This story contains hard drug use, graphic sex scenes and explicit language. It's rated R for a reason. I will not compromise this story for anyone and those who are against anything mentioned above may not want to read this.
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The last chapter expanded over: June 25th and ended with Draco accidentally smashing a bottle of vodka into the side of Harry's head after a drugged-fuelled argument.
This chapter expands over:
June 25th and June 26th
"Oh god what the fuck have I done?"
"Just calm down."
"God, oh shit, I'm going to get into so much shit for this."
"Draco -"
"I'm so fucking scared I'm -"
"DRACO," Harry roared, angrily blinking away the tears that were over spilling from his eyes while clutching his wounded head in pain. "Calm the fuck down and get me some ice."
Draco nodded frantically. He turned to the cupboard and began rummaging through it.
"Draco, get the fucking ice!"
"I can't find it," Draco wailed pathetically.
"It's not in the cupboard!"
"I can't remember where it is!"
Harry kicked the refrigerator door in angry response. "It's in there," he hissed, his head throbbing like crazy. He applied more pressure to the open wound, crimson seeping through his fingers. His index finger brushed over a small sharp fragment of glass and he shook his head to try and get rid of it. It was no use, small microscopic shards of glass were defiantly embedded into his head and the sticky blood was holding them steadfast through the strands of his hair.
Draco fumbled with the refrigerator door trying to work the handle. His whole body was buzzing and it was making him unable to concentrate. The happy frame of mind that the ecstasy had provided him with had been taken over by something cruel and sinister and now the same drug that had made him so happy just hours ago was making him paranoid that he was going to go to prison for life for what he did to Harry. And how could he have done that to Harry? He didn't mean to but what if Harry thought he did? What if Harry told the police that he was a psychopath and that he always smashed bottles over people's heads? He started to cry bitterly at the thought of this.
"Draco, what's the matter?" Harry asked angrily, clutching his head in the utmost pain.
Draco looked at him through watery eyes. "Please don't report me to the police, Harry. I love you!"
"Draco, just get the fucking ice NOW," Harry exploded, prompting a flurry of fresh new tears from Draco.
"Why don't you love me anymore?" he sobbed.
"Draco, I'm fucking bleeding!" Harry cried, trying a pleading approach to the situation. "Please will you just get me some ice, I need some now."
Draco sniffed and looked in the freezer. "I can't find any," he mumbled. He turned to Harry. "Please don't hate me," he said desperately.
"Hand me a bag of vegetables or something quick," Harry commanded sharply and Draco burst into fresh tears at his tone. He handed Harry a bag of peas limply and watched him through teary eyes. Harry glared back at him before squeezing his eyes tightly, sucking in sharp air through his teeth as the sharpness of the icy cold came into contact with the fiery bloodstream. He bit down on his bottom lip hard. The pain coming from his head was torturous. He thought he was going to be sick or pass out and as the whole kitchen swerved sideways, so did he.
"Harry?" Draco queried anxiously.
"Phone me an ambulance quick."
"What?"
"Phone me an ambulance, will you?"
"No, please don't -"
"PHONE ME AN AMBULANCE!"
"NO! Harry I can't, they'll know that I -"
"DRACO I NEED TO GET TO HOSPITAL, LOOK AT ME!"
Draco hesitated. "It'll sort itself out," he offered timidly.
Harry glared at him through eyes of venom. "Phone me an ambulance now," he said in a dangerously calm voice.
"No look, we can fix this ourselves, we could -"
"Do it, Draco."
"But they'll lock me up!" Draco wailed. "They'll arrest me for domestic violence and then when they find out that I've taken drugs they'll give me a longer sentence!"
"ENOUGH," Harry yelled. Draco cowered at his tone. "I'M FUCKING BLEEDING," he continued angrily. "CAN YOU SEE THIS RIVER OF BLOOD POURING FROM MY HEAD OR ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?"
"Stop it!"
"Draco you did this," Harry hissed, "now you sort it out by phoning for an ambulance."
"I can't!"
"But you could smash my head with a bottle?"
"I didn't mean to!"
"I don't care, just phone for the fucking ambulance."
