Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters...but soon will....*cough*
jk I wish I owned Draco though.....hehe well I hope you guys like this
chapter l oh and I suppose I shall warn you that there are drinking scenes
and I think there may be a bit of fowl language but nothing extreme kk?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco stood Hermione and her shaky body up and led her to the hospital wing, where he knew Madame Pompfry would take care of her.
When they brought her to a bed Madame Pompfry shooed Draco away but before he left he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.. He left hesitantly and his mind never drifted away from "his" Hermione. His body ached all ever like hell. He had a bloody headache that blurred his vision. He hated his father and didn't regret anything he said besides the three words he said on his 3rd birthday, they year his beatings began, and those words hurt to say now.
Three evil words that never came out of his father's mouth. "I love you". He swore to himself he'd never repeat them, not even to his mother, he loved her dearly but just hated those words!. He didn't even think his father said those words to his own wife! *stupid bastard!* he thought.
The night passed slowly and Draco just couldn't take his mind off Hermione. Later on in the night, Draco went on a much needed walk, and ran into a certain scar head.
"Hello Potter..." Draco said leaning against a wall taking a bottle of vodka out of his robe. He didn't know at which point he turned to alcohol but he had been stealing bottles from the pantry at home for quite some time now. He slid down the wall and took a sip of it again.
"Hey Malfoy, where's Mione? I haven't..." Harry started.
"She's in the Hospital Wing thanks to me!" He shouted more at himself than at Harry. "She's alright though, she only needs some rest." He gulped down half the bottle. Harry was staring in shock at the fact that Hermione was in the hospital wing and the fact Draco wouldn't put down that bottle! "Want some?" Draco asked raising the bottle up to Harry. Harry shook his head.
"That's disgusting! You're poisoning..."
"Oh and just what do you know?" Draco retorted. "You think *hic* you've got it bad? Cause you ain't got parents? Well at least you don't have guardians who fucking try to kill you, put curses on you, or beat you! Drinking is my friend!" Draco's head drooped and he put his head between his knees and sighed and brought his head up again to drink the rest of his beverage, only to take out another bottle of rum. Harry shook his head in disgust and sat next to his arch foe.
"Malfoy?"
"What?" Draco snapped trying to open the bottle.
"Look I'm sorry for all those years. I never knew."
"Oh save it! I don't need yours or anyone elses pity! I wish Lucious's curse had hit me tonight!" He sat up and gulped down the big bottle of rum.
"Malfoy slow down!" Harry shouted.
Draco threw the bottle at the wall and it shattered. He wiped his mouth off and spit on the marble floor. He looked at Harry and what was a very small smile turned into a frown. Harry stood up right on time. Draco couldn't handle the pain anymore he collapsed, but Harry caught him. The whole corridor was spinning he couldn't see anything straight and then blacked out. About five minutes later though he woke up and Harry was struggling to move him. He put his foot out to show he was conscious. "What the hell just happened?' Harry asked.
"I uh, dunno." Draco said a bit stunned.
"Ok then..." Harry looked at Draco who was holding his back.
"I'm gonna go to sleep." Draco muttered.
"Alright then. See you tomorrow I suppose." Harry muttered back.
Draco walked back to the Slytherin Common Room and laid on the nearest couch nearest to the fire. He grabbed a small bottle of vodka and gulped that down and then clonked out. He was woken up by screaming and sat up and saw a fire had been set. He shot up and ran to see if anyone was hurt. He saw no one was and that the fire was started on someone's bed. He looked closer and saw with wide eyes, it was his! He could tell it started there because his candle was tipped over and vodka and rum bottles were shattered. Draco had an image of his father doing this. Draco went down the stairs quickly and pulled his wand out and said a spell freezing the fire. Snape at that moment came in and saw the ice on the stairs.
"I thought there was a fire?" He asked confused.
"I uh there was but I uh..." Draco smirked drunkily.
"Yes well 20 points to Slytherin but 5 taken away for the fire being started!" Snape snapped.
"Alrighty then." Draco said stifling back a yawn.
"Yes well the boy's dorm will be tended to first thing in the morning so for now you boys sleep on a couch or in a chair." He gave one last glance at Draco who collapsed on his favorite couch. Snape shook his head just as Harry did, and knew right away young Malfoy was highly intoxicated and left. Draco woke up feeling sicker than usual but was use to it by now. He stretched and rubbed his temples and looked on the table beside him and saw the vodka bottle. He stood up and went upstair to see if everything was back to normal. It was so he grabbed the clothes that escaped the fire and threw them on, keeping in mind to look good because he was going to go see Hermione.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco stood Hermione and her shaky body up and led her to the hospital wing, where he knew Madame Pompfry would take care of her.
