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 June 26th and ended with Roger injecting heroin into Draco, who had gone hysterical at the thought of killing Harry.
This chapter expands over:
June 30th
"Can I have a U-100 syringe? Please."
"May I ask what you intend to use it for?"
Draco licked his lips, his eyes darting around nervously. "I'm diabetic," he lied. The woman behind the counter stared at him for a couple of seconds and it took everything inside of Draco to keep him from bolting out of the pharmacy. His addiction kept him to a standstill. She turned from the desk and Draco let out a silent sigh of relief. She believed him. He would get the needle and everything would be alright. Harry was alive. He hadn't killed him and he hadn't done anything wrong. Life was great.
And the heroin made sure of that. Draco had slipped into a state of sickness after Roger had injected him for the first time and he was sure he'd never try it again. But yesterday, Roger had called round, once again promising drugs, but once again failing to bring coke. He persuaded Draco to try it again and Draco reluctantly agreed.
And how fucking glad was he that he did. It was heaven.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
And he was there. His entire body was suddenly flooded with a warm sense of happiness, and although he felt drowsy, he had felt more alive than ever. His skin crawled as though an army of ants were walking over him, and as he reached a slow-motioned hand over to scratch his arm, a smile appeared on his face at the contentedness he was feeling. Everything was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
"Here you are, sir."
Draco took the syringe with a trembling hand and held out the cash for it. He saw the woman look at him rather sharply and flashed her a weak smile. She reluctantly took the cash and gave him his change. He took it from her and released the coins from his hand into his pocket only for them to spill all over the floor. He looked up nervously.
"Are you alright?"
He gave the slightest of nods and bent down to retrieve his money, his face burning with shame, his body itching to get back to its favourite state. The coins all seemed to melt into each other and the floor was shaking. A painful beat banged itself on the inside of his head and he gritted his teeth, trying to cope with the pain inwardly. He strained his eyes and forced himself to concentrate on one coin before slowly picking it up carefully and putting it into his pocket. He followed this procedure for every coin and by the time that he had completed the task, a spectacle had gathered around him.
"Sir, when was your last dosage?"
Draco looked up, frightened. Did they know? Were there really that many people looking at him or was his vision seeing double?
"Sir?"
The voice echoed and left a trail in his mind.
"I ... I'm okay."
Did he just say that?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He did say that. He also picked himself up from the floor and slowly stumbled to the shop door. "I'm fine," he reassured everyone in a whisper, but he wasn't sure if they were even listening. Had they ever been listening?
The rain caught him by surprise and he looked up at the sky, blinking stupidly. He hadn't brought a coat. He didn't think he needed one, it hadn't been raining this morning, had it? How long had he been out? Time had broken all its rules and was starting to fuck mercilessly with Draco's mind. He looked at his surroundings. Everything pretty was being ruined by the rain. People were jostling each other to get into shelter and Draco felt like he was invisible. A wave of depression swept over him and captured his soul in a river of dejection. His shoulders slumped miserably and he made his way home, not caring when people pushed past him without apologising. Maybe they had.
He got home quicker than he thought and he looked around in surprise, amazed that he had completed the journey so quickly. He fumbled for his keys and then stared hard at the lock, trying to make it stop moving, unsuccessfully. Gripping the syringe in his hand determinedly brought on a new found determination and he found the key fit in the lock perfectly. Turning it, he went inside, slammed the door behind him and slumped down on the sofa in the living room.
He tried to revive himself with the thought of taking his last stash of heroin, but the fact that it was running out depressed him even more. Since Harry had pointed out the ugly truth about money being tight, Draco had become paranoid about overspending. Harry had been spot on when he had guessed that most of the money had been spent on drink and drugs, but he couldn't stop taking them now. Harry would just have to work more shifts. Or he'd get a job and work a couple of hours a day or something maybe.
As he began to throw himself from the sofa to set his hit up, a figure standing in the doorway caught his eye.
"Harry!" he exclaimed, his heart thumping in his chest. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Harry grinned. "You left your keys in the lock," he said. Draco nodded in realisation, and then there was an awkward silence left lingering in the air.
"Well... I'm all clear now," said Harry.
"Everything's fine?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Yeah, I know."
There was another agonising moment of awkward silence between the pair. Harry shifted from foot to foot.
"So... Is it true? What you said on the phone? That you came to the hospital but you thought ...?"
