Summary: Draco Malfoy has a problem. Harry Potter is the only one who cares enough to fix it. Will he be able to save Draco from himself? Does Draco even want him to? Broken and lost, he may have no choice. Deals with drug abuse.
Author's Note: I'M NOT DEAD YET. Just felt like saying that. ^-^ Sorry it's been a while to those of you who like this story, I've had really bad writer's block, and it took me forever just to come up with this. ._. It's not the best, but it's all I can come up with. Up next should be a Harry chapter, which usually is easier to write for me. Oh, I brought Phil back. Did you guys like him? I think he'll be a semi-main character.
Anyway, review! Tell me what you think, please. Even if you hate it, as long as you state why calmly, and rationally, I'll love to hear about it. Thanks Lovelies. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know, I really don't have to do this… I mean, this is FANFICTION . net. But, Disclaimers are fun to do. I can write funny ways about why I don't own the story, or why you're insane if you think I do… I kept seeing other writers doing it, and though why should they have all the fun? And so here we are. Anyway: I OWN NOTHING. THAT'S IT, NOTHING. NO THINGS ARE OWNED BY ME. THAT IS ALL.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
-Hurt, by Nine Inch Nails/Johnny Cash.
"Potter for the last time, I'm not telling you my fucking life story." the irritable Blond said, as he laid down on the too cushy chair. Harry looked down at him, unamused.
"Malfoy, you want to get out of here, right? Well, then you need to actually talk to me. Every meeting, you manage to avoid talking about your past, either by wasting both our time by complaining about the food or beds, or by simply ignoring me! It's been two weeks, Draco, and it's time to start talking to me. I only want to get you better, I won't tell anyone, I promise!" Harry said with exasperation, rubbing his temples in hopes of ridding himself of the migraine he knew was coming. He always got migraines during his meetings with Draco.
Draco looked away from Harry, his jaw set, trying to find a way out of this. A minute passed, before he heard Harry sigh.
"Malfoy, please? I want you to get better, and just sitting here won't help you. Maybe-maybe you could close your eyes, and pretend I'm someone else? Someone you trust?" Harry asked, obviously at his wits end.
"I trust no one, Potter, so that wouldn't work."
"What about Blaise? Surely you trust him, he's your best friend, is he not?" Harry asked in confusion. He watched the blond, who started fidgeting, with a scowl on his face.
"I once thought I could trust him, but he betrayed me. I don't trust anyone." Draco said darkly, his eyes cold and hard. Harry frowned, picking up his pen, ready to start writing.
"And just how did he betray you?"
Draco's head shot up, and he glared at Harry, scowl still on his face.
"Don't think I don't know what you are doing, Potter. I'm not telling you anything, which is final." Draco spat. Harry sighed, and started rubbing his temples once more.
"Malfoy, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just trying to help." After seeing the Blonde's expression hadn't changed, Harry changed tactics. "How's this; tell me what you meant about Blaise, and I'll convince Mrs. Masters to get you a new mattress. I know how much you hate your current one, since that's all you ever talk about." He said drily, looking at Draco expectantly.
"You're bribing me, Potter?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk on his face, the first one in years. "Isn't that against the Mind-Healer code?"
"If it gets you to talk, it'll be worth it. Now, are we agreed?"
A few moments later, Draco said, "I'm not easily bought, Potter. Get me the new mattress, and a box of Honeydukes Best Chocolate, and you've got yourself a deal."
"Fine. Now, talk." Harry said, feeling tired, but smug. It had been a long two weeks, as he tried unsuccessfully to coax Draco into talking. It didn't help that whenever the former Slytherin did something reminiscent of his old self, he got a funny twist in his stomach. He decided it was just the feeling of success.
With a sigh, Draco fidgeted lightly, before he began to talk.
"I've known Blaise for years, ever since we were children. He is the closest thing I've got to a brother. In our sixth year, I shut everyone out. Everyone but him. I had tried to, but he kept pushing me, until I finally told him everything. I told him all about my-my task, and how terrified I was, and how I never wanted to be a Death Eater, and how I secretly wished you'd defeat Him, making everything better again. I foolishly thought he'd never tell anyone, but shortly after my failed task, They came to me, and during my-my punishments, they taunted me with things I'd only told Blaise, things no one else could ever know, since I am an advanced occlumens, and nothing can penetrate my mind. I trusted him, and he made me a fool. I won't be doing it again."
