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Overdose	By : MusicLife Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You know how they say that time flies by when your having fun? Well when your stuck in the hospital to make sure your childhood rival is okay, time slithers by at a snails pace, and even seems to freeze at some points. Harry checked his watch once more, only 3 minutes had passed since he last checked it, before sliding down further in his chair and groaning. His mind couldn't help but go to what he COULD be doing right now. Dancing, drinking, laughing and forgetting his problems, but instead he's been stuck in the same position for the last two hours, wondering rather Malfoy had died or if he was going to live on his pratty lifestyle.

Every time Draco was mentioned in the papers, it was usually about his promiscuous ways, cheating on his wife with a multitude of lovers, females and males alike, or another takeover the Malfoy company made over a smaller institution. The papers didn't have a good opinion of the Malfoy family, and it had declined after the war and when Lucius Malfoy had taken his own life. Nothing was ever said about what happened with Narcissa Malfoy, no one has any idea what happened to her after the death of her husband. All that was said about the Malfoy family was the decay of the pureblood status and how Draco Malfoy was single-handedly bringing down the reputation.

Harry groaned once again, looking at his watch and seeing the time had only changed by one minute and he was still sitting here. 'Where in the hell is that damn Healer?' Harry thought to himself throwing his head into his hands and growling slightly. He mentally berated himself for his damn hero complex, but then got on to himself for that thought! He was the Boy-Who-Lived for Merlin's sake, his hero complex more or less made him who he was, no matter how much he hated it. He often wondered what his life would be like if he had never been 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', would he have been happier or would he even have a reason to live? And finally... would he be here... sitting in the hospital... waiting for his enemy? He growled again and threw his head back against the wall with a loud thump.

"Mr. Potter? Are you okay?" A voice called from down the hall. Harry glanced up to see Healer Quinn walking down towards him with a raised eyebrow and amusement in his eyes. Harry shook his head and stood up nodding.

"Fine, just..." He trailed off, shaking his head again and running his fingers through his hair. "How's Malfoy? What happened?"

Healer Quinn sighed and pulled out the syringe. "This was used for a muggle drug called heroin. A substance muggles us-"

"I know what heroin is Healer Quinn." Harry bit out staring at the the needle with disbelief. The balding Healer nodded and brought up his clipboard.

"What most people don't know is muggle drugs react to magic differently. Harmful in most cases, even more so with this drug." He flipped a over a page and sighed. "With a powerful wizard, such as Mr. Malfoy the drug can have a very... powerful affect. Also a very addicting pull that is almost impossible to ignore. The first time Mr. Malfoy used this substance, he was instantly addicted. From what we can tell, with the marks on his arm and the decay of his body, Mr. Malfoy had been using for at least a year. And his body, plus his magic, are slowly dying."

"Well, put him into rehab! Easy fix." Relief flooded the brunet's body. He was done with this whole ordeal. Malfoy would go into rehab, get his life back in order and Harry could go on with his life. But fear was back full force when Healer Quinn shook his head and looked down.

"The magical world does not have the... facilities to deal with this drug or the addiction. And we can't send him to a muggle rehab center because when a wizard or witch is withdrawing from this drug, their magic goes out of control and we can not risk that type of exposure Mr. Potter." Quinn said clutching his clipboard to his chest and looking up at Harry with sad eyes.

"What are we supposed to do, Quinn? Send him to his family?" Harry knew as soon as he said it, that was impossible. His father was dead and his mother was no where to be found. Malfoy wasn't married and as far as the public eye could tell, had no friends to speak of. Harry's stomach clenched with what knew the healer was about to say.

"Mr. Potter, he needs to be in a place with someone who's magic can combat his own chaotic magic." He healer paused to watch Harry's reaction before going on his speech.

"Mr. Potter, you are the only one in this community that can deal with the rising pressure of his withdrawals. And you were the one to find him, which can only lead someone to believe that he has no one else to take care of him." Harry slid back down into his chair and rested his head in his hands again. He thought for a second before looking back up to Quinn.

"Healer Quinn, I don't expect you to know the history that happened between me and Mr. Malfoy, but that isn't going to work. We hate each other." Harry urged softly. The healer only looked away and sat next to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you are the only one who can help him. The only one who can get him through what is going to be the toughest two months of his life." Quinn looked at him with hopeful eyes. "The wiziarding world has no idea about this drug, and with your muggle background you are in the perfect position to help him, along with other major factors. Please Mr. Potter! Help him." Quinn pleaded.

Harry could feel his hero complex pulling inside him, urging him to help the poor soul, but this his mind could only scream 'What the hell are you thinking? You hate Malfoy!!' and Harry could only agree. He hated Malfoy, he had made his entire school years hell, but would that really stop Harry from helping him? Did it stop him from saving Malfoy in the fire? No. Harry sighed and threw his head back again. And it wouldn't stop him now and he knew it. He was just slowing down the inevitable. He looked at Healer Quinn with a mild glare.

"Where is his room?"

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Papers and papers later, Harry was in Malfoy's room leaning against a wall glaring at blonde as he slept. It was because of this blonde that his whole life was now turned upside down... again. For two months, his life was going to revolve around the git, making sure that he didn't lose it, or go back to the drug. The healers had explained to Harry what his next two we're going to consist of and part of it was not going to be going out with his friends or even going to work. Malfoy was going to need every second of his attention, which more then just sucked, it was worse then going to Azkaban.

Malfoy shifted on his bed and sat up in his bed looking around. When his eyes landed on Harry, the instantly narrowed. "What are you doing here, Potter? Where am I?"

Harry glared back. "I'm here because I saved your sorry ass from dying in a damn alley, and your in the hospital because you seemed to have overdosed on heroin." He stalked across the room until he was next to Malfoy's bed glaring down at the heir. "And your going home with me."

Malfoy sat in shock for a second before laughing hysterically. "Good one, Potter. Really! Very amusing." When Harry's face didn't change, Malfoy stopped laughing and glared at Harry. "Bullshit, Potter! There is no way I'm going home with you! For what reason?"

"To get you off of this damn drug. Your killing yourself, Malfoy."

"Like you care! You ha-"

"I may not care but someone is bound to care about a slimy git like you!" Harry roared, his eyes alighting with fire. "So shut your mouth and be grateful that I even agreed to this shit." Malfoy could only laugh again.

"Grateful that I have to be stuck with your ass? Not likely. Why would you agree to help anyway?"

"Because I'm an idiot."

Harry glared at him. "Your getting released in two hours. We'll stop by your place to get some of your stuff then your coming back to my house. Get use to it. It's all your fault your in this position." Harry turned and walked out the door, fuming, while Malfoy sat in his bed, baffled.

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It's slow going at this point but I promise you when Draco gets to Harry's house the story will pick up!!

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