When they brought her to a bed Madame Pompfry shooed Draco away but before he left he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.. He left hesitantly and his mind never drifted away from "his" Hermione. His body ached all ever like hell. He had a bloody headache that blurred his vision. He hated his father and didn't regret anything he said besides the three words he said on his 3rd birthday, they year his beatings began, and those words hurt to say now.
Three evil words that never came out of his father's mouth. "I love you". He swore to himself he'd never repeat them, not even to his mother, he loved her dearly but just hated those words!. He didn't even think his father said those words to his own wife! *stupid bastard!* he thought.
The night passed slowly and Draco just couldn't take his mind off Hermione. Later on in the night, Draco went on a much needed walk, and ran into a certain scar head.
"Hello Potter..." Draco said leaning against a wall taking a bottle of vodka out of his robe. He didn't know at which point he turned to alcohol but he had been stealing bottles from the pantry at home for quite some time now. He slid down the wall and took a sip of it again.
"Hey Malfoy, where's Mione? I haven't..." Harry started.
"She's in the Hospital Wing thanks to me!" He shouted more at himself than at Harry. "She's alright though, she only needs some rest." He gulped down half the bottle. Harry was staring in shock at the fact that Hermione was in the hospital wing and the fact Draco wouldn't put down that bottle! "Want some?" Draco asked raising the bottle up to Harry. Harry shook his head.
"That's disgusting! You're poisoning..."
"Oh and just what do you know?" Draco retorted. "You think *hic* you've got it bad? Cause you ain't got parents? Well at least you don't have guardians who fucking try to kill you, put curses on you, or beat you! Drinking is my friend!" Draco's head drooped and he put his head between his knees and sighed and brought his head up again to drink the rest of his beverage, only to take out another bottle of rum. Harry shook his head in disgust and sat next to his arch foe.
"Malfoy?"
"What?" Draco snapped trying to open the bottle.
"Look I'm sorry for all those years. I never knew."
"Oh save it! I don't need yours or anyone elses pity! I wish Lucious's curse had hit me tonight!" He sat up and gulped down the big bottle of rum.
"Malfoy slow down!" Harry shouted.
Draco threw the bottle at the wall and it shattered. He wiped his mouth off and spit on the marble floor. He looked at Harry and what was a very small smile turned into a frown. Harry stood up right on time. Draco couldn't handle the pain anymore he collapsed, but Harry caught him. The whole corridor was spinning he couldn't see anything straight and then blacked out. About five minutes later though he woke up and Harry was struggling to move him. He put his foot out to show he was conscious. "What the hell just happened?' Harry asked.
"I uh, dunno." Draco said a bit stunned.
"Ok then..." Harry looked at Draco who was holding his back.
"I'm gonna go to sleep." Draco muttered.
"Alright then. See you tomorrow I suppose." Harry muttered back.
Draco walked back to the Slytherin Common Room and laid on the nearest couch nearest to the fire. He grabbed a small bottle of vodka and gulped that down and then clonked out. He was woken up by screaming and sat up and saw a fire had been set. He shot up and ran to see if anyone was hurt. He saw no one was and that the fire was started on someone's bed. He looked closer and saw with wide eyes, it was his! He could tell it started there because his candle was tipped over and vodka and rum bottles were shattered. Draco had an image of his father doing this. Draco went down the stairs quickly and pulled his wand out and said a spell freezing the fire. Snape at that moment came in and saw the ice on the stairs.
"I thought there was a fire?" He asked confused.
"I uh there was but I uh..." Draco smirked drunkily.
"Yes well 20 points to Slytherin but 5 taken away for the fire being started!" Snape snapped.
"Alrighty then." Draco said stifling back a yawn.
"Yes well the boy's dorm will be tended to first thing in the morning so for now you boys sleep on a couch or in a chair." He gave one last glance at Draco who collapsed on his favorite couch. Snape shook his head just as Harry did, and knew right away young Malfoy was highly intoxicated and left. Draco woke up feeling sicker than usual but was use to it by now. He stretched and rubbed his temples and looked on the table beside him and saw the vodka bottle. He stood up and went upstair to see if everything was back to normal. It was so he grabbed the clothes that escaped the fire and threw them on, keeping in mind to look good because he was going to go see Hermione.
