I am doing amaze guys! This is the end of Draco's POV, so I'm sure you guys are ready for Hermione's side. So, please enjoy this chapter and review! Next chapter might be up before or during the weekend.

Draco

For months, I continued to get drunk and high daily. Astoria had refused to marry me until I was clean, but I knew that wasn't happening anytime soon. There was too much of a rush, and I loved it all. Nothing was going to stop me, not even the pending relationship. She seemed as if she wanted to help, but I didn't want any help. I could do everything myself, but she just seemed to think I was incapable of even walking. Granted, some days I was so high, I couldn't walk in a straight line, but I am able to do things under the influence. Any able-bodied person could do shit without any help. To hell with all the anti drug shit, these things were fun, and I didn't give a flying fuck if I died. Astoria may be hurt if I die, but there wasn't anyone to really be effected. Both my parents were dead and Blaise was in a sort of similar position (it was no where near as bad as my condition, but no one needed to know). He wouldn't steer me away from them if he knew how great the drugs and alcohol were. Astoria could just find herself another man. It's not like she wouldn't be able to. She was young and beautiful.

I was going to continue my ways. Even when Astoria begs me for hours to stop, I still refuse. No one would be able to stop me. No one was alive that I truly cared about enough to stop for. I already ruined those relationships. I don't have more than one mother, so this wasn't going to affect some long lost second mother or something. Besides, if she was long lost, she wouldn't care enough for me to stop.

I was a cool November 2004 when I had gotten to a point where I spent most of my time out drinking. If I was home, I'd be doing some form of drug. I didn't care if people didn't like my habit. This wasn't their body, they couldn't control what I put in my body. Astoria and I were still engaged. She had faith that I would get out of this. I didn't. It was nearly a year since the date we were supposed to get married and she was upset about that. She had wanted to be married and have kids by now. I was never partial to this thought. On many occasions she had brought up having kids now, without being married. If I was on something (which was more than likely) I'd say yes to the sex, but no to the kids, but if I weren't on something (less likely) I'd say no to both.

It was one of those days on November 19th. I had placed myself on the couch in the parlor and I heard Astoria hesitantly enter the room. She spoke very softly. I don't know why. I didn't have a temper.

"Draco?" She was very quiet as well.

"Hmmm?"

"I want a baby," she said matter-of-factly.

"I could do with a shag." I shrugged and sipped my beer.

"Do you think you could just stop drinking for a couple hours?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up. "Astoria, I am not going to stop. Get that into your head."

She sighed and shook her head. "I want to get you tested, Draco. I want to know if you're condition will affect me getting pregnant." She really wanted this baby apparently.

"I don't want kids." I laid back down on the couch, tapping my finger rhythmically against the bottle.

"Please. We aren't getting any younger." She sat on the edge of the couch, by my feet.

I shook my head. "I said no. Kids are so annoying anyway."

"Draco…"

"No."

"I want to get you tested first."

"Fine, whatever."

She smiled and patted my leg before holding out her hand. "Give it."

"What?" I wasn't sure what she wanted.

"The beer. No more drugs or alcohol for the next 24 hours."

I quickly sat up and shook my head. "No, I'm not doing that. You're trying to kill me."

She shook her head. "I just want you to be sober when we go in."

I shrugged. "Not happening. Let's just go now." I got off the couch and finished off the beer.

Astoria looked less than excited to be taking me to St. Mungo's like this. She brought up the idea of testing, so it was her fault in the long run. She left the room and I went to put on shoes before going to the drawing room and wait for her to go. Once she was beside me, we flooed to the hospital and went to check in. We waited for a while. I flipped through many of the magazines. Most of them had dull articles so I didn't read them.

After about two hours we were called back to a room and the healer began examining me. I wasn't fond of him touching me all over. Once that was over he gave me a cup and sent me into the bathroom to jerk off. I thought about that girl the night I fell back into this. After a few minutes, I came back out and handed the doctor the cup and we were left alone in the room. I laid back on the table, sighing.

"If you're okay to have kids we should try when we get home." She placed a hand on my leg.

"I don't want kids, Astoria." How many times would I have to tell this insufferable witch that?

"I do, and my father is getting impatient, Draco. We need to have a baby soon." She sighed. "Or I'll be hitched to some other man in a year or two."

"That's your issue." I didn't want to be married either. I wasn't up for being stuck with this witch.

After another long half hour, the healer came back in with a chart. "Alright, Mr. Malfoy. It seems that you have a low sperm count. It'll be very tricky to conceive with a low count. You should try a detox, and I suggest you go to a rehab center to get over your addictions."

I could also hear Astoria's disappointment, but I was happy that I wouldn't be having any kids any time soon. Knowing her, though, she'd do anything to get those kids and would send me off to a rehab center and I would be forced to get clean with all those…psychos. I was not looking forward to being with people who are whipped. I didn't want to turn into one of them either.

Unfortunately, a week later I was shipped off to some muggle center called 'Cloud House'. That was such a pansy name. Merlin knows they would all be sterile and clean. Astoria had claimed that it was "for your own good", but I knew she just wanted me to knock her up and the drugs were keeping that from happening. When I walked in, though, it didn't seem so bad…and there was that curly hair from that night…I'd finally have a name, and maybe another good shag.