Disclaimer: Everything in the story belongs to J.K.Rowling. The chapter title belongs to a song of the same name by The Ataris.
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Draco slowly opened his eyes, noticing how his entire body felt stiff and ached. "Where am I?" he though groggily. He groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor. As he did so, he realized where he was: Elisabeth's old bedroom. "What the-.." All the memories of what had transpired there cam rushing back. "Fuck me!" he screamed, kicking a chair across the room. "Why do I have to be such a fucking dick?" Draco collapsed on her bed, his head in his hands. He knew why. It was the drugs, otherwise he would have never done any of it. Well, maybe he would have a few years ago, but not anymore. He had changed, after all.
It all came back to him. He came in, and started kissing her despite her protests. She tried to get away, but this just enraged him. "How dare you refuse me?" he had screamed, as if he owned her. "God," Draco moaned. She had to hate him now, and how could he blame her? He hated himself. Draco sighed. He didn't to look around to know that she was gone. The manor had an overwhelming feeling of emptiness to it. Draco debated whether or not to look for her, deciding not to. He had hurt her enough, he didn't need to stalk her. If she was going to forgive him, she would come back. Otherwise, he would get what he deserved-loneliness and misery.

************Meanwhile at Hermione's**************

"Thank you," Elisabeth whispered, taking the cup of hot tea from Hermione. Hermione took a seat next to the fireplace, across from Elisabeth. 'Are you sure you don't want to contact the Ministry? You can, and should, prosecute."
Elisabeth shook her head. She didn't want to go through all of that. She just needed time to think.
Hermione stood up quickly. "That asshole! I knew he couldn't have changed much. And using drugs! God, it wouldn't surprise me if he had used them in the past, but now.... with you there... " Hermione saw the pained look in Elisabeth's eyes and she knelt beside her. "I'm really sorry Elisabeth, but he was horrible in the past. It was always hard for me to accept the fact that he had changed. It's really not surprising that he has gone back to his old ways. Just a matter of time, really. I just wonder why." Elisabeth burst into tears. "Come on," Hermione said. "You need to get to bed and sleep some of this off." Elisabeth didn't protest as Hermione led her upstairs.

**********One Week Later********

Draco paced back and forth in his library. Three days after the incident he had changed his mind. He couldn't stand it anymore; the loneliness of the manor, the emptiness of his bed. He had to at least try to get her back, though he knew he didn't deserve it. Immediately he had sent the letter to the Ministry to have it traced. The results had just been returned, and he had all the information he needed. How could he have been so stupid? Draco prepared himself to apparate: he knew exactly where to go.

Within seconds of arriving, Hermione's door opened. Hermione glared at him. "I had a feeling it was you." Draco sneered despite himself. "Well Granger, and I always thought you had no use for Divination." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "It has nothing to do with Divination. It was just my 'asshole radar' going off. Naturally, I expected you to be here." Draco tried to suppress his anger. After all, he was not here to exchange childish comebacks. His expression softened. "Listen, I really need to speak with Elisabeth. I know she's here..please..."
Hermione became enraged. "What the fuck do you think you're playing with Draco? You can't just do this to people! You've done enough already, can't you just leave her alone? Drugs! Of all things......" Her words were cut off by a third voice. "It's okay 'Mione," Elisabeth said softly. "I want to talk to him."
Hermione spun around and started to protest, but stopped when she saw Elisabeth's pleading eyes. Hermione turned back to Draco. "Fine. Get your ass in here. But don't try anything. You may have been a good student, but I was still always better. I'll have you killed before you can say 'Avada Kedavra.'" Draco didn't reply with a comeback because he knew she spoke the truth. He followed the two of them into the living room. Hermione didn't show any signs of moving. "Hermione.. could you.."
"No," said Elisabeth firmly. "I want her to stay here. Anything you have to say can be said in front of her." Draco felt like he had been punched in the stomach-she didn't trust him. "Not that she has any reason to" he told himself. He glanced at Hermione, longing to slap the triumphant little smile off her face, then he realized he shouldn't be thinking like that, especially now. He turned back to Elisabeth.
"Look, I don't even know where to begin, other than by saying I am so sorry. I have no excuse, but I do have a possible explanation for my actions." He began to tell her about his nightmares and the letter. When he was finished both girls looked terrified. Draco produced some papers from his jacket pocket. "I sent the letter to the Ministry to have it traced," he explained. "I should have done it right away, when the letters first started, and avoided this whole mess. I got the results this morning. Turns out that Pansy Parkinson sent the letters." Hermione gasped. "She used to be a Death Eater. Her parents were killed and after Voldemort was defeated, she went into hiding and apparently, has been stalking me ever since. She could never accept the fact that I wouldn't marry her." Draco shuddered. "I can't believe she had the nerve to do this; she didn't even attempt an anti-tracing charm. Probably too stupid to sucessfully use one."Hermione snorted. Draco ignored her."Needless to say, we won't have to worry about her anymore." Draco saw the assuming look in Hermione's eyes and nodded. "Azkaban," he said simply. She nodded knowingly.
Elisabeth just stared, trying to absorb everything. "And the drugs?"
Draco lowered his head and sighed. "I was mixed up into a lot of bad shit during school and before Voldemort's defeat. Deep down I never really wanted to be a part of any of it; I was forced by my father. The drugs were about the only thing I did voluntarily- they offered me a bit of escape from the hell I lived in. Little did I know they would make it worse. I've been clean for a year and a half. I thought I had gotten rid of everything. Then the nightmares and letters came, and I thought I was going to lose it. I felt so out of control. Then out of nowhere I remembered a stash in the dungeon that I had completely forgotten about until then. I don't know why I did it. I am so sorry. I was so stupid. But I promise that everything is gone now. Everything."
Elisabeth just stared at him for several more moments. "I believe you," she said softly. Draco looked like he would explode with joy and he started to hug her, but she pulled away. "Not now. I still need some time. I don't know when I will be back, but it will probably be a couple of days. I really need some time, Draco. I'll come back when I am ready." Draco nodded. He was hurt, but he understood. He was lucky she took him back at all. Meanwhile, Hermione looked like she was going to pull her hair out. Draco knew Elisabeth was in for a scolding.
Affirming his assumptions, Hermione spoke up. "Well you heard the girl," she said coldly. "Get the fuck out," and she all but physically threw him out on the doorstep.