Floating (Drarry)

Triwizard Tournament

The beginning of September was so dark, Draco couldn't even remember it. There were arguments and lessons and conversations but Malfoy wasn't apart of them. He couldn't have been.

The imperiused spider struggled and squirmd over a bucket of water, it's thin legs brushing the liquid.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?" Professor Moody asked, his fake eye staring straight at Malfoy with an accusing glare.

Neville stood up to answer a question Draco didn't hear and the Slytherin had to admit the boy had grown braver since first year.

"The cruciatus curse," Longbottom stuttered. A spell Draco was rather familiar with.

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse," Moody said, strangely excited.

A flash of red sprung from the Professor's wand wrapping the spider in a ruby light, the arachnid let out a high pitched squeak.

No wonder Mother skips his beatings Malfoy thought, this was no pleasant sight.

Neville whimpered at the front, legs trembling and eyes shut tightly.

"Can't you see it's bothering him. Teaching this kind of thing to fourth years. My father will hear about this," Malfoy threatened.

"I suspect your father would approve, perhaps he even practices himself-," Moody was cut off.

"-Shut up!".

"Insulting a professor is not a good way to start the term," Alastair said, his tongue lapping over his lips in a way that reminded Draco far too much off a snake.

"And getting on the wrong side of a Malfoy is not a good way to continue living," The slytherin spat.

"We're on the same side, Mr Malfoy," Moody hissed. Draco sat back down more confused than ever.

"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable
curse Miss Granger,".

Hermione shook her head, eyes brimming with tears as she stared at the wooden desk.

The professor flicked his wand and the Spider withered in on itself, dead.

"The killing curse. Only one person is
known to have survived it. And he's
sitting in this room." Mad eye said as he walked over to Harry's desk his metal leg, clanking loudly. He took a swig off his drink and gulped it down with a grimace.

"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented
of course. Terrifying to be in the same
room with, but he's really been there you
know," Ron said to his friends as they walked down the stairs.

"As brilliant as he is he could try washing his hair like the rest of us," Malfoy said and the Slytherins following him sniggered.

"Thanks for sticking up for Neville," Hermione said.

"Oh shut it, I did nothing of the sort," Draco said before falling into stride with Pansy a little further down the stairs.

Malfoy went straight to bed after Defence against the dark arts, missing the last lesson for a nap.

He refused to speak again until Harry's name was pulled from the Goblet. The brunette lost his best friend and the whole school's trust on the same night, that was the first time Draco saw him cry.

"You believe me?" Harry asked, "That i didn't put my name in that cup,".

"Of course, Potter. There's no way you're a better wizard than dumbledore,"Draco said as he reread his charm's essay.