"They'll take me away!"
Harry snarled angrily and pushed past Draco and made his way to the telephone, still holding the icy bag on his head.
"No you can't Harry," Draco yelled in panicked tones. He grabbed Harry's arm violently, causing him to fall, banging his head on the carpet. Harry screamed in agony as pain throbbed up and down his head.
"I'm sorry!" Draco gushed, falling to his knees beside Harry, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Shit Harry, I'm so sorry."
"Draco I need to get to hospital," Harry begged, his own eyes streaming with tears now.
"No you can't!" Draco pleaded.
"Drake, I'm not going to report you, don't be fucking stupid."
"But -"
"Look at me. You can see that I need to get there right away."
"I don't -"
"PLEASE," Harry yelled. Draco flinched at his tone. "Please," he repeated in softer tones. He needed to calm Draco down enough for him to dial for an ambulance. "Drake, I need you to phone an ambulance for me. I'll ... I'll just tell them that someone on the street did it."
Draco nodded frantically, his face flushed, eyes darting all over Harry, taking every inch of him in. "Okay," he agreed, getting up. Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him.
"Wait," Draco suddenly spat, falling to his knees again. "They'll be an enquiry if you tell them that."
"There won't -"
"Yes there will, and then they'll find out you lied and then they'll think that I forced you to and -"
"They won't," Harry insisted.
"They will. God I am in so much shit."
"I'll tell them that a bottle fell off a shelf or something and hit me in the head then," Harry said.
"That won't work," Draco said, fresh tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
"It will!"
"But they'll ask where I was!"
"At the club."
"But then they'll find me here."
"You can say you came home."
"No that'll look suspicious," Draco said, looking over his shoulder, expecting the police to burst in at any second and arrest him.
"Okay, you can just hide when they come."
Draco pondered this. "Okay," he agreed finally. He ran to the telephone and brought it over to Harry.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in confused tones.
Draco looked taken aback. "I can't phone," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, dropping it next to him.
Harry sighed angrily and sat up into a sitting position as best as he could whilst Draco paced up and down the living room anxiously. He applied more pressure to the wound and sucked in breath sharply as the pain pulsated inside his head violently. He was in so many states of mind at the moment that he didn't know what the hell was going on inside his mind as the thoughts conflicted off of one another. He hated Draco right now. He'd just smashed a bottle of vodka over his head, and whether it was an accident or not didn't matter - he'd still done it. But he wanted to protect him. This wasn't Draco at all. It was the fucking ecstasy pills that had turned him into this panic-stricken lunatic and he wanted to calm him down and reassure him that everything was going to be okay.
Meanwhile, Draco had moved his pacing to the kitchen, the sounds of glass crunching beneath his shoes comforting to the situation. He couldn't believe what he had done. The situation unwillingly repeated itself in his mind and he silently begged his brain to break down. The horrific cries coming from Harry as the bottle connected with his head echoed inside his mind and it took everything inside of him to hold the scream that was threatening to burst out from his lungs.
It took everything inside of me to stop the scream that was bursting out of my lungs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry asked, his enquiry on repeat. I didn't dare answer and instead nodded frantically, my face flushed, my teeth gritted. I bit down hard on my lip as Harry's hard cock pushed another inch into my tight hole. It hurt like hell.
"You okay?"
I let out a small gasp and shut my eyes. "Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Just do it." My voice sounded high and urgent. I don't know why I was so desperate to let Harry fuck me. Maybe so I could get him to fall in love with me? I don't know what the reason was. All I knew is that every time he inserted his dick a little bit further, I thought my brain would explode from the pain.
"I'm almost in." The words sounded heavenly.
Another push and another rush of red hot pain. "I'm in. Now, relax Drake. I need you to relax properly."
I bit back the temptation to retort that nobody could relax with a fucking dick impaled into their ass and instead did as he commanded. He wasn't a virgin whereas I was and he knew about this stuff more than me. And sure enough, after about fifteen seconds I felt my ass muscles unclench and it felt almost natural for Harry's dick to be up there.
