Nov.02: I know I said that this was supposed to be the last chapter....but
I lied! I split the last chapter into 2 so...I hope you like this
extension! I'll also include Thank U's in the next chapter. This is not
beta-ed (like any of them are) since I just come up with it.
Well enjoy! Hugs&kisses!
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Chpt 29
Ron sat idly by as Harry and Hermione played a game of chess. He couldn't find his wizarding board so they had settle for the Muggle version. But to Ron, both versions were quite simple, to him anyway.
Harry, throughout the game, made routine checks to make sure the boy was okay. He, with Hermione, concurred that Ron was upset. Most likely over Malfoy. Hermione excepted it, that was her nature, but Harry had taken on the role of despising the bastard. For when the time came, Malfoy would destroy Ron and Harry would be there to pick up the pieces.
"Ron, are you sure you don't want to play? You know it might make you feel better to win." Hermione asked quietly.
Ron shook his head.
"Come on! Don't be like this. Yes, he didn't respond but look who it is!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Not, helping." Scolded the brunette young lady.
"I don't care. He needs to know that not all people are good or that they can be converted to the good side so quickly. Malfoy is a bastard, plain and simple. Ron deserves better."
"And who do I deserve? You?" Ron mumbled, tired of hearing the same argument come out of his mouth. "I thought we agreed we would be-"
"I know! But I could make you so much more happier." He rose from his seat. "I would never make you cry. And if I did, dear Merlin! I would just die. I care about you, I would never hurt you yet all Malfoy has done is turn you into a puddle of tears."
Hermione watched, wondering how Ron could get himself into this situation. She wished she could have stopped him from making that decision to sleep with Harry. It had obviously ruined their friendship. Harry could be such a woman sometimes. But sooner or later they would mend the fight and be best friends again. Until then, all they could do was wait.
A knock came from the door. Without waiting for an answer, George came in. "Ron, you will not believe this! But Draco is downstairs."
"What?! Really?" Ron was obviously excited as he raced to the door but his brother was blocking him.
"Yes, but there's something wrong. I don't know what but....he's not himself."
"What do you mean?"
"Go and see for yourself." He moved out of his little brother's way so he could go and see for himself.
Ron raced down the flights of stairs; he needed to see Ron, needed to actually see him. He heard the footsteps of George, Hermione and Harry clomp after him. He reached the bottom landing and entered the living room. There stood his family, his whole family seeing as Bill and Charlie decided to come home on vacation, standing around the perimeter of the room. Draco was frantically searching the room, looking behind paintings and pillows.
Ron stood next to Charlie. "What is he doing?" he whispered.
"He says that there are people following, wanting to know his secrets. Whatever 'they' are..and he said he had to come here. But now, he thinks that 'they' are here. 'They' want him to do big and great things that he doesn't want to do. He's completely off his rocker."
Ron had to agree Draco was looking a bit manic. He was sweating profusely. And did he just hear that he was so very cold. He wanted the fireplace to be heated. It was the middle of August, the hottest month of the summer, and Draco wanted the fire on.
"Draco," he called. The blonde boy sat in front of the fireplace, which was on. His father was to thank for that.
Draco didn't turn around but beckoned him to come closer. "Come here. And please don't be bugged."
"He's drunk." Harry said, watching him go to Draco.
"He can't be. I mean, yes he's stumbling but his words aren't slurred. He doesn't smell of alcohol. He's sweating, a lot, jittery, paranoid looking." Ratiocinated Ron; happy he decided to pay attention to Madam Pomfrey and her lesson. But disappointed as he peered into Draco's eyes. "You're high."
The room that was filled with whispers quieted. He couldn't be! Ron was so embarrassed. What a wonderful way to meet his parents. But how could this happen? He had just seen him this morning. He was fine!
Draco nodded his head 'yes'. "No." He pulled out a plastic baggie. It was the same one that Ron had seen earlier, when he was in Draco's private room. Ron snatched it.
//He's been lying to me// thought Ron, in utter disgust. They could talk about that later, right now he had to get Draco upstairs, but how?
"I remember these. You said they were aspirin." He took one out, smashes one on the mantle and tasted the powder. "Cocaine! You've been taking cocaine? And for how long? A year?"
"A year and a half." Draco whispered.
"How many have you taken?"
"How many are left?"
