"Heroin"
Draco walked into the room in his best dress robes. Black silk, hung from his lithe frame, nearly touching the ground, parting just enough to see his shiny leather shoes as he took off his gloves, stowing them in his pocket. Despite the repulsive appearance of the outside the inside was quite well lit. He expected nothing less from a den of deah eaters. It took a drop of his pure blood and several words to get the door to open and reveal this marvelous environment. Marble floors, crystal hanging from everywhere as if it was dripping from the ceiling to produce light. Warmth coming from balls of fire floating up near the crystals causing them to be even more radiant. The floor glittered and matched the ivory piano to his left. He walked past a violinist violently moving with every change in note, bending in half, flailing back up, eyes shut ever so lightly producing the most wonderful sounds accompanied by a pianist. Draco closed his eyes for a moment and imagined that every stroke of the piano sounded like when a drop of water drips from the faucet and into a deep sink. Sticattoed and beautiful.
Snapping out of his daze as a woman walked up to him, corset so tight she appeared to have been poured in to it and was spilling out all over the laced edges, scaled red and black dragon hide tightly pulling her together creating a delicious hour glass figure. The boning of it on the outside, real dragon bones. Her black hair curled and wild, a kind of organized chaos like his aunt Bellatrix. Her plump, garishly blood red lipstick coloured lips curled into a kitten like smile as she lifted the edges of her ridiculously thick equally red skirt and layers of black peticote and curtsied to Draco, reaching her hand out, palm to the floor, waiting for him to take it.
"I know it's hardly proper for a woman to ask a man but, would you mind dancing? I do love the piano."
Draco kept his apathetic Malfoy patented arched eyebrow and slight frown, but reached his hand out all the same after a moment of disapprovingly eyeing her pale boney hand in his face. Bowing, he then walked with her to the center of the dance floor.
She pressed herself flush up against him. Where as before she was simply spilling out, now she was gushing over the top of her corset, breasts nearly touching Draco's chin. He turned his head and put a hand on her waist, lifting the one that was still holding her hand and began to glide, attempting to hide his disgust by letting his mind wander to the piano again.
"Mr. Malfoy..." The woman practically moaned into his ear, her breath rolling thickly down his neck.
"I assume you're here because you wanted in on the i new meati", she hissed. An evil giggle escaping her causing her nearly unbearable cleavage to jiggle like so much pudding in a large bowl.
"You assume correctly."
He spun her.
"I was promised this one."
She spun back in to Draco, nearly knocking him over and certainly knocking the air out of him with a light 'oof'.
She inhaled deeply and sighed,
"You smell like lilies..."
"I'm not telling you again, I'm not interested." He spun her again, keeping his voice and face flat, and apathetic.
She smiled.
"You're not so much better than me."
Draco snorted,
"I'm a Malfoy, of course I am."
Her smile got wider as she slowly leaned her head on Draco's shoulder.
"Just tell me where to go." He snarled.
She giggled.
"But the song isn't over yet!"
"Why they put you in charge of anything is beyond me."
She sighed, hugging Draco nearer,
"They trust my womans intuition, I suppose."
"I trust you about as far as I can throw you."
He spun her again. The music came to a dramatic, loud end and the floor cleared as the silence was filled with chatter.
They casually walked over tot he table where she poured two glasses of punch.
Anyone we've connected to the murders? a voice rang in his head.
Draco's head snaped around, scanning the crowd like a hawk.
No
A glass was pressed in to his hand, he asbently sipped from it, welcoming the familiar burn.
At least there's alcohol in this, thank Merlin.
There was a snort followed by laugher
We need you sober, Malfoy.
Have you seen this beast clawing at me? Not on your life.
He downed the glass.
"The one that I'm getting tonight, it's that healer girl from the aper that went missing, correct?"
"Yes!" The woman hopped.
"They took her right out of her filthy little muggle home with her filthy little muggle husband and blood traitor children." she hissed.
"For what I got charged I'd expect a muggle." Draco mumbled handing her the glass back and gesturing for more.
Malfoy!
Hey now, this occlumency is supposed to be for communication not for you to eaves drop on my every word and thought.
"Young master Malfoy", a voice rasped.
He turned to see silver hair cascading over pointed shoulders, dripping down the the bowing mans face as he looked up.
He recognised the mans face as a friend of his fathers and bowed.
"I wasn't aware the Malfoys indulged in such...less than savory events. I heard you were captured by the ministry. Shouldn't you be in Azkaban right now for having the mark and aiding the dark lord?" He stood and smirked, leaning heavily on his silver cane.