I let out the huge breath that I had been holding. "I'm okay." I opened my eyes to see Harry grinning down at me.
"You sure?"
He wanted to make sure I was alright, at any rate. "Yep," I assured him and almost assuring myself.
Very slowly, he started thrusting the majority of his cock in and out of my hole. I was grateful for the lubrication that Harry had insisted slathering on his dick and up my ass as I felt it slide in and out almost easily. To say it didn't hurt though would be lying. Although Harry was shutting his eyes in ecstasy, completely getting into the moment, I had taken to shutting my own eyes to block out the pain. As his thrusts got rougher I thought I was going to be sick. A lurch came over my stomach and I wanted to beg him to stop. At the same time, there was on odd sensation stirring in the back of my mind that I enjoyed what he was doing. Maybe I did. Maybe I -
I let out a loud cry of ecstasy. I don't know what exactly Harry had done, but his dick had touched a part of my ass that made my dick throb excitedly. It felt like I was going to cum straight away and I commanded my body to stop. All the same, I didn't want Harry to stop hitting that particular spot, it felt perfect. It was like -
I let out another scream. He had hit it again. I opened my eyes to see his sweaty face smiling down at me. I leaned in for a wet kiss, our hot chests coming into contact with each other. Leaning on one hand, he started to wank me off in the way he knew that I liked. I collapsed onto my back again, my legs still thrown over his shoulders. The combination of him fucking me in that hot way and masturbating me with that expert hand proved too much and I came over my stomach.
I breathed sharp breaths as Harry continued to fuck my ass and it wasn't long before he gave a hard thrust and stayed inside of me, before slowly drawing in and out with miniature thrusts. He stayed in me until his dick lost its erection and then pulled out, detaching the condom from his now soft cock. Throwing it on the counter next to the bed, he flopped next to me and leant in for a kiss.
"How was that for your first time?" he asked.
I smirked. "It didn't last very long, did it?"
He gave me a playful punch. "Hey, seeing the sight of you naked, I was lucky to even keep an erection!" His features softened, his voice lowering in seriousness. "I ... like you Drake. A lot."
I knew what he couldn't say, because I couldn't say it either. I wished I could. "I like you too," I said softly.
"Do you think that ... we'll ... ever ... ?" his voice trailed off.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe."
He snuggled into my chest. "Well I'm happy liking you right now, all the same."
I grinned. "Me too."
We lay there like that for a while, our chests rising and falling simultaneously. "Hey," I said, shifting my chest which Harry's head was resting on. "I hope you're not going to sleep."
"No," he lied, mumbling sleepily.
"Good!" With that I threw him off of me cruelly and straddled him, pinning his hands above his head before he had a chance to react.
"Hey, get off!" he protested in faux annoyance.
I attacked his neck in response, sucking and biting on his skin. "You're going to be marked mine by tomorrow!" I said, coming up for a breather.
"That's not a bad thing," Harry smiled.
I grinned. "Ready for the ride of your life?"
"What, again? Now!"
"I've got the staying power," I retorted cockily. "Where are the condoms?"
"There's none left," Harry smirked.
"Liar!"
"No seriously, take a look."
I rolled off of the bed and opened the box. Sure enough, there were none in there.
"Goodnight!" Harry smirked winningly, and rolled over onto his side.
Harry had rolled over onto his side when Draco walked back into the living room. He was clutching his head like his life depended on it - something that Draco feared did.
"Are you all right?" he asked awkwardly. Harry shook his head slightly in response. His eyes were no longer shut tightly but remained that way naturally. A lurch swept over Draco as he imagined Harry slipping away from him, losing consciousness.
"Harry, did you call for an ambulance?"
No response.
"Harry?" Draco whispered timidly.
His eyes flickered slightly.
"HARRY!" Draco screamed hysterically, the remains of the ecstasy pills flowing through his blood whipping him into a frenzied panic. He sank to his knees and shook Harry's shoulders hard. It prompted a weak groan of protest from him.
"Harry please, wake up!" Tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes as Harry remained still. "Harry, come on!" Draco croaked urgently. "You've -"
A sharp rapping at the door made him freeze. A cold shiver trickled down his spine and Draco sat there paralysed for a couple of seconds as an official-sounding voice shouted through the letterbox.