Draco scowled. "Yes it is," he said defensively. "I do care about you, you know."
"I know," Harry said in placating tones.
"Yeah, so what are you asking for then?" Draco said, folding his arms.
Harry sighed. "Draco, I don't want a fight. Not now."
Draco shrugged indifferently and looked away. "Could have fooled me, the way you acted so suspiciously as if I was out partying every night while you were in hospital, but I guess that's what you assume of me nowadays, isn't it?"
Harry opened his mouth ready to respond, but instead shook his head slightly and made his way upstairs. Draco felt self-hatred bubbling up inside his stomach which made him hate Harry for making him feel this way. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, clenching his fists, trying to stop himself from punching the nearest wall.
Anger and hate can revive a deadened body. Love can be the final nail in the coffin.
"Draco!" Harry hollered.
"What?" Draco roared from downstairs.
"Why is the bedroom in such a mess?"
"What?"
"Why is the bedroom in such a mess?"
"Can't hear you," Draco replied dismissively.
"WHY IS THE BEDROOM IN SUCH A MESS?"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"WELL COME UPSTAIRS THEN!"
Draco stormed upstairs, imagining each step was Harry's face as he stomped up them noisily, before throwing himself into the bedroom. "What did you say?" he snapped.
"Why is the bedroom in such a mess?" Harry repeated crossly, indicating the state that the room was in.
"Lighten up, it's a bit untidy that's all," Draco muttered. "No need to go into cardiac arrest."
"Yeah but I don't want to have to come home from hospital and clean up after you the second I walk through the door."
Draco shrugged. "Don't then." Harry gave him a sharp look. "You are so fucking moody Harry, just leave it as it is, does it really matter that there's a little bit of mess?"
"You couldn't stop screaming your head off when you saw a rat in the dining room!" Harry retorted.
"I didn't care," Draco lied.
Harry's eyes widened and a small grin crept onto his face. "You liar!"
Draco smiled in spite of being caught out. "I didn't give a damn!" he insisted, snaking closer to Harry and wrapping his arms around his neck. Harry carefully let his head rest on Draco's chest, enjoying the warmth and the familiar scent of his boyfriend.
"I've missed you," he said, voice muffled by Draco's shirt.
"I've missed you too," Draco replied.
Harry looked up enquiringly.
"For fucks sake, Harry!" Draco roared, pushing him away. Harry stumbled and fell onto his back. A horribly painful noise was heard as his arm connected with the bedside drawer that was over cluttered with mess. "Why don't you ever fucking believe me?" Draco roared uncaringly as Harry clutched onto his hand.
"Drake, I'm bleeding!" He said between sharp breaths.
"What?" Draco blinked as if registering the fall for the first time. He crouched down next to Harry and held him in his arms.
"I fucking cut myself on this," Harry said, holding up a dome-shaped circle with razorblade edges. "What the hell is it, the bottom of a drinks can?"
Draco licked his lips nervously.
Purchase a can of Coca-Cola or any other beverage of choice. Empty the contents. Cut off the bottom of the can. Notice how it is curved inward like a spoon. This will now be referred to as the spoon. Clean the spoon thoroughly with an alcohol swab. Take out the contents of your purchased drug of choice: heroin. It will have a faint smell of vinegar. This is normal. It usually comes in chunks that are roughly the size of two tic-tac candies. Place a chunk in the spoon. Use your already purchased syringe to suck up 50-75 units of water and squirt it into the spoon. Get out a lighter and light the bottom of the spoon. This will help it dissolve better. Clean your fingers before moving onto the next step...
"I don't know..." Draco shrugged. "I think I cut it off when I was bored..."
...Roll a piece of cotton into a little ball. It should be a little bigger than a tic-tac. Drop it into the heroin and notice how it puffs up like a sponge. Push the syringe into the centre of the cotton. Pull the plunger back. Keep pulling until all of the heroin is sucked in. Your chosen area to inject the heroin must be cleaned with an alcohol swab thoroughly.
Harry stared enquiringly. "Whatever," he finally said dismissively, "I need to get this cleaned up." He stood up and walked to the bathroom. Draco carefully picked up the spoon and chucked it out of the window, before frantically going through the messy bedroom and finding the other thing he wanted. Spotting it, he picked it up and threw that out of the window too before collapsing onto the bed.
Syringes should never be used twice. This is extremely important.
Harry walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Draco.
"Sorry," Draco said, not meeting Harry's eyes.
