Flame me, do what ever you want to. I had to write this. It's about Harry and his friends discovering Draco. You may call me a moron, an idiot, however you want to, but just remember one thing. Today, during my school time, I was pretty hyper (as I always am), and I was laughing whole class. So one guy asked me after did I take any drug. Well my idiotic answer was, not that I didn't, or I just smoked something, but it was that I took double dose of heroin this morning. So he thinks I am a freak, well I am. A little. (He is pretty hot, by the way)
Mysterious Secret of Draco Malfoy II
Draco was lying on the floor. He was staring blankly at the dungeon ceiling. He saw horses. Headless horsemen on them. He also saw starts, and moon. He felt wonderful.
Ecstasy, joy, happiness, delight, elation, bliss, rapture, seventh heaven, thrill…
During the Transfiguration class, Harry and his friends earned detention. They were heading towards the dungeon, carrying brooms (the ones for sweeping), and buckets filled with hot water and detergent.
They were walking down the stairs, making loud noise.
Draco couldn't hear them. The two wonderful heroin hours expired, and then crisis comes. This was Draco's first time to go with something so strong like pure heroin. He usually did something like cocaine, or just snow how he preferred to call it. First time you use heroin it's wonderful. It's delight. Then you can never get that feeling again. You take bigger and bigger dose, and it's worse and worse. Then one day you can't stand. You want to have that feeling again, but you can't.
You just overdose it.
You know what comes next.
Coffin, church, Mass, grave, tomb, and a memory on a person that went inside that white trash hell.
-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa – Hermione's scream was heard all over the dungeon.
Draco Malfoy was lying on the floor, his body shaking. Crisis. He's eyes were red. He was awfully white, and he was staring with frantic look, on his face.
Harry quickly run upstairs to get the headmaster. When he got him downstairs, Hermione already fainted, while Ron tried to get Draco right. He couldn't
When they got him in the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey knew what was with Draco. His parents were called, and he was now laying in the room, and under strong medicines. Oppositely he would still shake.
No one was allowed in his room. Then just his father came. Lucius was led inside the Madam Pomfrey's office, where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, and Dumbledore were.
-What happened? – Said Lucius, looking hysterically around the room. He didn't even notice Harry and his friends.
-Your son is fine Lucius. – Said Snape. – However, he did something awful.
-What? – Lucius had shaken his head feverishly.
-Just sit down Lucius – said Dumbledore, making Lucius sit down. – Your son will tell you himself. Poppy, please go and get young Mr Malfoy.
Madam Pomfrey went to get Draco. They returned after few minutes. Draco was white, and his eyes were red. He was sort of okay now. When he saw his father he was frightened. He knew very good how awful Lucius can be.
-Draco – Lucius said, standing up, and looking at his son.
-Draco, tell your father what you did – Snape said slowly.
Draco gulped. His father's anxious face expression could turn into mean one every second.
-Heroin – Draco said quietly, but his father seemed to read from his lips.
-What the fu*k? What the he*l do you think that you are doing? Pure one? – Lucius snapped on his son.
Draco just nodded with his head. Lucius just came closer, and said through his teeth:
-Stay still – then he started slapping Draco with his hands. He did it for very long time, and every time when he would fall down on the floor, Draco would have to stand up for his father to slap him again.
After, when Draco surely received enough punishment, and surely Lucius's hands survived more pain from hitting, then Draco's face, Lucius stopped.
Draco and Lucius were left alone in the office. Draco was sitting on the chair, clutching his face. At the same time, Lucius was pacing the room, occasionally shouting looks out of the window, clutching his hands.
-Take this – Lucius threw something to Draco.
-Like I want anything from you, after you embarrassed me. – Draco said.
Lucius sighed, and took the thing Draco threw on the floor. It was small package.
-Draco I don't blame you for taking drugs, but pure heroin? Even I never used it. – Said Lucius passing Draco the packages.
Draco unwrapped it. Small pills were in there. They were all wrapped in papers. He looked at his father at astonished.
Lucius took some white stuff out of his robe pocket, and got it on the glass-covered table, of Madam Pomfrey.
-Father, I don't understand you? What are those? – Draco asked, looking at his father. Lucius was carefully dividing that white thing on the table.
-Draco let me tell you something. I beat you up because I had to. Again, I don't blame you for taking drugs. That's LSD – Lucius was saying as he rolled hundred American dollars note.
-Father, are you – Draco asked his father. Lucius was just ready to do it, but Draco's interrupting made him angry.
-Draco for first time, and last one I'm telling you this: shut up when I'm doing drugs – said Lucius, and bent his head down. He started sniffing the white thing in.
Draco was dazed. His own father? That can't be.
When Lucius finished doing that, he dropped in the chair. His nostrils were red, and he unbuttoned his collar.
-Come here Draco. – Lucius ordered. He wasn't much high. He did this for years, and just normal sniffing couldn't satisfy his needs.
Draco obeyed his father, and stood beside him.
-Go Draco, get a little of the snow – said Lucius, passing his son another 100 note.
Snow, Draco remembered that it was also his favorite was to call cocaine.
~The end~
No, I'm not taking any drugs, if that's what you want to know. I also don't smoke, or drink. But I tried all three of those, and they sucked. After I smoked I my voice turned awfully hoarse. Once I drank a glass of champagne, just to impress a guy, but my stomach was hurting me after. And about drugs, once I did hashish, and it really sucked. Really sucked.
This is moronable message of the story, but it is (you heard this about 1000 anywhere): Don't do drugs.
~*Maria*~
Postscript: if you want to know from where do I know all this stuff, well answer is that I read about it. And there's also www.streetdrugs.com (don't go there. It's site about drugs). You can find all information about drugs.