"Harry Potter? Harry Potter, can you hear me?"
A wave of nausea swept over Draco as the ecstasy dominated his mind, forcing him to live out scenarios in which he was captured by the police and made to spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Harry, are you in there?" Forceful.
Draco looked down at Harry.
"He mentioned a spare key." Mutter.
Draco looked up at the door.
"Where is it?" Query.
Draco looked down at Harry.
"He didn't say - it's around here somewhere." Desperate.
Draco planted a kiss on Harry's forehead as he heard a male voice announce he'd found it. Scuttling up the stairs as lightly as he could, he heard the key being inserted into the lock. He threw himself into the bedroom and hid in the wardrobe, disguising himself by the clothes that hung up there. Every breath he breathed caught in his throat and choked him, strangling him with bitterness and lies. He was a bastard. He was a heartless bastard who didn't deserve Harry. And Harry certainly didn't deserve him, he needed someone better. Someone who would treat him right.
But he needed Harry. He wanted Harry. And if Harry was happy staying with him, then they should stay together. It was as simple as that. They fitted together perfectly and it should remain that way forever. And if Harry didn't see it that way, then ... well then he was selfish. Yeah, if he ever left him, then he'd be selfish. He couldn't survive without him and Harry knew that. Once again, the happy thoughts that the ecstasy had provided him with only hours before had now warped his mind with its melodic hypnotic charms.
He couldn't hear anything downstairs but he didn't risk taking a look. And despite his heartbeat racing at a million miles an hour and drug-fuelled blood coursing through his veins furiously, he felt his eyes slowly closing, his mind slowly shutting down...
The sound was a shrill one.
A lazy eye opened.
The sound continued.
A pair of lazy eyes fluttered open.
The sound was patient.
A confused groan was grunted.
The sound was relentless.
A mind woke up.
The sound was impatient.
A crick in a neck was felt.
The sound was desperate.
A back straightened.
The sound stopped.
A breath was drawn.
The sound began again.
Draco managed to stumble out of the wardrobe, not knowing what he was doing in there, and make it to the telephone that was rudely interrupting the night with its shrilly ringing.
"'Lo?" he muttered lazily.
"Ty? It's Rog."
"'Lo," he repeated monotonously.
"Were you asleep?"
Draco grunted affirmative.
Roger snickered on the other end of the phone. "At 2am? That's not your style!"
"What do you want Roger?" Teeth gritted and voice devoid of emotion, Draco was not in the mood to be woken up abruptly like this. He squeezed his neck, trying to massage the pain away as he listened to Roger's animated voice gabble away.
"See the thing is Ty, I'm beginning to think that you should move onto bigger and better things. I mean, coke and pills are one thing, but you need something more constant, something more ..."
"Addictive?" Draco offered.
"No, no, no," Roger insisted. "No, don't use that word Tyler, in no way do I mean addictive. No, not addictive. No, no, I'm just thinking that you should try out some new things. And well, I have something that's the very best, something that will send your soul into heaven. Seriously Ty, this is the real deal here."
"Roger, I'm tired."
"Sure, sure Ty, I understand. I'll come round tomorrow."
"No Roger, I don't think Harry will -"
Harry.
The bottle. The blood. The betrayal.
It all came flooding back and stabbed Draco in the heart mercilessly.
"Don't think Harry will what?" Roger's voice sounded distant. The phone was on the floor. "Ty? Tyler?" Roger called up to him. But Draco wasn't listening. He was shaking now, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing hard - comfortingly or for punishment he wasn't able to work out. The memories of the previous night infiltrated his mind and now that the last dregs of the ecstasy effects had slipped away, he was left with the cold, hard, ugly truth. He didn't remember stumbling into the bathroom, but that's where he found himself a couple of seconds later. He looked into the mirror and for the first time saw himself properly.
