Since I don't have school on Monday and can't update like I want to. I'll post it today.

All right, here is Chapter 7. Don't forget to review.

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Chapter 7: Cocaine Anonymous

"'Mione?" Draco sat up when he realized he was alone. Turning over he looked at the clock '7:30'.

Draco hopped out of bed and got dressed; walking into the kitchen he found his wife slumped over the bar, with orange juice and the newspaper in hand.

"Morning," he said kissing the top part of her head.

"Morning," she didn't look up at him but continued to read the paper.

"I take it you plan on opening Prose late." He asked trying to draw out discussion; he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Hermione shook her head. "It doesn't open until ten."

She looked away from the paper meeting his eyes. Sighing she reached into her pocket and pulled out the substance Draco pulled off Ron the night before.

'Uh oh,' Draco inwardly flinched.

"Found a new hobby, I see." Hermione glared at him. "Cocaine?"

He shook his head. "I found a new hobby, but believe me that isn't it."

"Right," Hermione left the bag on the table and departed.

Draco sighed. "Now she thinks I'm doing drugs."

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"Hey Deft!" Hermione turned around to see the young man who called himself Ryan. "Daft's not here today?"

Hermione's eyes darkened. "No,"

"Oh, well when you see him. Can you tell him his tip worked out quiet nicely?" Ryan's smile disappeared when Hermione looked at him.

"Sure thing," She replied.

Ryan left, bumping into Ron on his way out.

"Hey 'Mione" Ron said, coming behind the counter to hug her.

"Don't get happy. I'm still angry about that stunt you tried to pull with my father." She warned.

"I wasn't quite myself at the time, Anything I can do to make it up to you?" Ron asked seriously.

"You can tell Draco to leave." She said loud enough for Draco to hear as he walked through the door.

Sighing he tossed a letter on the desk and walked back out again.

"What'd he do?" Ron frowned. "I thought the almighty Malfoy could do no wrong."

Hermione shot him a glare. "I found Coke in his coat pocket this morning."

"Wow, I doubt he's taking it 'Mione." Ron told her.

"Since when do you take up for him?"

"Well come on 'Mione think, would Malfoy really put some crap like that into his system?" Ron frowned.

He watched the emotions in her eyes change.

"I don't know," she said walking into her office and closing the door behind them. "I thought he was happy," Hermione slipped her hands over her face and began to cry.

"He is happy 'Mione." Ron tried to reassure her. "As much as I hate to admit, I think if you left the lad he wouldn't be able to breathe anymore."

He hugged her, happy to feel her return it as she cried on his shoulder. "You've got to trust him 'Mione." He sat there for a few more moments before deciding it was time to go and met Draco in the parking lot.

"I have to go,"

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"Get in the car." Draco commanded as he walked up.

"Where are we going?"

"To get you help for your stupid addiction." Draco said angrily.

"Why are you doing this?" Ron asked.

"Because Hermione loves you," He answered.

"I wouldn't be doing this had you not taken her from me." Ron grumbled.

Draco stopped the car.

"I didn't take her from you," he said irritated. "And I don't plan too." He pulled off.

"When did you become the good guy?"

"That's where you're wrong; I could careless about you ruining your life." Draco turned toward him. "But you will not upset my wife."

"You didn't tell Hermione that coke was mine," Ron said.

"Of course not," Draco said thinking for a moment. "But you will clean yourself up."

Draco pulled in front of a large building. He motioned Ron to follow him as he entered and walked over to an elevator.

"What's C.A?"

"Cocaine Anonymous," Draco informed him. Walking into the open door, a group of people sat in a circle inside.

"Ah," a woman stood up. "Mr. Malfoy it's nice to see you again."

"Again?" Ron asked.

"Yes, He and Mrs. Malfoy attended many of my Anger Management sessions before they married."

Draco nodded when Ron looked over at him. "It's nice to see you too Spencer."

"What brings you to C.A?" They both turned to look at Ronald, who suddenly found an interest on his shoes.

"Come with me." Spencer said.

The people in the circle spread out and automatically added two chairs to their group.

Spencer sat down. "Why don't you two introduce yourselves to the group? Starting with you," she voiced motioning toward Draco.

"My Name is Draco Malfoy, I'm 25 years old and I'm here as a supporter." Draco looked toward Ron.

Ron gulped standing up; he met Draco's eyes. Turning toward the group, he sighed.

"My name is Ronald Weasley, I'm 25 years old and I'm addicted to cocaine."

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"How do you feel," Draco asked, as He and Ron walked back to the car as they left the C.A meeting.

"Better," Ron admitted.

Draco nodded, he drove to a near by clothing store.

"What are we doing here?"

"We've got a few more places to go before I release you." He said getting out. "From now until you're clean your Thursdays belong to me."

"And what will Hermione think when you tell her you've been spending all your Thursdays with me?" Ron asked.

"Seeing how she isn't speaking to me because she found your Coke in my pocket, I doubt I'll be explaining anything." Draco opened the door. "Find some respectable clothing; the dressing rooms are over there. I want to see everything you pick out."

"Draco!" The assistant called from the front of the store. Waved, and ran toward Draco for a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

"It nice to see you too, Timothy" Draco smiled lightly at the weird look Ron was giving the two.

"What is this?" Timothy asked frowning as he looked over Ron. "And what is it wearing?"

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