"Draco, I wouldn't do that to you. For one, I can't. To become a Healer, you have to take an oath, swearing to not reveal anything regarding your patient, no matter what, only to other Healers when handing over cases or receiving help. I literally cannot repeat anything you say to me to anyone else, even if I wanted to, which I don't. The only way I could terminate the oath is if you tell about a plan to harm or kill others. That is it. So, please just stop being stubborn, and talk to me. I am only here to help." Harry said calmly, his frustration subsiding slightly with Draco's small bit of personal information.
Draco stared at Harry for a minute, before finally saying;
"The wall colour is truly horrible, Potter. You should get someone around change it. Personally, I enjoy a pale blue colour."
Harry groaned.
~XOXOXOXOXOX~
Draco stared at the wall, already bored after only five minutes since the meeting started. After the meeting opener from the too cheery counselor/aide, they were forced to listen to the problems the other idiot's here were having, coping without their poisons of choice. Just quit whining already. No one cares. Draco thought agitatedly. In the two weeks he had been here, the group meetings were his least favorite thing he had to deal with. Every meeting they'd ask him about how he 'felt,' and how he was dealing with everything. No matter how far he had fallen, he would never be a sissy who'd talk about his 'feelings.'
Currently, he was listening to some pansy tell how hard things had been for him as a boy, and how alcohol was the only solution to his pain. Every week this guy told the same story, changing the names and what he had done. Just the other day, he'd said how he stole over a thousand galleons worth of things, and today he said that it was his brother who did it, not him. While funny, listening to the same story, changed slightly each meeting had gotten boring.
"Does that guy ever shut up?" He heard someone whisper into his ear. Starting, he turned to face the person who talked, and saw it was the same man he'd met in the gym two weeks ago. He mentally groaned. After that first meeting, Phil wouldn't leave him alone. He sat with him in the lunchroom, sat beside him in the recreation room while he played the guitar they allowed him to have, or while playing the piano in the room. No matter where he went, Phil was there, and he was getting sick of it. He even told him, quite frequently, he didn't like him, yet Phil was persistent. Draco couldn't figure out why, other than he was insane, or evil.
"Apparently not." Draco whispered back tersely.
Apparently, he hadn't whispered softly enough, because soon enough, all eyes were on him. He mentally groaned again.
"Mr. Malfoy, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the group?" The aide asked him sweetly, masking the disgust she felt for him. He knew she did hate him, and it wasn't just his paranoia. Mainly because she told him after a meeting, saying how he was scum, and how people like him ought to be locked up for what they did to her husband. At least he knew people still cared.
"No, Overlord Fluffy, there is nothing I'd like to share with the group." He said coolly, enjoying the way her face turned red with anger. He'd started calling her Overlord Fluffy right after she made sure everyone in the group knew of his past the first day, all in the name of being 'open, and friendly, with no secrets among the group.' Right, he scoffed. Like people don't know what I am. It also didn't hurt that her hair was even fluffier than Granger's had ever been, even on a bad day.
"I thought I told last time it is not nice to insult people." She said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, well, I'm not a nice man, now am I? I'm just a lowly Death Eater, a ne'er-do-well, isn't that correct?"
"How right you are, Mr. Malfoy." She said in a clipped tone, glaring daggers at Draco. "All you are is a pathetic, worthless, junkie Death Eater, and you will never be anything more than that!"
"Ms. Hill!" A sharp, feminine voice called from the door, freezing Overlord Fluffy. Draco smirked slightly as he saw the owner of the place standing in the doorway. "We do not say those things to patients here! Come with me right now. All of you are dismissed for now."
Overlord Fluffy glared at Draco as she walked out of the room, and Draco continued smirking. It was nice to know that even after years of solitude he could push people's buttons. He had stopped letting people like her bother him years ago. Now, all he felt was numbness whenever someone told him how evil he was.
Getting up, he left for his room, ignoring Phil's attempt at talking to him. At least there was some entertainment today. He thought to himself, sitting in his room, where his thoughts started consuming him, telling him all those nasty things that he could never forget. But, for just one afternoon, he was normal. He considered it progress.