"I was capable of convincing them that due to my age I wasn't to be held accountable for what I did to save myself or my family." Draco chuckled lightly.
"Potter's always had a weak spot for his school mates, I mean look around you." He snatched the glass from the woman without looking at her and waved his hand towards the crowd of young face.
"Practically everyone here graduated with me and is continuing their parents work in abolishing mixed blood and muggle borns. They had a chance to stop us and they didn't."
The tall man smiled,
"Your father is so proud, I am sure."
"I was a key part in getting them in the school that night, without me, none of it could've happened. The dark lord trusted me implicitely." Draco said with his nose in the air, sipping from the glass.
"God this is horrid stuff, who couldn't put in a few extra Galleons to get the good shit?"
The man shrugged.
"Well, I must continue socializing. You understand?" and with that he swooshed off, his cloak swinging in a Snape-like fashion. Draco's heart tugged at the thought of his lost Proffessor.
He took a few more large gulps of his drink and the woman grabbed his hand and began to pull him towards a dark staircase.
"Hey where do you think you..." His tongue felt heavy. Too heavy.
"Is this where you're keeping the woman? When did I get my property?"
"Oh Draco, Draco, Dearest sweety. I promise, as soon as you wake up...you'll have a woman. One you will never forget." She smiled down at him, placing her lips on his.
Drunk already?...no...no this tastes worse than it did before...
She tugged him up the steps and tossed him into a large arm chair, casting a binding charm on his arms.
"Wha a you doinnn..."
He heard her laughter and the muffled cries of another woman and a light flickered over in the corner. He caught someone bound and gagged, tied to a chair, wrists behind her, legs to the legs of the chair. It was the witch he had purchased.
Potter... if you can hear me... I've located Maggie Mcvigory. She's bound... I am too. She drugged me I'm losing consciousness.
"Honestly, I thought it would be harder..." the corsetted woman paced between the two of them.
"What with your school expertise in potions... Severus would be so disappointed."
Potter...Potter...POTTER. CAN YOU HEAR ME?
"It was a basic love potion hidden behind some whiskey... tsktsktsk" She shook her head, still pacing, arms behind herself.
She neared Draco, cupping his face with her blood red nails digging in to his cheek bones.
"And when you wake up..." She brushed her lips against his.
"You will see her. And love her. Forever. So strongly..." She dug her nails in to his face to a point that should've hurt, but his face had become numb and his tongue so lax he couldn't speak. He was rapidly losing control over his neck muscles and his face sagged, resting in her hands and she smiled sweetly.
"Love her the way you wouldn't love me." She dropped his face and reached back, smacking him as hard as she could. Her metal ring cutting his face and drawing blood.
All Draco could do was roll his eyes up towards her and glare, mouth slack and open.
"And then you can watch me kill her." Her face broke out into that insane smile again and she hopped, jumped, skipped back over to the sobbing woman. A flick of her wand brought her chair so close to Draco their knees were touching.
'It will be ok' he tried to mouth to her, but only managed to drool down his chin.
"You will pine after her for the rest of your life. Her and only her. Until the lonely emptiness eats you alive..." She cast a glance over her shoulder at him,
"Just like it's eaten me..."
Black enveloped him and his senses. Deep, cold, darkness.
"Do you have her apprehended?"
"Yes sir."
"And what about McVigory?"
"On her way to St. Mungo's. What would you like done with Malfoy?"
He heard a sigh.
Arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt an electric surge and his eyes snapped open staring straight in to green ones. Magic crackled along the top of his flesh. Goose bums breaking out all over and he shivered.
"no." Draco slurred.
"NO" He snapped his eyes back shut, shoving Harry away and dropping himself to the floor. He stumbled up and backed away, hands over his eyes.
"Malfoy... What are you doing?" Draco approached him.
"NO NO NO STAY BACK! SHE GAVE ME A LOVE POTION!."
Harry froze.
"and... now you're in love with her?"
"...No... She said when I woke up...Whoever I saw first."
Harry gasped and turned his back to Draco, as if this would undo or fix something.
Assistance needed on floor two, injury, needs transportation. Draco heard ring through his head.
Healers trotted up, levitating him and appirating to the hospital.
"You can uncover your eyes, you've already seen someone." a healer muttered at him.
"We'll need to draw some blood to figure out what exact ingredients were used."
Draco flung his arm over the side. It had been a few hours and other than obsessing over the idea of possibly obsessing over Harry Potter, he...really didn't feel any different at all.
