wednesday's classes not even sure they'd happened at all.

He shouted at Zabini when the boy tried forcing him to dinner and buried himself deeper in the matress.

The bed had become a coffin and Draco hadn't even noticed. Malfoy swore at his dad anytime he could because how was he expected to go to lessons like this.

Thursday came around and the Slytherin showered and got dressed. Enough was enough.

Pansy pestered him the whole way too breakfast and Blaise bombarded him with questions. Draco's stomach grumbled and the constant thudding in his skull got louder. It was too much effort to raise his legs each step so he dragged his feet instead.