Ron counted them. "Including the one smashed, four."
"I took half so," he paused, "six."
The whole room erupted into disbelief and worry. "Six!" Ron yelled.
"Yup! One this morning but I've built up a toleration. Then two but they didn't last, so three and my heart stopped. So, I came down from that hill up there," he pointed in the direction of where he came, "our summer home and came down here, when my heart began again, to see Mr. Mediwizard himself."
Mrs. Weasley cautiously came towards him, stopping when she noticed him shaking. Poor little rich boy. "You came that far? Why not tell your father, dear?"
Draco turned his head in her direction, never looking at her. "Well, it would be useless. He's the one who got me hooked. It was before the beginning of 4th year. Why would he take me to a hospital?"
"But your still his son?"
"So?" He got up, spinning around to see her. "He's got bastards everywhere! Last time I heard Mum, she said he's got eight. Two are product of rape. Surprise he didn't try that on me." He laughed; everyone felt a chill run down their back. "He has lots of kids. I'm his least favorite.
"Why? You're his true son." Ginny spoke, feeling pity for the fallen Malfoy.
"It's because I'm queer." He, then, points at Hermione. "You know, I'm gay."
"I know," she answered back.
His energy came rushing back to him, though he knew it was only for a moment. He couldn't control it. "I like males. I like the- oh can't say that." He looked at Mr. Weasley. "There are young children here. Go to bed young one."
"That's quite alright." Mr. Weasley was enraged. He always hated Lucius! He wanted that man dead. He was even disgusted with his child, Draco but now, hearing and seeing the mess he was in, Mr. Weasley felt sympathetic towards Draco and an utter loathing for the elder Malfoy.
"Mr. Weasley, when did you get here? Oh well. My father hates that I like men so he tries to at least get me with Slytherin boys and men. Eww! He even got me an older male prostitute, so I can lead the destructive life. Looks like I achieved that! Now matter how much he tries I don't want them! I love Ron!"
Ron grabbed him, placing him in a seat.
"I want that one!" He giggled as he tapped his index finger on Ron's nose.
"You might want to get to a bathroom, soon."
"Why?" Draco got up. But as soon as he did, his head swam. The room began to swim, the Weasley looked like smears of fire and it was freaking him out. Not to mention making him sick.
"Oh geez," Ron sensed what was to come and quickly rushed him to the downstairs bathroom.
As they reached the door, Draco stopped, hand on the wall and doubled over.
"Please, not here." Ron urged. "You're so close."
But it didn't matter; Draco had vomited on the floor. Ron had seen this before, so it didn't bother him but the fact that Draco missed the floor and hit his shoes made Ron shut his eyes in disgust. He slipped his now squishy shoes and helped Draco into the bathroom.
When he was sure that Draco was positioned over the toilet, Ron went back to the living room.
"Can someone get me some rags, cleanser and a bag?" He asked before he went back to Draco.
Throughout the rest of the evening Ron stayed in the bathroom with Draco, making sure his hair didn't get in the way. His mother came in with the aforementioned items he requested and he ordered her to stay with Draco. She complied, proud to see his medicinal, mediwizard side come through. Ron cleaned up and came back for Draco, who would be staying with them.
Mr. Weasley had sent a letter to the Headmaster and Ministry of Magic to alert them that Draco was here and what Mr. Malfoy had done. Also, he told Prof. Dumbledore of Draco's sensitive problem.
It was now 9 o'clock and Draco was somnolent so Ron helped him up the stairs and tucked him into bed after he changed his clothes.
"Ron, I'm sorry." The blonde whispered. Ron was about to make a makeshift bed when he heard the faint whisper of Draco speaking.
"It's alright. I just wish you told me earlier." He sat down on the edge of his bed.
Draco sat up a little. "I wanted to but I guess I really thought I could handle it. But I do want to stop this."
"Good, first you're going to have to go cold turkey. I'm sorry, but there's no other way. You could go to a detox. clinic but you have to be with your father and have his permission and you will not be going back with him."
"Thank you. So, do you know what's going to happen?"
"It's not going to be fun. It's going to hurt. You body will completely crave it, almost weep for it and you will weep too." Ron smiled half- heartedly.
"Great," Draco sighed. "Can you stay there until I fall asleep?"
"Of course."
