Hey everyone! This is the first story I have written that held these issues. It is going to cover things that are very strong and graphic so if you are not ok with reading about drug use, sex, violence, and alcohol then I suggest you don't continue. Thanks!
Of course I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Chapter 1
Flashing strobe lights, sweating bodies, deafeningly loud music, and alcohol. This was all Draco Malfoy had come into contact with over the past two months. It's the summer before his seventh and final year at Hogwarts and he was taking full advantage of the freedom. Bars and parties with friends were the only places Draco was free to do what and whom he wanted.
For the first few weeks of the break, Draco and his gang hung mostly too the magical community. The trouble with this was that Draco, with his platinum blond hair and devastatingly good looks was easily recognized. He had never had a problem getting women till now. No one wanted to be seen openly with a Death Eater's son.
As it was, Lucius had been pressuring Draco to get the Dark Mark himself. That's why he had to escape to the music, dancing, and intoxicants. He was trying to prolong the inevitable; he knew that one day he was going to be branded just like His followers; this he had no choice in the matter. He figured the longer he could put it off the more of a chance Potter would finally complete his destiny and rid the world of Voldemort and all his followers including his disgusting father.
But for now his dear ole dad was alive and well and continuously pestering Draco to finally take that large step. This in turn forced Draco away and to find outlets for his anger, lust, and pain. Whether it is powder, liquid, or female, he had no problem finding outlets for his emotions.
Since the option of going to magic bars was out of the question, Draco had to resort to muggle hangouts which was something he never thought he would do. They did have their perks though; he found some amazing new drinks, experienced the best high yet, and the muggle girls were always ready for a good lay. All in all he could not complain with being forced to find his pleasures in the muggle world.
The first time a muggle invited Draco back to one of the bathrooms for a bit of privacy, he was completely revolted by her, fearing she would damage his precious pure blood. Three drinks and a line of coke later he willing let her lead him off the dance floor. It was rough, violent, and quick.
The following day, as he thought back on the previous night he assumed he would feel different, tainted somehow but all he felt was the beginning of an arousal at the thought of the feisty burnet. 'Maybe using them wouldn't be so bad,' he thought.
He was currently three days out from his trip back to school for the final time. He was lying in bed trying to decide where to venture that night. His new favorite spot was a muggle club located in a shabby part of town called Cravings. He was gently sipping on a glass of Firewhisky; you never went to these things completely sober.
He would have to get out of bed very soon if he wanted to tell his best mate, Blaise Zambini, where to meet him. After drowning the last gulp, he rose and sauntered over to the fireplace where he threw in a handful of floo powder and clearly stated Zambini Manor, Blaise's room.
Heavy breathing and moaning greeted Draco's ears as he stepped out of the green flames. The room reeked of sweat and sex, just as his own did. A mass of blond hair was being flung about and a bare leg poked out from under the covers. Draco neither felt embarrassed or compelled to turn away by his untimely intrusion. It seemed that every time he traveled to Blaise's he was bedding someone, usually muggles that were too drunk, high, or a mixture of both that they did not find it odd that they traveled from one side of London to the other in a blink of an eye. With the threat of Voldemort looming over the Ministries heads they found other things more concerning than underage magic so they were essentially free to do as they pleased.
A minute or two passed as Draco stood watching the two on the bed. Blaise must have not cared immediately that someone else was in the room because it took a while for him to acknowledge this friend. From within the moaning Draco was able to make out a rough voice.
"What?" Blaise said heavily still kissing the unknown blond.
The girl on top of him stopped confused and turned to find Draco standing in front of the fireplace, hands in his pockets looking like he had never been more bored in his entire life.
She gave a slight scream and rolled off Blaise clutching the sheets around her. With a grunt of frustration at the sudden stop in touching, the Italian boy rose up to rest on his elbows.
"What?" he repeated.
"Tonight we are going to Cravings, 11 o'clock. Meet me in the abandoned hotel behind it." They had chosen certain rural areas around town to apparate to and from.
"Fine, now shoo," Blaise said dismissing Draco with a flick of his wrist. Draco did not move however. He was too busy watching the blond woman look back at him with lusty eyes. She looked from his polished black leather shoes up to his shaggy platinum hair. She licked her lips suggestively.
Blaise let out another frustrated huff seeing this and lying back flat he spoke.
"Fine, come on."
Draco smirked at the girl and began to pull his clothing off. He usually did not care for blonds reminding him too much of his own family but the looks this one was throwing at Draco greatly tempted him.
Completely nude he crawled onto the occupied kind bed as the moaning resumed.