This chapter kind of starts off slow and takes a turn for the worse, not meaning my writing is bad, but that it ends bad for Draco. This is a really serious topic, especially for me. I'm not going to tell you, you'll just have to wait and find out what it is.

Draco

Astoria leaned into my chest as we lay in bed before going to sleep. "Draco, are you alright?"

I nodded, not wanting to start a conversation. She smiled slightly and kissed above my heart. Even if she did make me feel uncomfortable, she also made me feel human. She always did something to remind me that I am living. By simply kissing above my heart, it made me more aware of it's beating. That's really what made me go on. I looked down at her and she was already asleep. It was adorable how fast she could fall asleep. Astoria didn't deserve me. She needed someone pure. Whole.

Yet some how she still loved me. I soon fell asleep. When the sun light him my face, I groaned and opened my eyes. Astoria wasn't in bed, as always. I closed my eyes again and sighed deeply. After a few minutes, I rolled out of the bed and went through my morning routine. I found Astoria in the dining room read The Prophet. She always read it, but I found it untrustworthy after my years of experience. She looked up at me when I entered the room.

After a moment of silence she looked back at the paper and I sat across from her. "How are you doing?" she asked, not looking up from the paper.

"I'm as good as I will ever be," I mumbled and sighed. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I just got down here. The elves are making it right now."

We sat in silence until the elves came in with breakfast. Astoria closed and folded the paper

"I'm going out today," I said flatly and began eating.

"Alright, just be back for dinner," Astoria said and began eating as well.

Later that night, I left the house and went into down town muggle London. I thought I'd take my father's advice and sleep with another woman. It may help me with my situation. I went into one of the clubs. The place was crowded. Women were everywhere, but I didn't fancy any of them.

"Hello there, Mister," a skanky looking woman said to me. "What's your name?"

I looked at her in disgust and replied, "Draco."

"Funny name." She smiled at me slightly. "Fancy to go back to your place?"

"With you? No, not really," I said before going deeper into the club.

Many other women approached me and I turned them all down. It seemed as if they were all trying to be sexy, and it just wasn't sexy. A man then walked up to me. He seemed stoned, or something.

"'Ello mate. Fancy a few grams?"

"What have you got?"

"Anyfing you could fing you can fink of."

I nodded and shoved my hand into my pocket, pulling out my wallet. "Alright. Ten grams of the best thing you've got."

That was the night I got addicted to cocaine. I came home that night stoned and drunk. Astoria never noticed. That could've been because she was fast asleep in the sitting room when I got back home. I didn't sleep with another woman, but the drugs took my mind off things for a few hours. The addiction went on for months. No one ever noticed it. I'd get stoned at least three times a day, every day for at least six months. Until, my mother had found the stash.

"DRACO MALFOY!" she screamed and I came running to the source. "What is this?"

"I-just don't worry about it," I said and leaned against a near by wall.

"Look at me."

I followed her instructions and looked her in the eyes. "Your eyes are bloodshot. Draco, how long have you been smoking-"

"Snorting," I corrected.

"How long?!" she shouted at me.

"I don't know, a few months."

"Does Astoria know?"

"No, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"You need to stop doing this."

"Why should I?"

"It's not good for your health. You need to stop doing it. You're going to be married in a matter of months."

"I know, Mother." I sighed and took the bag from her.

"Stop smoking, or snorting, or what ever it is you do!" She stole the bag from me. "It's not good for you. I'm worried about you, Draco. You need help, I understand, but this isn't helping you at all!"

"I'm not going to stop. It helps me more than you think. I need it!"

"No you do not! This is not good for you! STOP TAKING THIS! DRACO, IT'S NOT GOOD FOR YOU!"

"PISS OFF!"

I stormed away from her and back out of the manor. I went and bought more cocaine, like I always did in a time of stress. I came home again and Mother was still there.

She was talking with Astoria, and I was worried.

"Draco, can you come here for a minute?" I heard Astoria call and I reluctantly went. "Your mother tells me that you've gotten addicted to cocaine. Is it true?"

"Y-yes," I mumbled and ran a hand through my hair.

"Draco, you need to quit. We're getting married, I don't want to marry a drug addict."

"Yeah, and I don't want to marry a woman who makes me feel like I'm old and shouldn't be touching her the way I do!"

"You don't mean this. Draco, we love each other."

"I'm not quitting. It's a resource to me." I left the sitting room and went to the bedroom. Mother died a week later. They think from a heart attack, but I think from a broken heart. She had begged me to stop and I didn't. After her death, though, I did. It pained me to think I was the cause of her death. Astoria had to help me while I was adjusting to not snorting cocaine anymore. Both of my parents were gone in a matter of months between. Astoria, yet motherless, still had her father. I was jealous, but I also had a sense of freedom. I grew to like Astoria because she was there for me when my mother died and I was getting over the addiction.