Harry sighed. "You've ... you've changed Drake," he said softly, putting his cut hand on Draco's leg. "The drugs have changed you."
"They haven't," Draco said, moving his leg from Harry's touch.
"They have, you've gotten ..." his voice trailed to a standstill.
"What?" Draco asked sharply.
Harry remained silent.
"What?" he repeated, "what sort of monster have I become, Harry?"
"I didn't mean -"
"COME ON, SPIT IT OUT!"
"THE SORT THAT LIKES TO BEAT UP THEIR BOYFRIEND," Harry retaliated shrilly. A eerie silence fell over the room. Draco swallowed.
"I said I was sorry about that," he said in a dangerously calm voice.
Harry looked away, fear stirring in the pit of his stomach. He was afraid of Draco when he wasn't ranting and raving. He heard a sniff and looked over at Draco quickly.
"Drake..." he said desperately as he saw him collapse into sobs. "Drake, come on, I didn't mean it."
Draco's shoulders shook up and down as he let himself fall into Harry's arms. "I'm sorry," he cried between sobs. "I'm really sorry."
"I know," Harry replied soothingly, rubbing his back. "But we'll get you through this Draco, I promise."
Draco stopped in mid-sob. "What?" he sniffed.
"We'll get you out of this downward spiral," Harry continued. "Drake, it's not doing you any favours, you need to stop this addiction."
Draco stiffened and pulled away from Harry's arms. "I..."
"What?"
"I... well, I don't know if ... I don't know if I want to stop." Draco didn't meet Harry's eyes, but shut them together when he heard Harry let out a small gasp.
"But why?" Harry asked in shocked tones.
Draco shrugged and looked out of the window. Everything was grey. "Don't know."
"But they're bad," Harry bleated.
"Oh for fucks sake, just leave me alone," Draco roared, throwing himself off the bed and stomping down the hallway. He turned into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, breathing heavily and angrily. His eyes shifted towards the sink where crimson smudges still tainted the sink from Harry's hand. He looked back up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. He saw that he looked slightly worried.
"What?" Draco snapped angrily. He turned around to face him. "I'm not going to fucking take anything, don't worry."
"I do worry."
"Well don't."
"But I do!"
"Well don't," Draco replied forcefully.
"Do you know how many people die from ecstasy and cocaine every night?" Harry argued.
Draco shrugged. "Don't care," he said offhandedly. And he didn't. He didn't need those small time drugs anymore. He had all he needed and all it took was one injection.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "I wish you did," he said in a small voice. Draco couldn't stand feeling guilty and barged past him, purposely knocking his shoulder.
"Too bad," he snapped over his shoulder.
"IT'S TOO BAD FOR YOU!" Harry shouted after him. "Because you're the one who's going to die."
"We all die," Draco retaliated, stopping at the end of the hallway.
"Yeah, but you'll die the worst kind of death," Harry retorted. "The kind where your soul dies first. The kind where your spirit is killed off but your body remains to live a purposeless life."
A cold shiver ran down Draco's spine before his whole body was racked with heat. He needed to get out of the house fast. He needed to fucking shoot up before his mind was going to explode. There was too much truth and too much honesty and too much emotion and real feelings coming out and he couldn't let Harry see any of them and he didn't want to see any of them himself either and he just needed to escape, escape, escape and run away, he was running, down the stairs and into the living room scooping down to retrieve his purchased syringe and then it was sunlight as he ran down the street so fast everything was a blur before stopping to take a breath at Roger's house.
He blinked and looked around. Roger's house. How did he get there so fast? He looked over his shoulder for any signs of Harry, but there were none. He cast his mind back to the scene that just happened. How much time had passed before they'd argued? Roger's house was about twenty minutes from theirs, did he really run all that way without stopping? Did Harry chase him? Did he -
"Tyler!"
Draco looked around to see Roger leering at him from the upstairs window. "How d-did you know I was coming?" he stammered.
"You rang the bell..." Roger said slowly. Draco's gaze followed his shoulder, down to his elbow and ended up at his quivering finger that was inches away from Roger's doorbell. He looked up again to find Roger had gone.
"You coming in then Ty, or are you going to stand out there all day?"
"I'm coming ..." Draco started, but found he was already in the hallway taking off his coat. His mind was seriously fucking up. He needed to sort it out. He needed heroin.
"Rog, I need some skag," Draco said, following Roger upstairs. He heard Roger snicker.
