Summary: The war on the wizarding world has ended, but Draco Malfoy's personal war has only begun. When he almost dies of an overdose, and gets sent to rehab, will he be able to quit his habit? Will Harry Potter, mind healer, be able to save him? Does he even want to be saved?

EDIT 5/24/13: I didn't change much in this chapter, mainly the beginning and end, and rewording things.

Author's Note: Hello again. This is the first chapter. ^-^ Sorry it took so long, I got sick, and wasn't able to go online. I hope this is okay… I'm never very good with dialogue and human interaction in my stories. I'm trying to get better, but I'm not sure if I succeeded… Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review, and tell me what is wrong, or what you like, or just any random thing you'd like to say. Just so I know people are reading my story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Not the song, not the characters. Hell, I don't even own my own soul. I sold that to Satan for a hamburger. So, as you can see, nothing is mine. So, you can't sue me. Got it?

~DracoMalfoy456~

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

-Hurt, by Nine Inch Nails/Johnny Cash.

He looked around, fear and dread filling his heart. He didn't want to be here. Here, mere feet from this run down clinic, full of people trying to 'help.' He just wanted to be home, safe and semi-happy, not on his way to the gallows. He looked around desperately for an escape, but there was no use. The steal grip on his arm wouldn't let him go.

He had just been released from St. Mungo's three days ago, under the strong recommendation he go to rehab. However, he initially refused, and went home, since they couldn't force him to go. Why should he go? It's not like it mattered. Nothing really mattered. But, to pushy ex-best-friends, it apparently did, and now he was being dragged forcefully into hell. He knew Blaise hated him, but this was just too much.

"Merlin, Draco, stop struggling! Honestly, it's not that bad, it's only for a few months, and then you can be home again!" Blaise said agitatedly.

"Leave me alone! Go away Blaise, I don't need you, I'm fine by myself! Stop pretending you care, and go! I'll be fine home alone!" He shouted, as his struggles continued desperately. He hated hospitals, and didn't want to stay there for the next three months, being told his addiction was wrong. It isn't wrong! I need it, why can't they see that?

Blaise scoffed, "You nearly died, Draco. If I left you alone now, you'd just do it again, and I won't let that happen. Besides, I know you've been using again! It's been what? Three days since you nearly died? So stop being a stubborn ass, and just get in there!"

"Why bother? No one would care if I just died! They'd be glad! Just let me go! Goddammit Blaise!" He struggled harder as they got closer and closer to the front doors. The years of inactivity and drug abuse made him weak and kittenish, which he now regretted desperately.

"I'd care you idiot! This isn't you; you've got to see that! Now stay still, people are starting to stare! Don't make me hex you!"

Draco continued to struggle, but not as much as he had been a minute before. He knew would actually go through with that threat, even though he was lying about caring. He didn't care. No one cared.

As they entered the clinic, his heart rate sped up. He hated this. He wanted to be home. Not here. Anywhere but here. Here, they'd tell him what was wrong in his life, and then they'd take away the only thing that kept him sane anymore. They'd probably hurt him, as well, because of what he was. He hated this.

"Hello sirs. What may I help you with today?" The receptionist, a busty blonde, asked. As if you don't already know, Draco thought bitterly. Why else would someone be in this hellhole?

"I'm here to admit my friend." Blaise said, gesturing to Draco, whose arm he still had a firm grip on. If he held on any tighter, his arm would lose its circulation, Draco was sure of it.

"First and last name?"

"Draco Malfoy"

The receptionist looked up at that, and took a quick look at the reclusive blond, before looking back down, and taking a clipboard filled with forms. Draco scowled.

"Very well, Mr.…"

"Zabini"

"Yes. Well, here you go. If there is no next of kin, just write your own name down, and we'll make sure to contact you in case of an emergency. We'd been told he'd be in one of these days, so we've already got a room ready for him. I'll have Janet take him back, if that's alright with you."

"Sure. Take him back. The quicker he gets in, the sooner he can leave, which he desperately wants to do." Blaise said in a slight drawl, beginning to fill out the paperwork. Draco glared at him, almost hating his 'friend', who could be so blasé about this. Not like it's his life that's going to be changed.

