What You Mean • Drarry (COMPLETED)

C10- White Pills

White Pills

Third Person POV

Warning: Attempted Murder

Draco walked down the empty corridor, on his way to charms, but tensed up at the sound of footsteps behind him.

"Malfoy!" Jeremy Evans, one of the four Gryffindor boys who love to beat him up, yelled coldly.

Draco sighed and turned around to look at him. "What, Evans? I'm going to be late to-"

Jeremy thrusted a white pill bottle into his hand with the label peeled off. Draco raised an eyebrow and turned it over in his hand. "What the hell is this?"

Jeremy huffed and brushed his shaggy mousy hair off his forehead. "Pompfrey told me to give that to you. She said to take six of the twelve pills, and if nothing happens in thirty minutes, to take the other six. She told me to tell you to go back to your dorm, and skip charms."

Draco stared at the bottle then looked back up at the boy to say something but he already disappeared around the corner.

Draco took in a deep breath. "Okay then." He turned on his heel and headed for eight year common room.

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Draco sat at the end of his bed with the six pills laying on the palm of his hand. The pill bottle with the remaining pills leaned against his right side with the cap off.

"Why'd she give these to me?" he muttered confusedly. "Guess if she said to take them." Draco reached for the water bottle on his nightstand and took off the cap.

He downed each pill one by one and put the cap back on the bottle.

Draco sat there for around three minutes to see if anything happened, but nothing did so he stood up to go to the bathroom.

The pill bottle that was leaning against his side split onto the bed spread as he stood. Draco cursed under his breath and sat back down, picking up the pills and putting them back in the bottle in his hand.

He felt his vision go blurry a bit, so he tried to blink it back but that didn't work. Draco felt a twist in his stomach and a bit nauseous. "What the hell?" He mumbled.

Draco didn't get much more out before collapsing back onto the bed, spilling the pills onto the floor and the empty white bottle laying on the palm of his draining of color hand.

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Neville rolled his eyes as Ron and Hermione sat down on the couch. "So where's Harry?" He questioned.

"History of magic," Ron said, "we have free period, so that's the only class he's got alone."

Neville nodded and watched Luna enter the common room. He stood up and went for the boys' dormitory stairs. "I'll be right back," He told them all.

Once he got nods from them, he went up the stairs and to his dormitory. Neville pushed open the door and gasped at the sight.

Draco layed sprawled on his back, completely drained of color, large white pills on the floor and the equally white pill bottle on his palm.

"Hermione! Pansy!" Neville yelled as loud as he could. He dropped his bag and rushed over to Draco to check for a pulse.

Hermione and Pansy ran in no longer than twenty seconds later. Pansy kneeled next to the pills on the floor and went to touch them.

"Don't touch them!" Hermione said quickly, "they could be spelled!"

Pansy nodded and used her wand to levitate the pills back into the bottle and wrapped the bottle in a scarf. Hermione looked worriedly at Neville. "Is he still alive?"

Neville nodded. "He has a weak pulse but it's still there. Come on, let's get him to the hospital wing."

Neville slid his arms underneath Draco's unconscious body and lifted him up. He and the girls went back down to the common room while Pansy carried the bottle wrapped in a Slytherin scarf.

Ginny, Ron, Blaise, and Luna jumped up at the sight of Draco's limp body. "What happened?! Is he okay?" Blaise asked.

"We're taking him to the hospital wing, Ginny, send Harry a patronus, would you?" Hermione said.

Ginny nodded worriedly and did what she was told.

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Harry drummed his fingers boredly on the desk, staring out the window and looking at Hogwarts' foggy grounds.

Binns droned on with his lesson, which Harry didn't pay any attention to. He didn't have the class with any of his friends- other than Dean and Seamus.

Even though Hermione wasn't in his class, he could still take notes from her, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Harry's head snapped to the door when Ginny's horse patronus soared into the room.

The horse stopped in front of Harry, and everyone's (besides Binns who was still talking as if nothing happened) attention was focused on the patronus when it started to speak.

"Harry," came Ginny's concerned voice, "come to the hospital wing immediately, it's Draco."

The horse disappeared and so did Harry's color.

Harry didn't hesitate to throw his stuff in his bag and run out of the classroom, not even asking to leave. He ran as fast as he could to the hospital wing.

Once he got there, he walked in and spotted his friend group surrounding a bed. Pansy sat on a chair on one side of the bed with her arms propped up on her legs and the others stood a bit to the side.

Harry ran over and dropped his bag at the end of the bed. Ignoring Madam Pomfrey's words ("Mr. Potter there is already too many people here!") he pulled up one of the crappy wooden chairs and sat at the opposite side from where Pansy sat.

Draco's eyes we're closed and his body looked lifeless.

Harry blinked back tears and carefully took Draco's hand in his own. He brought the pale and cold hand to his mouth and placed at soft kiss to the skin.

"What happened?" he whispered weakly. Hermione stepped forward and rubbed his shoulder. Her tears were already streaming. "We watched the memory in the pensive. That Gryffindor boy, Jeremy Evans, one of the ones that's been bullying him, gave him a pill bottle and peeled off the label. He lied and said Madam Pomfrey told him to give it to Draco. The actual pills are called (I don't have a name) and they can be extremely dangerous if not used correctly. Draco took six, because that's what Jeremy said to take, when those pills were for (I don't have a description) and only one per day was supposed to be taken. So it was an overdose on pills," Hermione explained.

Ron, Pansy, Ginny, and Blaise all looked guilty.

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