My Heroin Girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of places from JK Rowling's 'Harry Potter'. And I do not own any of the songs used in this fic.
Note I have re-vamped this chapter and am most likely going to ad some more pretty soon.
This does not mean I have stopped writing 'summer of emerald silk and black lace' I am just temporarily indisposed to write more –But do not worry I will update it ASAP!.
Epilogue
All eyes turned to the doors as they swung open and in swayed Draco Malfoy; a half empty bottle of Fire Whisky was in his hand and he looked like he had more then just that one. The great hall was silent as he came stumbling in, he was laughing about something, and the people closest could see tear marks on his dirty face, his hair was messed up and his shirt was ripped with half the buttons undone or lost.
He rubbed his forehead quickly before taking another swig from the bottle, "Well! Lookie here! Every sodding person in the school! Did you miss me?" he paused and swayed quickly on his feet before looking around the room again. "Oh look, and there's Dumbledore, how are you my dear fucking friend? Ruin any one else's lives lately?" he shouted bitterly, before laughing some what hysterically and heading towards the Gryffindor table.
All of his aristocratic posture and grace were gone and were replaced with raw emotion and pain that floated off him in waves. In his drunken state he started singing a song loudly –their song- stopping every now and again to take another swig from the bottle. He laughed again as he walked between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables.
"I used to know a girl, she had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo…" again he took a swig from the bottle before he jumped up onto the Ravenclaw table.
"We'd drink that Mexican beer We'd live on Mexican food" in his mind he remembered the days where he would sit with her in the dirty flat as they ate take away food from plastic containers before they made love.
He began walking down the table not caring that he stood on all the food or knocked over people's goblets. He stopped walking as he whispered
"I wish I could go back Yes, back in time" before he kept walking as though completely forgetting what he had just said,
"Hermione used to be the kind of girl that you would never leave, She'd do anything to give me what I need for my disease" he laughed at the private joke they had shared, before shouting loudly "SHE'D DO ANYTHING." he jumped to the Gryffindor table and walked along as he had done with the Ravenclaw's.
Seamus and Dean tried to pull him off the table, but he simply pulled his wand out and smiled drunkenly, as though as though daring them to try it; he danced slowly down the table with his eyes closed, taking another swig of the whisky
"I can hear them talking in the real world" he opened his eyes and looked up as he smiled and continued walking down the table; he seemed to be in his own world, filled with memories and days passed with Hermione.
He paused and looked down at Pavarti and lavender and Ginny who were watching him in humourless fascination.
"But they don't understand that I'm happy in hell, With my heroin girl" he laughed at their shocked faces before drinking more of the burning whisky, a vision of his father shouting at him came to mind. Him and his stupid family rules, he had no idea!
"I am losing myself in a white-trash hell. Lost inside a heroin girl" he laughed, again taking another swig, again some of the students tried to move him but he muttered simple charms and they all stopped trying, the rest of the school were too fascinated or disgusted with what they were seeing to do anything; Dumbledore included.
"They found her out in the fields…" Dumbledore slowly got up and started heading to the side door, Draco watched as the old man that had destroyed their life together try and leave. He raised his voice so Dumbledore could hear perfectly.
"About a mile from home" fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as Dumbledore looked up and locked eyes with him.
"Her face was warm from the sun, But her body was cold" Draco almost seemed sober before he downed nearly the rest of the bottle and held it in his hands
"I heard the policeman say, Just another overdose" Even across the hall Draco saw Dumbledore close his eyes and sigh "JUST ANOTHER OVERDOSE!" Draco shouted as he flung the bottle at his headmaster and watched as it shattered on the wall right next to him, there was a collected gasp from the students and teachers but still Draco didn't care and continued to shout,
"Hermione used to be the kind of lover you would never leave" his voice was filed with spite as it echoed around the great hall.
"She'd do anything to give me what I need for my disease" he kicked the plates and goblets nearest to him against the wall watching as the food dripped down the wall, "She would do anything." he swayed on the spot and put his hand on his head as his mind filled with images of her lying there he slowly fell back onto the ground, there was silence for a moment more before people started to react.
The school was going crazy with the stories; people congregated in corners and gossiped, talking in low voices as if they were the only ones that were discussion the display in the great hall that morning.