"You look like you do mate."
"Yeah, so can I get some?" Draco asked desperately, needing to get away from the current state that he was in.
Roger sighed as they walked into his bedroom. "Well... I'm afraid it's going to cost you," he replied, sinking back into an armchair.
Draco stood by the doorway. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I've brought money."
Roger smiled sinisterly baring a set of stained teeth. "I don't want money," he said throatily. "I want something more precious."
Draco's eyes darted around nervously. "Okay," he said slowly.
Roger grinned. "Come over here, Ty." Draco reluctantly shuffled over. "You know I like 'em young, don't you?"
Draco nodded slightly. "Y-yeah," he stammered.
"Really young," Roger added.
Draco nodded but didn't say anything this time.
"Some might call it ... Illegal."
Draco swallowed.
"The thing is Ty, parents have been getting really careful these days. Don't like the idea of people like me hounding their little precious kids." He smirked at this and Draco almost threw up. "So needless to say, I haven't been getting any for a while. But you... I think that you'll do just nicely."
"You want me to ..." Draco's voice wobbled.
"Oh no, no, no," Roger protested, holding his hands up innocently. "No, I don't want you to do anything. But..." he licked his lips in anticipation. "If you want something off me ... Then I think it's only fair that I get something back."
Draco's head spun. "But I can't," he said weakly. "Harry -"
"Need never know," Roger interjected quickly before shrugging dismissively. "But if you don't want to do it, that's fine. But I'm afraid that I can't give you what you want if you don't give me what I want..."
Draco shook his head. "Please," he begged. "Please, I can't do that."
Roger's eyes narrowed. "How badly do you need to feed your addiction?"
A tear fell from Draco's eye and his whole body felt like a deadweight. "Please..."
"How badly?" Roger insisted.
Fresh tears were squeezed from the corners of his eyes and he wiped them away with a grubby hand. "I just need one more hit. That's it."
Roger smiled freshly. "One hit for one fuck. Perfect."
Draco shook his head again.
"Look," Roger snapped sharply, beginning to lose patience at not being able to break him easier. "I don't have time to play these fucking games with you, Tyler. If you don't give me what I want right now then I won't give you what you need."
Draco flinched before nodding slowly. "Okay," he said submissively.
Roger smirked and snapped his fingers. "Get over here." Draco shuffled forwards as Roger stood up. "On your knees," he said sweetly. Draco hesitated before sinking onto his knees. He looked up in defeat at the towering man before him, undoing his fly and whipping out his cock.
"Please," Draco pleaded a final time.
Roger chuckled. "You don't have to beg for it, Ty. It's all yours." His lip curled. "Suck it."
A fresh flurry of tears ran down Draco's cheeks as he slowly brought his lips to Roger's cock. It had an odorous scent coming from underneath his foreskin and Draco almost gagged at what he suspected lay there. He felt a hand snaking through his hair, grabbing a fistful of it tightly and pulling him closer to Roger's cock.
"Suck it." The command came more forceful.
Draco shut his eyes and blocked out everything.
Roger smirked. "Wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked pulling out a rubber band.
All veins in your body have valves. You can find valves by running your finger slowly across a vein. The valve is located where the blood stops. Always inject either under above it or below it. NEVER into it. Use a big rubber band and tie it near the veins you have decided to inject into. When using veins in your upper forearm tie off just above your elbow. When shooting in veins lower down on your arm move the torniquet below your elbow. And even lower when shooting into veins just above your wrist. When injecting into veins in your hand place the torniquet just above your wrist. DO NOT TIE A KNOT in the rubber band. Instead just tuck the rubber underneath itself in a comfortably snug position so it can be easily released after the needle is in the vein but before you press the plunger down.
Draco didn't reply. Roger sniggered and began to smack Draco's forearm hard. Draco closed his eyes and waited for the needle to pierce his skin.
"Ready?"
Draco nodded.
The needle interacted with his skin and he drew a sharp breath. His surroundings began to blur and he was vaguely aware of the needle being withdrawn. He fell back onto the floor as his eyes slowly drifted shut and he faded into obscurity.
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These chapters are getting shorter and shorter each time I update! Partly because I have too much work to do and can't expand on them like I used to able to do, but also because I want to finish both this and 'A Spiders Web' before book six comes out. The next chapters are the last chapters (I will post them together as one is just a sub-chapter) but have no idea when it will be completed! Sorry!