His grey eyes that had once bored into people now looked like they had been bored into themselves. They had turned a dullish colour, only slightly highlighted by the ugly dark rings around his eyes. His loss of appetite had made his once handsome slim face turn skeletal and his cheekbones were no longer attractive, but sunken and hollow giving his face a ghostly look to it. His previously flawless skin had been attacked by a series of blemishes, something that he would have never allowed before. When did he stop caring?
He knew when. And he knew what he had to do.
He had to change.
I can change.
For Harry's sake he had to change.
I'll correct the defect.
He wanted his old body back.
Look at me the way you did before.
And he'd give up everything.
I can change.
The drinking and the drug using.
Diagnose the symptom.
Draco chewed his lip. The high spirits, the illicit yet perfect sense of euphoria, could he give up all of that? He wasn't sure.
Buy the antidote but not the cure.
"Yes, he was brought here last night."
Draco was hoping that the receptionist would say no. He didn't know where Harry had been admitted to and only knew of one hospital in the area that they lived in. He had stayed up frantically last night, trying to work out the best option to take. He argued with himself whether he should go and see him straight away or wait until the next day. If he went straight away, turning up in the middle of the night, hospital staff might get suspicious and call the police. And then they might do a drugs test and find him positive and arrest him. No, it was better to wait until morning. Harry was in safe hands with the doctors and would be fine. All the same, he couldn't help worrying and it didn't let him get a wink of sleep at all.
Around 5am, the telephone rang. The sound was loud in the quiet house and Draco wanted it to stop. He was too afraid to answer it though, should it be a call from the hospital telling him Harry was dead, or that the police were coming round to arrest him, so he waited until it stopped ringing and then disconnected the wire. A couple of hours later, the wait was unbearable and he had to find Harry right away. He kept on the clothes that he was wearing and didn't bother washing or brushing his teeth. He thought that by looking a bit scruffy, it would seem that the first thing on his mind was Harry and that people would think he'd been out all night but came rushing to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. Despite the situation, he allowed a moment to marvel at his clever plan.
He pulled out an old jacket that he hadn't worn for a couple of weeks and put it on. He threw himself down the stairs two at a time and grabbed the keys from the counter in the kitchen where accusing shards of glass stared up at him, glistening dangerously. Jamming his keys into the pocket of his jacket, he was about to leave the house when his fingers closed around some old gum wrappers. Feeling about to see if he had any sticks of gum left, before finally pulling out the wrapper to see for himself, he was met with something better.
He didn't know how he'd managed to forget this little lifesaver. By the way the wrapper was folded up in its origami style, he knew what it contained. And sure enough, when unfolding it with shaking fingers, he found some wonderful fine white powder. Not a lot at all, but at least enough for a little pick-me-up.
He only hesitated for a moment before rushing into the kitchen and scrambling about for something he could snort it with. The previous nights plans of rehabilitation were dashed out of the window as he inhaled the line. He closed his eyes, gladdened of what he had done, before leaving the house and making his way to the hospital.
He didn't mind the journey there but when he had reached the destination, the coke had worn off and he found himself shaking with fear for his life. He was convinced that the police were on the hunt for him and when he mistook an ambulance siren for a police car, he jumped violently and almost vomited. He calmed himself down by toying with the idea that Harry might not be in that particular hospital and decided to check it out. Which is where he found himself now.
"Are you a relative of Mr. Potters?" the receptionist quizzed Draco.
Shit. She suspected something.
"Yeah, he's my cousin," Draco managed to blurt out.
Did her eyes narrow in suspicion, or was it his imagination? "He's in ward two, on the fifth floor." She glanced behind her at the clock on the wall. "It's not visiting hours for at least three hours yet, but -" She lowered her voice and Draco leant in close to hear her. " - As Mr. Potter isn't going to be with us for much longer, I suppose I can bend the rules this once."
She gave Draco a kind smile in which he returned with an open-mouthed look of shock. Harry wasn't going to be with them for much longer? Oh god, what the fuck had he done? A wave of nausea came over him and this time, only making it to the bathroom just in time, he was sick. He sat on the toilet for a while, breathing heavily, trying to keep the nauseous feeling down. Oh god, how could he ever forgive himself? Harry was going to fucking die and it was all his fault. He was the most horrible, fucked-up twisted person ever and he deserved to die instead of Harry.