Ron sat, watching Draco as his body relaxed as sleep overcame him. He loved him and was ready for what was to come. But all he was truly worried about was if Draco could handle it.
Well enjoy! Hugs&kisses!
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Chpt 29
Ron sat idly by as Harry and Hermione played a game of chess. He couldn't find his wizarding board so they had settle for the Muggle version. But to Ron, both versions were quite simple, to him anyway.
Harry, throughout the game, made routine checks to make sure the boy was okay. He, with Hermione, concurred that Ron was upset. Most likely over Malfoy. Hermione excepted it, that was her nature, but Harry had taken on the role of despising the bastard. For when the time came, Malfoy would destroy Ron and Harry would be there to pick up the pieces.
"Ron, are you sure you don't want to play? You know it might make you feel better to win." Hermione asked quietly.
Ron shook his head.
"Come on! Don't be like this. Yes, he didn't respond but look who it is!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Not, helping." Scolded the brunette young lady.
"I don't care. He needs to know that not all people are good or that they can be converted to the good side so quickly. Malfoy is a bastard, plain and simple. Ron deserves better."
"And who do I deserve? You?" Ron mumbled, tired of hearing the same argument come out of his mouth. "I thought we agreed we would be-"
"I know! But I could make you so much more happier." He rose from his seat. "I would never make you cry. And if I did, dear Merlin! I would just die. I care about you, I would never hurt you yet all Malfoy has done is turn you into a puddle of tears."
Hermione watched, wondering how Ron could get himself into this situation. She wished she could have stopped him from making that decision to sleep with Harry. It had obviously ruined their friendship. Harry could be such a woman sometimes. But sooner or later they would mend the fight and be best friends again. Until then, all they could do was wait.
A knock came from the door. Without waiting for an answer, George came in. "Ron, you will not believe this! But Draco is downstairs."
"What?! Really?" Ron was obviously excited as he raced to the door but his brother was blocking him.
"Yes, but there's something wrong. I don't know what but....he's not himself."
"What do you mean?"
"Go and see for yourself." He moved out of his little brother's way so he could go and see for himself.
Ron raced down the flights of stairs; he needed to see Ron, needed to actually see him. He heard the footsteps of George, Hermione and Harry clomp after him. He reached the bottom landing and entered the living room. There stood his family, his whole family seeing as Bill and Charlie decided to come home on vacation, standing around the perimeter of the room. Draco was frantically searching the room, looking behind paintings and pillows.
Ron stood next to Charlie. "What is he doing?" he whispered.
"He says that there are people following, wanting to know his secrets. Whatever 'they' are..and he said he had to come here. But now, he thinks that 'they' are here. 'They' want him to do big and great things that he doesn't want to do. He's completely off his rocker."
Ron had to agree Draco was looking a bit manic. He was sweating profusely. And did he just hear that he was so very cold. He wanted the fireplace to be heated. It was the middle of August, the hottest month of the summer, and Draco wanted the fire on.
"Draco," he called. The blonde boy sat in front of the fireplace, which was on. His father was to thank for that.
Draco didn't turn around but beckoned him to come closer. "Come here. And please don't be bugged."
"He's drunk." Harry said, watching him go to Draco.
"He can't be. I mean, yes he's stumbling but his words aren't slurred. He doesn't smell of alcohol. He's sweating, a lot, jittery, paranoid looking." Ratiocinated Ron; happy he decided to pay attention to Madam Pomfrey and her lesson. But disappointed as he peered into Draco's eyes. "You're high."
The room that was filled with whispers quieted. He couldn't be! Ron was so embarrassed. What a wonderful way to meet his parents. But how could this happen? He had just seen him this morning. He was fine!
Draco nodded his head 'yes'. "No." He pulled out a plastic baggie. It was the same one that Ron had seen earlier, when he was in Draco's private room. Ron snatched it.
//He's been lying to me// thought Ron, in utter disgust. They could talk about that later, right now he had to get Draco upstairs, but how?
"I remember these. You said they were aspirin." He took one out, smashes one on the mantle and tasted the powder. "Cocaine! You've been taking cocaine? And for how long? A year?"
"A year and a half." Draco whispered.
"How many have you taken?"
"How many are left?"
Ron counted them. "Including the one smashed, four."
"I took half so," he paused, "six."
The whole room erupted into disbelief and worry. "Six!" Ron yelled.