After a minute of glaring, and sulking, Draco looked at the witch who came up to him with distrust, the smile upon her face so fake; it hurt him to look at.

"Come along Mr. Malfoy, we need to get you settled in." The witch with the fake smile said. He shook his head firmly.

"No thanks. I'm fine, really. I don't need to be here, so I think I'll leave now. I'm really fine, Blaise is just overreacting. I'm fine." Draco babbled, fear filling him as he back away from the approaching witch. He hated it here. Why couldn't he just go home?

"Mr. Malfoy, don't worry, you'll be fine here. All you have to do is sit in a nice room, talk to a few of our counselors, and spend an hour a day in our recreation room. It's not that bad. You'll like it here." The false smile witch said in a fake sugary voice. Draco decided he hated her.

"Thanks, but no thanks, it sounds nice, but I'd prefer to be home, so I'll just be going now," he said in a light drawl, as he backed up more. He got back only five steps, before his way was blocked by two huge wizards. He cursed under his breath.

"Come along Mr. Malfoy, you'll be fine here. You'll be out before you know it." The wizard on the right said. Draco didn't believe him, but could do nothing as they gently pulled him away, towards a hallway, filled with credentials of the Healers and medi-witches and wizards. He looked around desperately, finally letting his gaze land on his one-time friend, who watched him go with a cool-detachment. He left his nearly pleading gaze on him, until he went through the door at the end of the hallway. Then he was all alone once more.

"Come along Mr. Malfoy, your room is just over here." One of the wizards said, tugging him gently to the right. Draco went with him without a complaint. What was the point now? His only hope was escape, and to do that, he had to make them think he was compliant. As they walked, Draco looked around, and sneered lightly at the faded walls, and the bright fluorescent lights. He didn't even know why they used muggle lighting. It was distasteful. All it did was make the aging building look more washed out. As he passed, he could briefly see a room full of people walking around, and playing games. He assumed this was the recreation room.

By the time he reached his new room, he officially hated the place. Though, to be fair, he had hated it before he even stepped foot in it, but now he hated it more, with its broken, beaten furniture, and it's faded wall paper. His room wasn't any better, but it at least had a few personal items, like his silk bed sheets, and comforter. And he had no roommate, though they said that may change. He sincerely hoped it wouldn't. He didn't like others. They didn't seem to like him much either.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, here is your room. I hope you find it to your liking. If there is anything you need, ask one of the medi-witches or wizards. Tomorrow at noon you will be seeing one of our best counselors and Healer. He usually only works three days a week, but has recently started working here full time. He will be your Healer, and your counselor. You will meet with him three days a week for private sessions, and two for group sessions. Now, you should get some rest, and when you wake, you'll be able to meet your Healer. Goodnight, Mr. Malfoy."

With that, the two wizards left Draco sitting there, staring blankly at the wall, his mind filling him with defeat, and helplessness. So, this was to be his life for now on. Sitting on this bed, wondering when his life went so downhill. Obsessing on what he could have done differently. Wishing Blaise hadn't gotten there in time…

Feeling tired, and worn down, Draco lied down, and attempted to sleep, but like always, it wouldn't come. He tossed and turned for hours, before managing to fall into a restless, fitful sleep, broken images of terror and fear plaguing him, like always.

When he awoke an hour or two later, he felt worse than he had in a long while. Weak, tired and overheated, he ran to the small bathroom, and threw up his meager lunch. Shaking, he stood, and rinsed his mouth. Returning to his bed after a few moments of staring at his pale reflection, he sat down, and stared blankly at the wall, trying to make the sick feeling pass.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there stood a figure Draco only saw in dreams and newspaper's these days. The chances that this figure was actually standing in his room was so preposterous, that he was positive he was hallucinating, and the figure would disappear in a few seconds.

But it never did. It just stood there, staring back, almost as if it was as shocked to see him, as he was to see it. A few moments passed, before it came closer, and said two simple words that would change his life forever.

"Hello Malfoy."