Harry hadn't been stalking Malfoy on the Marauder's Map; he was only fixing his burning curiosity so he could actually pay attention in class, without wondering where Malfoy had gone.

Malfoy was in a rarely used bathroom by the sinks, according to the map, and seemed to not be moving very much. Harry walked quickly to his destination, and once he arrived he took out his wand, ready for a fight in case one broke out. He didn't want to be defenseless.

After quietly opening the door and sneaking in, however, he found that he was not the defenseless one.

Malfoy stood in front of a sink bent over, shoulders shrunk, and eyes staring at the sink's edge, as if he were fighting an internal war. He didn't even notice Harry behind him, staring in amazement.

Malfoy sobbed quietly, hanging his head even lower as his shoulders shook. His robes lay on the floor behind him, forgotten. He wore a long sleeved, torso hugging blazer and black trousers underneath, causing him to look even more pathetically breakable. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror in disgust and sorrow—the bags under his eyes had only gotten worse and his skin was beginning to look sallow. His hair looked a mess—he was truly falling apart. His lip began to tremble and he looked away from his reflection, not wanting to see himself break down again, and stared at the white substance he had laid out on the sink counter.

Harry's jaw dropped as he managed to make out what was on the counter of the sink, what Malfoy was staring at—muggle cocaine. His eyes grew even larger when Malfoy bent down slowly and was about to take a line of the drug…

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled in attempt to stop the blonde, and stepped out of the shadows. Malfoy jumped and turned, eyes wide and skin deathly pale in terror. Malfoy looked as if he was going to break down into tears once again, he reminded Harry strongly of a cornered, terrified, defenseless animal.

"Malfoy…" Harry repeated, more gently this time, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "What the hell do you think you're…" his voice trailed away, he didn't need to finish his statement.

"I know, I'm pathetic," Malfoy whimpered, his voice high and scared, unlike anything Harry had ever heard before—Malfoy swallowed hard and looked anywhere other than at Harry's direction, who took one step towards him in concern.

"Drugs, Malfoy?" Harry asked incredulously, "I know Voldemort—"

"Don't you dare say his name in front of me!" Draco growled, not in fear, but anger, "Just because you're The Chosen One doesn't give you any goddamn right to say his name!" Malfoy's voice cracked and he began sobbing, and turned away from Harry to bury his face in his shaking hands.

Harry quickly thought to put a silencing charm over the bathroom door before proceeding to yell at Malfoy's shaking back, "He killed my parents, I have every right to call him what I'd like, Malfoy!"

Malfoy didn't react at all, he just continued to weep into his hands and suddenly Harry felt a nauseas pit of guilt drop in his stomach, his tone was soft once again, "Muggle drugs are not a release from the torment of becoming a Death Eater, Malfoy, they—"

Harry was caught off by a harsh, broken laugh, Malfoy peeled his face away from his hands and stared at Harry hysterically, "Becoming a Death Eater would be a walk in a fucking park compared to what he's done to me! Drugs are my only escape from myself—"

Harry was shocked, he was so sure Malfoy had joined the Death Eaters that he couldn't even come up with an explanation for what else it might have been, "What—what did he do to you then?" Harry asked, almost in a whisper. He was scared of Malfoy's answer, but he needed to know.

"Oh Potter, are you really that thick?" Malfoy laughed hysterically again, "I figured you or Granger would have figured it out by now, since you know one and all…"

"What on earth are you talking about, Malfoy?" Harry began to think that Malfoy was seriously losing his mind.

Malfoy moved so fast Harry pointed his wand at him by instinct—he thought he was being attacked. The distraught blonde strided directly towards Harry fearlessly and rolled back the sleeve covering his left forearm; he wasn't even fazed by Harry's wand, he just pushed it away as if he knew Harry wouldn't attack him.

Malfoy stopped when he was two feet away and lifted his forearm to display a grotesque mark that looked like some sort of bite. His eyes were flaring in emotion—he looked like a psychopath. Harry stared, first at the bite, then into Malfoy's bloodshot eyes, "What is…?" Harry began to ask, until it clicked. Harry's eyes widened and jaw dropped, there was only one sort of bite that he knew of that could absolutely ruin somebody's life, "He had you bitten…?" Harry's voice shook as he read Malfoy's face for some sort of answer—he found it in unwavering ice-grey eyes, which began to water up again.

Malfoy answered, still not stepping away from Harry, "Greyback. The Dark Lord sets him on those who have failed him." He swallowed, then growled, "This—" he indicated the bite, "Was vengeance on my father for his failures."

"Draco…" Harry whispered, unsure of what to do or say to the broken boy in front of him.

Draco stared at Harry in shock at the use of his first name, "I can't do this Harry," a single tear escape Draco's eye as he desperately searched for some form of response from Harry.

"You haven't told any of your friends about this, have you?"

Draco shook his head, and backed away from Harry—he headed towards the sink. Harry realized he was probably going to snort that line of coke. Without much thought (as usual), Harry darted in front of Malfoy, who was very slow moving in his dreadful state, and ran directly towards the sink.

Before he could think twice, Harry swept all of the lined up coke on the sink onto the floor with his arm, Draco stared furiously at Harry but didn't dare say anything

"That shit will fuck you up more than any werewolf bite could, Malfoy," Harry growled, genuinely caring for his ex-nemesis's health.

"I fucking hate you so much, Potter you twat." Draco sighed, before leaning against the nearest wall in defeat, "Leave before I have to hex your ass to pieces."

"Much obliged," Harry replied flatly. He quickly made his way to exit the bathroom, but before he left to turn to face Malfoy one last time,

"Don't give up on yourself, Draco." Draco remained leaning against the wall, and didn't bother looking up at Harry. He just grunted in response.

Harry turned on his heels and left, whipping away tears he never realized had left his eyes in the first place.