"...is there a window open... I smell grass? That cannot possibly be sanitary in a healing envinronment."
"No sir."
A needle pricks his arm.
His mind began to wander to the potion, the situation, how dangerous it was, how much danger he had been in, how stupid it was to go alone, how he should've gone with someone else, how Harry shouldn't have let the minister convince him that Draco would be fine on his own...Wait... When did anyone discuss with him the possibility of not going alone? The minister simply told him that if he cracked this case they could finally strike him from the records and allow him to walk free with no time in Azkaban and continue his career as an Auror. Suddenly he found himself entirely panic stricken and he had no idea why.
"Where's Potter?" he asked as calmly as possible.
"Outside the door in the hall, would you like him to come in here? We told him not to wander because we didn't know how the potion would effect you."
She removed the needle from his arm and carried off 3 vials of blood.
Harry walked in, head down, eyes trained on the floor, but in a straight line to Draco's bed.
"So..." Harry said scratching his head, sitting next to Draco's bed.
"Feel anything... unpleasant yet?"
Draco stared at Harry really very hard.
"I''m so full of anxiety I think I may burst. Which is relatively uncharacteristic for me. But do I want to jump your bones..."
He tipped his head to the side and examened Harry closely.
"No..." He mumbled.
Harry sighed and a huge wave of relief washed over Draco, so intense he nearly fell back asleep.
"She probably did something wrong. She wasn't exactly the brightest witch in our grade... And we did get her and the victim.. So technically your trial is over and you've helped us stop this muggle trading ring..."
Draco squirmed, he was beginning to feel awkward and like he was speaking too much... But he wasn't speaking, Harry was.
"Somehow once she got you upstairs the occlumancy ended and we couldn't communicate with you anymore."
He was wracked with guilt.
"I'm sorry..."
Draco felt his throat tighten and constrict and cramp and he choked a little as his cheeks puckered and his eyes began to burn. Was he going to cry? Over what?
Oh no. She must've...gotten to him before we got there. Oh no oh no oh Merlin I'm going to have to tell them to get out a rape kit and-
"Potter I can bloody well hear you and she did no such thing thank you very much!" Draco folded his arms and began to feel a blush crawl up his face as he looked up just in time to see Harry's ears turning bright pink.
"I... said that outloud?"
Good lord Harry get a hold of yourself, you'll have to take some time off if they think you've lost it.
"Trust me Potter, I've known for a while that you lost it."
"..I didn't say that.. I know I didn't."
Suddenly Draco became very nauseated.
"Maybe you've been using the occlumancy too long and forgot to detach, I think I can still hear your thoughts." Draco suggested, rubbing his stomach to try and calm down the need to vomit.
"I feel like someone's shot me with adrenaline, I'm twitchy and anxious and I just can't stop...FEELING."
"The occlumancy ended when you went upstairs Draco..."
"But I heard you call to the healers."
"But you couldn't hear me speaking after you went upstairs...I couldn't hear YOU. It's why we busted in and ruined a perfectly good opportunity to get all those death eaters at once, we weren't sure if you were dead or not."
Draco scrunched up his face as his heart skipped a beat and he heard, while looking straight at Harry's unmoving mouth.
Oh bloody fucking hell.
Draco's mouth fell open.
"Potter..."
Harry locked eyes with Draco, a clammy sweat breaking out over his body as he instinctively cracked his knuckles.
yes? Harry thought.
"Oh my... I can hear you... you thinking!" Draco shrieked.
Harry reached out and smashed his fist on the bed side table and Draco grabbed his own hand,
"OW BLOODY HELL YOU MORON WHY... wait you hit your own hand...mines throbbing...oh no oh no oh no..." Draco grabbed either side of his head.
A healer bustled in, slamming the doors open and holding sheets of lab results.
"Mr. Malfoy... we don't know exactly what she thought she was making but...this is certainly not a love potion...It looks like it was supposed to be...Amortentia but she just... did it wrong?"
"Yes, we have figured out that it is not a love potion. So what is it?" Draco demanded, rubbing his forehead as he began to get the world worst headache, looking over and catching Harry pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting off a migraine. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Well.. it's got wrong levels of things...Seems to be more... Well we just don't know I'm sorry."
Draco felt himself go pale and Harry covered his face just in time to miss Draco leaning over the other side of his bed and vomit on the floor out of the sheer intensity of his own anxiety and Harry's mixing into a nasty concocsion.