"Yup! One this morning but I've built up a toleration. Then two but they didn't last, so three and my heart stopped. So, I came down from that hill up there," he pointed in the direction of where he came, "our summer home and came down here, when my heart began again, to see Mr. Mediwizard himself."
Mrs. Weasley cautiously came towards him, stopping when she noticed him shaking. Poor little rich boy. "You came that far? Why not tell your father, dear?"
Draco turned his head in her direction, never looking at her. "Well, it would be useless. He's the one who got me hooked. It was before the beginning of 4th year. Why would he take me to a hospital?"
"But your still his son?"
"So?" He got up, spinning around to see her. "He's got bastards everywhere! Last time I heard Mum, she said he's got eight. Two are product of rape. Surprise he didn't try that on me." He laughed; everyone felt a chill run down their back. "He has lots of kids. I'm his least favorite.
"Why? You're his true son." Ginny spoke, feeling pity for the fallen Malfoy.
"It's because I'm queer." He, then, points at Hermione. "You know, I'm gay."
"I know," she answered back.
His energy came rushing back to him, though he knew it was only for a moment. He couldn't control it. "I like males. I like the- oh can't say that." He looked at Mr. Weasley. "There are young children here. Go to bed young one."
"That's quite alright." Mr. Weasley was enraged. He always hated Lucius! He wanted that man dead. He was even disgusted with his child, Draco but now, hearing and seeing the mess he was in, Mr. Weasley felt sympathetic towards Draco and an utter loathing for the elder Malfoy.
"Mr. Weasley, when did you get here? Oh well. My father hates that I like men so he tries to at least get me with Slytherin boys and men. Eww! He even got me an older male prostitute, so I can lead the destructive life. Looks like I achieved that! Now matter how much he tries I don't want them! I love Ron!"
Ron grabbed him, placing him in a seat.
"I want that one!" He giggled as he tapped his index finger on Ron's nose.
"You might want to get to a bathroom, soon."
"Why?" Draco got up. But as soon as he did, his head swam. The room began to swim, the Weasley looked like smears of fire and it was freaking him out. Not to mention making him sick.
"Oh geez," Ron sensed what was to come and quickly rushed him to the downstairs bathroom.
As they reached the door, Draco stopped, hand on the wall and doubled over.
"Please, not here." Ron urged. "You're so close."
But it didn't matter; Draco had vomited on the floor. Ron had seen this before, so it didn't bother him but the fact that Draco missed the floor and hit his shoes made Ron shut his eyes in disgust. He slipped his now squishy shoes and helped Draco into the bathroom.
When he was sure that Draco was positioned over the toilet, Ron went back to the living room.
"Can someone get me some rags, cleanser and a bag?" He asked before he went back to Draco.
Throughout the rest of the evening Ron stayed in the bathroom with Draco, making sure his hair didn't get in the way. His mother came in with the aforementioned items he requested and he ordered her to stay with Draco. She complied, proud to see his medicinal, mediwizard side come through. Ron cleaned up and came back for Draco, who would be staying with them.
Mr. Weasley had sent a letter to the Headmaster and Ministry of Magic to alert them that Draco was here and what Mr. Malfoy had done. Also, he told Prof. Dumbledore of Draco's sensitive problem.
It was now 9 o'clock and Draco was somnolent so Ron helped him up the stairs and tucked him into bed after he changed his clothes.
"Ron, I'm sorry." The blonde whispered. Ron was about to make a makeshift bed when he heard the faint whisper of Draco speaking.
"It's alright. I just wish you told me earlier." He sat down on the edge of his bed.
Draco sat up a little. "I wanted to but I guess I really thought I could handle it. But I do want to stop this."
"Good, first you're going to have to go cold turkey. I'm sorry, but there's no other way. You could go to a detox. clinic but you have to be with your father and have his permission and you will not be going back with him."
"Thank you. So, do you know what's going to happen?"
"It's not going to be fun. It's going to hurt. You body will completely crave it, almost weep for it and you will weep too." Ron smiled half- heartedly.
"Great," Draco sighed. "Can you stay there until I fall asleep?"
"Of course."
Ron sat, watching Draco as his body relaxed as sleep overcame him. He loved him and was ready for what was to come. But all he was truly worried about was if Draco could handle it.