Harry watched from grand staircase, he sighed as yet another student looked at him curiously before scurrying off.
He headed slowly towards the hospital wing where Draco Malfoy was being kept.
Madam Pomfrey glanced up as the door to the infirmary door banged closed.
"If you're going to cause trouble like your friend Mr Weasley, you had better leave." Harry looked at her in the face and saw the small lines of stress covering her features, for the first time he realised how old she must be.
"I'm not, I just want to talk to him." The nurse studied him carefully before nodding towards a sealed off section of the hospital. "Thank you." He murmured before heading towards the section listening to his own footsteps echo around the near empty hospital wing.
As he drew closer he could hear gentle humming, he couldn't pin the song but he knew it defiantly wasn't the one he had heard this morning in the great hall. He pulled the curtain back just enough to let himself slip in before closing it tightly behind him.
"Do you recon Hermione would have liked the public display this morning?" he asked coolly to his long time rival. He watched as Draco smirked gently before looking down at his hands that rested on his lap, then glanced back up.
"She knew how I got when I was drunk." They sat in silence for a moment longer before Harry spoke again.
"Tell me." He didn't look away from the window that held both boys gaze though there was nothing outside that could be seen from their current positions besides the white puffy clouds and light blue sky.
"Tell you what Potter?" Draco asked after a moment of silence.
"Tell me how. How she knew what you were like drunk, how you knew her better then I ever could. Tell me what happened." Draco looked down from the window and back at his hands that rested on his lap; he played with the ring on his pinkie and smiled softly.
"From the beginning?" he asked. His voice was slightly rougher then it was a moment before, but Harry could hear a hint of pleasure within it.
"Yeah, from the start." Draco let out a gently chuckle as heard those words, he instantly remembered every time Hermione had commented that he was better educated then to use cheap words like 'yeah' and 'start', and he would always comment that to live like rock stars they must talk like rock stars-that always made her laugh.
They sat in silence for a while and Harry felt as though Draco had some how denied his request without his knowing.
"You know how with most stories, you don't know the rightful beginning?" Harry nodded dumbly not wanting to interrupt now that Draco was talking, "it's not the case with this story, I know the exact moment it all began, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I can still hear every syllable; hear how her voice reverberated off the stone walls. I never knew sound could seem so haunting before, but yet so perfect at the same time." Draco closed his eyes and leaned back against the hospital pillows like he was sinking into a cloud of his memories.
"I'd had a shit day, I can't really remember what was wrong; just know I felt like crap." He paused, frowning slightly. "Not like that was really a change, I kept feeling progressively worst as the years went on.
"It was the last week of school, the teachers were trying to stuff more work down our throats even though we had completed our OWLS, you know how they do it" he paused briefly and glanced at Harry to see his affirming nod "I'd gone down to one of the lower chambers in the dungeons –not many people went there, the other houses were too frightened of the dungeons and the Slytherin's were all to lazy to go any further then our common room. I was pissed off at Pansy for something I believe and I just wanted to get away.
I transfigured a chair into a piano, I don't know why exactly I wanted to play piano at that moment, in truth I mainly play guitar, but for some reason that day I just wanted the melodic tunes of a piano.
I'd got lost in the music –Hermione always said I did that a lot- I didn't hear the footsteps coming and I had forgotten to put a silencing spell up. I was so emersed that I didn't notice when the door opened." Harry watched as draco closed his eyes and continued the story "I only noticed her presence when I head her voice- I don't know where the lyrics came from, she said it was from some muggle song her mum used to play a lot –said they suited the song I was playing- when she started singing I looked up at her, and for the first time I saw her, I really saw her. She had closed her eyes and was listening to the song, letting the words flow from her lips –she was stunning.
We played together for about an hour, and after that we sat in silence before she got up to leave. I had to know where she learnt to sing, I just had to.
'Where'd you learn to sing like that?' she had blushed and shrugged –she was always modest about that talent, not her smarts of her grades, just her voice. She was scared shitless some one would find out how good she was. She said she always sang in the shower."
Draco paused and looked at Harry "I didn't know she could sing." Harry stated and Draco nodded
"I know"