The Dorm Mate Mishap (Drarry Fanfic)

Chapter 24

As I stare up at him in horror, the whites of his eyes return to normal, the green turns into a faded blue, and his pupils shrink to normal.

Silently, he turns to where he was rocking, and takes a long moment, before sighing "She's not here."

After a moment of trying to collect myself, I state "Your mind is playing tricks on you, Draco."

When he doesn't move, I hesitantly rest my hand on his shoulder. He furrows his brow "Dittany."

"What?" I ask and he repeats it "Draco, what do you mean by dittany?"

"She didn't die." he states and I give him a confused look "She wouldn't have lived if I didn't leave her there, in the field of dittany."

~

My fingers rake his side as he lays next to me. He smacks my hand away and grabs a jumper. After pulling it on, he lays down and pulls the blanket over himself "Are you cold?"

"Yes." he hisses, before groveling "And in two minutes, I'm going to be hot! My bones hurt, and I'm fucking drowning in my own sweat! And all I want to do is force George to give me my fucking herion!"

The dawn colors cast over his hair and shine into the room "It's just two more days. You can do this."

He grovels, before standing up and walking out the door. When I follow him, he sludges down the stairs.

In the kitchen, Molly makes breakfast. She stops when she sees Draco "Are you hungry, dear boy?"

Draco shakes his head, before getting a glass of water. After he takes a seat, I ask "Do you think you can watch him while I take a shower?"

She nods and I start back up the stairs. When I get out of the shower, I hear screaming below. I quickly get dressed and run down the stairs to find Draco screaming at George, knife in hand.

"Where are my fucking drugs!" Draco growls as George backs away from him "Tell me where they are, or you'll lose the other ear!"

Bill looks to me, then the frying pan on the stove behind me. I nod, before grabbing the frying pan and calling "Draco?"

He turns around and I swing the frying pan to hit him in the face. He drops the knife and grabs his cheek. He stares at me in pure rage and declares "You might want to run."

I panicly start trying to get past him as his eyes go green. He lunges at me, but Bill and Charlie grab him and slam him into the table.

As he fights them, Bill reaches into his pocket and grabs a syringe "What is that?" I ask as Bill bites off the cap.

He slams it into Draco's arm and Draco settles down, instantly "After last night, I didn't want to take the risk of him wolfing out again. It's a sedative."

~

A few hours later, we all sit in the living room and I ask "Are we sure this is safe? What if he chokes on his own vomit?"

"We'll take turns watching him." Bill sighs, before leaning forward on his knees "But we can't risk him turning and biting one of us."

"Hello?" Draco calls from above "I need to take a leak!" with a sigh, I stand, grab the piss bottle, and start up the stairs. When I walk in the room, he pulls on his bindings "This is kinda kinky."

As I put his penis into the piss jar, I sigh "You can go."

When he doesn't, I look up to his to find him looking at me, in thought "Why won't you let me use the toilet?"

"Because you'd threaten us with the toilet brush." I remark in annoyance, before wiggling the bottle "Go."

He continues to stare at me, before asking "Are we done?"

I look at him and shake my head "I don't know." I furrow my brow "If THIS is going to be our relationship, I can't do it, Draco." I wiggle the bottle "I'm not going to hold your piss jar, because you want a thirty pound fix."

He thinks for a second, before stating "I don't want to use anymore." he shakes his head "I want to get clean."

I set my jaw and ask "How long will that last? A year?" he looks drained as I continue "Six months? Maybe three?" I shrug "Maybe a couple of weeks?" I raise my voice "Or perhaps you'll pump some china white into your favorite vein, the second I turn my back!"

He takes a moment, before looking down in shame "I know I'm weak. I'm not brave enough to do this without help."

"I'll help you!" I nod, before shaking my head "But I will not watch you through your life away, over this."

He nods, before sniffling "Thanks, Harry."

I wiggle the bottle "Go."

~

As I nap on the couch, I'm awakened by screaming above. Instantly I run up the stairs to find Charlie and Bill rolling Draco onto his side as he trembles "What's happening?" I scream.

"He's seizing." Hermione states as she crosses her arms "We got the biteguard in, but he's not doing so hot."

After a few seconds, the trembling stops and the boys lay him flat. Nervously, I step towards him and sit next to his head.

Sweat drips down his face and he has a block of rubber in his mouth to keep him from biting off his tounge.

With a second of thought, I ask "How dangerous is this?" they look between one another and I ask "Should we give it to him?"

Bill takes a minute, before stating "If this continues, he could really hurt himself."

His wet hair sticks to his forehead and I brush it out of the way, before sighing "Tell George to get the drugs."

By the time George preps the syringe, Draco is awake and fighting the restraints "It's all going to be okay, Malfoy."

When George preps a vein, Draco spits the bite guard at him, hitting him in the face. George cocks an eyebrow at him "I'm have tempted to stab this into your arm."

"I don't want it!" Draco hisses, before laying his head back "I'd rather die, than shoot up again!" he insists.

"Really?" George asks, before remarking "Because you would have sad that, last week. Let alone, six hours ago. When you threaten me with a knife."

Draco glares at him in such hatred, before stating "We'll, I finally was able to figure out which one of you I hated more! The good one died!" I look at him in disbelief, as he sneers "Or maybe you collected his stupidity!"

George is silent for a long minute, before he places the junky pack on the nightstand, and untying Draco "What are you doing?" I ask.

"If he wants to quit so badly, he can do it by himself." George scowls, before looking down at Draco "If he wants to be a weak little junky, then he can pump himself full of poison. I'm sick of babysitting a grown man."

George walks around the bed and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the door "The fuck am I supposed to do for the lou?"

George grabs a bucket that Percy used for a trash can and places it beside the door "I'll be back in twenty-four hours to clean it."

He shuts the door and casts a spell to lock it. In annoyance, he stomps up the stairs and slams the door to his room.

In utter shock, I look to the rest of the Weasley family and apologize "He's not like that normally. He's just... I don't..." I'm at a loss for words "I'm sorry."