The Dorm Mate Mishap (Drarry Fanfic)

Chapter 21

By dinner, Draco sits in a chair, sweating and zoning out as he stares at his food. At some point in time, all of our eyes drift to him.

"Draco?" Molly asks and Draco hums tiredly as he looks to her "Are you alright, dear?" she asks.

"I'm doing good." he nods, weakly, before looking back to his food and frowning "I just need to lay down."

Slowly, he stands, and I frown "Do you need some help?" He waves me off, before walking towards the couch.

After dinner, I go over to the couch and look at Draco, who wipes his forehead of sweat. When I feel his forehead, he's freezing. "Cold sweats." he states.

"Are you hungry?" I ask and he shakes his head "Thirsty?" He continues to shake his head and I ask "Anything I can do?"

"Get a bucket ready." he orders and I move a bin to his side "Nausea has set in." he states and I give a weak smile.

When the Weasley family joins us, we make small talk, until Charlie steps out of the floo tube and howls "What's up, you bloody twats?"

Draco scoffs, before trembling and sniffling. When I wipe his nose, Charlie asks "Is this the wolf I'm here to babysit? Draco fucking Malfoy?"

The Weasley family looks to him as I take Draco's shoes off "You two a couple?" Charlie asks and I give a short nod as I place the shoes on the ground.

Charlie's muscular form leans against the fireplace as I pull off Draco's socks to find aged track marks on his feet "What's all this?"

He yawns "You really think I haven't mainlined before?" I glare at him and he rubs his eyes "The veins in my toes are shot."

Hermione is on her feet, instantly "You've been mainlining through your toes? Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"Of course I do." Draco declares, before shrugging "Could've been my neck. That's even more dangerous."

"The fact that you're constantly on your feet, makes it worse!" Hermione states and Draco sighs in annoyance.

"You realize I don't care, right?" Draco asks, a little more aggressive than normal.

~

I awaken in the living room armchair, to find Draco isn't on the couch. In an instant, I'm on my feet and screaming "Draco is gone!"

The Weasley family and Hermione run down the stairs and I panic "He can't disapperate, so he mustnt have gone far! He's probably looking for heroin, and..." I feel my pocket for his pack, before realizing it's gone "He's got it. He's wandering around, high."

I storm out the door, only to stop dead in my tracks. Draco sits on the fence that surrounds the pigpen. Silently, I motion for them to stay, and cross the yard to get to the pen.

"Hey." I give a weak smile and he sniffles, before looking at me with glazed eyes "What's up?"

He shakes his head as I sit on the fence next to him. After a moment, I notice he holds a syringe in his hands.

"Didn't use it." he states, digging into his pocket to pull out his kit. After he hands it over, he sighs "I made it, with every intent to use." he shakes his head, before handing it over "Couldn't do it."

I motion for George to come over. When he does, I tell him to hide it. After he runs off, I ask "Why didn't you?"

He's silent for a long moment, before wiping his face and declaring "I don't want to be this, anymore."

He shakes his head and sighs "I've been, sleeping with everyone, and not feeling anything, and I just don't want to do this anymore."

He looks to me as he wipes his tears away "I want to court someone, and have weekly dinners with the family, and fall in love."

As he wipes his face again, I pull him towards me and he sniffles "We'll get you through this, Draco."

He rests his head on my shoulder, and we sit there for a long moment, before he flips around and vomits into the pigpen.

~

The next day, the Weasley family was able to clear a path in Percy's books, so we could use his room.

Currently, Draco lays next to me, trembling and sweating. He's been vomiting and shitty all day, and he hasn't been able to keep anything.

He sits up and I ask "What are you doing?" he looks at me tiredly "Do you need help with anything?"

"No." he wipes his forehead and stands up "I just need a glass of water." I start to get up, but he waves me off "I can't lay down anymore."

He scoots his feet across the ground and I hear him in the hall. He stops for a minute, then I hear clattering.

In confusion, I walk out into the hall and look down to find Draco on the platform next to the kitchen, unconscious.

"Draco?" I call, before darting down the stairs and kneel next to him as the others join me. As I pat his cheek, he starts to come too.

When he opens his eyes, he takes in a deep breath and looks around and asks "What happened?"

"You passed out." Hermione states as Draco sits up "You're dehydrated." she explains, before looking over him "I think you need to use."

He shakes his head "I'm fine." he starts to get up, as he sniffles "I just need a glass of water. I'll be fine in a day or two."

He starts to step down the stairs, only to start falling again. Charlie catches him and sighs "I'll carrying him up the stairs, you get the herion." he tells George.

As Charlie lays him down, Bill gives him a glass of water and George hands me his kit. When I start to inject him, he hisses "Are you trying to kill me?"

I give him a confused look and he grabs the kit from me "Your tolerance goes down as soon as you start withdrawal. Can I get a light?"

He hands me the spoon, he lights the end of it and the heroin melts into a liquid. He quickly fills a new syringe with a desired amount and places the cap back on.

Molly holds her wand up as Draco lifts his sleeve and ties the bands around his arm. As he flicks his forearm, he sighs "My veins are shot."

"What about the other arm?" I ask and he glares at me, before lifting the other sleeve and tying the band around his other arm.

He flicks it, before ordering "Alcohol pad." I hand one over and he wipes his arm "Drugs." he holds out his hand.

Reluctantly, I hand it over and he bites off the cap. He focus on the vein for a long moment, before slipping the needle into his vein and injecting it, slowly.

Once he's done, he hands me the syringe, before using his untied hand to hand over the cap.

Hesitantly, he pulls the string and the knot comes untied and he hums, before falling back and letting out an euphoric gasp and hum.

Ron gocks "Is that what he sounds like in the bedroom?" I shrug, before nodding, causing Ron to sigh "I was joking!"