He couldn't see Harry. He wasn't up to it, he needed to go home. He exited the toilet fast and ran all the way out of the building, the astonished look of the receptionist a mere blur.
The phone kept ringing out.
Harry sighed impatiently and slammed it down. Although he wasn't going to be staying in here for much longer, it would have been at least nice for Draco to fucking visit, let alone answer the fucking phone when he called. A wave of anger surged through him as he imagined Draco clubbing it, off his face on drugs.
"I could kill that fucking prick," he muttered to himself, making his way back to his ward.
Draco was met by Roger on his doorstep.
"You all right Ty?" he asked concernedly. Draco managed to nod, mumbling an incoherent excuse, brushing past him to open the door.
"You sure?" Roger asked doubtfully, "You look a bit edgy."
"I-I'm fine," he stammered. "Want something to drink?"
Roger grinned. "Want something to take?" he retorted.
Heaven.
Draco looked at him through eyes of sheer desperation. Roger smiled victoriously. "You got any coke?" he asked pleadingly.
Roger shook his head. "Nope, I've brought something better like I promised."
He craved coke. "What is it?"
Grin. "A surprise. Give me your arm."
Draco didn't care what it was. He didn't care when Roger began to wrap an elastic band tightly around his arm and he didn't care when Roger pulled out a needle. It could kill him, he supposed, but he didn't give a fuck. Dying seemed pleasant right now.
"This will sort you out nicely," Roger whispered soothingly. "It'll take about seven seconds to kick in and then you'll feel like you've died and gone to heaven."
Draco already felt dead. Dead, dead and too much dead, everyone was dying.
"Ready?"
Draco remained still.
"I'm going to inject the needle in now."
Draco remained still.
"Don't move."
Draco remained still.
"In seven seconds, everything will be fine."
And it was at that point that he remembered something. It wasn't important, not at all, in fact it was rather pointless. He didn't know why the song lyric just popped into his head. It was to do with the situation, he supposed, but all the same it was rather random. The needle pierced his skin.
Your
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Junkie
2
Ego
3
Won't
4
Save
5
You
6
This
7
Time
Yay, another chapter over. Lol, I didn't mean for that to sound like I don't like writing this story, but I'm pleased whenever I get another chapter out. I like the story developing. Anyway, this chapter is shorter than the rest, only because I'm desperate to get this up at some point and the more I keep adding to it, the less likely that's ever going to happen, so I thought I'd put it out now before I have time to change to mind!
Anyway, thank you to you guys who reviewed and can I just say a couple of things to:
Ura-hd: I just LOVE your take on the story. I love getting your reviews! I can't really answer all of your questions, as I haven't thought about the story that much (I feel guilty saying that) but what I can tell you is that Harry works nights, which is why he doesn't go out clubbing much anymore with Draco (who is selfish enough to think that Harry is neglecting him.) The story is called seven because (and I thought about this for a while so I'm glad someone asked!):
There's seven (full-length) chapters. (Not the main reason, but a reason none the less!) The average ecstasy high when taking good pills last around seven hours, and also as you see above it takes seven seconds for some strong heroin to kick in (apparently.) I also like how seven is considered a lucky number and this is anything but lucky.
Also can I say thank you to PrincessPepper! I just love your reviews too, you're very psychological, I love it! I wish I could agree and say "oh I'm glad you thought that, I wrote it that way especially" but sadly I didn't. But I agree with you definitely, about how Harry regrets becoming an alcoholic and how he sort of regrets being involved with Draco! That's very good symbolism (claps for you!)
And thank you to everyone else, and everyone who is planning on reviewing. Not the best chapter by my admittance, but still review! Please, for me! By the way, don't you just fucking hate Draco right now? It was a shame, I hated writing him in this way, but I suppose it has to be done! At least I've got it out of my system so I can concentrate on vulnerable!Draco in 'A Spiders Web' which I PROMISE I will update soon!
Love you all, take care! Jordan x
Song lyrics taken from Jack off Jill and they are (in order they were used in) Surgery and Nazi halo.