It had been too long. Almost two days since his last hit. Draco felt like he was dying, but thank god he'd finally gotten ahold of Charlie. He huddled in the corner of the abandoned house, sucking it up as quick as he could, eyes on the others. Disgusting addicts, trying to get their hands on what was his. Charlie's charlie, he thought suddenly with a muffled giggle. It was quite the coincidence. He wondered if his parents thought of that when they gave him the name. Bad form, naming your kids after drugs.
Charlie was beautiful. One of the reasons Draco stared buying was so that he'd have an excuse to see him. He wasn't going to turn around and sell it after that; he'd paid good money for the cocaine, and plus it had been with Charlie. Charlie had touched this, with his own hands. Charlie had put it in the small plastic bag, Charlie had carried it in his coat pocket, Charlie had handed it to him. The next logical step would be to use it, so he could carry this small piece of Charlie around with him in his body. Sometimes, he dreamed that Charlie did the same with his money, but he knew it was stupid. Even when he was high, he knew it was only a fantasy. Why would someone as exhalted as Charlie, who could probably have any man or woman he wanted, settle for a user like him?
AN: This is for Week 1: Fireworks Show in Camp Potter II. One of the couples you could do was Draco/Charlie, which is was I picked. Originally, I wanted to change the prompt so that Charlie was not Charlie Weasley but instead cocaine, but I was told that wasn't allowed. I still managed, to incorporate the idea, though, and I think it went alright.
He didn't know that he wasn't addicted, though, not to the cocaine. He didn't care about the the drugs. He was addicted to the feel of Charlie's rough fingers as his hand brushed his when he passed off the baggie. He craved the knowledge that he carried tiny particles of Charlie inside of him. More than anything, he desired those rare times when the high delivered him pictures of Charlie. In his hallucinations, Charlie did anything he wanted. Sometimes, he could get high enough that he actually believed it was him.
Draco wanted him. He knew he could have him, too, if he just told him all of this. Charlie would get it, Charlie would give him at least a chance. Charlie would love him. Once I sober up, he promised himself, I'll go see him. I'll tell him everything.
Draco was too far gone by now to remember that he made this very same promise every time.