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Overdose	By : MusicLife Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angels were singing all around me, and my body felt lighter than air. Everything was tranquil in my mind, and nothing could go wrong in this moment. I felt my head bounce against the brink wall behind me and my arms fall down beside my body, but no pain registered, nothing registered beside the blissful nothing-ness that was consuming my body from the tips of my toes to the end of my hair. I didn't register the needle that was still in my arm, or the tourniquet that was still wrapped around my wrist so I could see the veins. I closed my eyes and sighed peacefully as each limb in my body became numb starting with neck. My head lulled to one side resting on the muggle dumpster, mussing up my usually pristine hair, and a very undignified like dribble of drool coming out of the corner of my mouth. I didn't care. Nothing mattered in the world right now. Not my job, not my social standing, not my past... nothing.

When I'm high, the world can do no wrong, and I am on top of it! But when I'm sober, those demons that have plagued me since the end of school come back louder and stronger then before, reminding me of all that I did when I was young, of all that my family did in the name of survival. My depression sinks down on my shoulders, and my heart making it impossible to live day to day without some kind of fix. My fix? The muggle drug Herion.

Shocking right? The Great Draco Malfoy lowering himself to muggle drugs! The wiziarding world doesn't have any kind of drugs, and there is only so much a nice drink of something is going to do before it dissolves into the same old same old. With herion though, each high... it's different! More blissful then then the last, but all at once, it's also the same. There are no surprises, I know what I'm getting each time I shove that needle into my arm and push down. I know that instantiously I will be transported away from the dark dreary world and on to a newer better one, one that won't hurt me, betray me, or kill me.

Or so I thought.

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Harry Potter stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and tried to bury his face inside the collar as to keep the cold from nipping at his ears. It was late December, and he was walking down the streets of muggle London, trying to clear his mind of pressing issues.

Nine years after the end of the war, he is a 26 year old Auror with three beautiful kids and a loving, doting wife. Perfect life right? Harry would've thought so too, had it come true. Sure, he was married to Ginny, and they tried to pretend that they were happy within the marriage and that everything was working out fine, but the truth of it was, both were terribly un-happy. With no children to occupy their time, all the couple does is fight and scream at each other, bringing up issues that would probably best be left swept under the rug. Divorce was on the horizon no matter how hard Ron and Hermione, the happily married couple with children on the way, tried to make things better.

Harry shook his head against the barrage of thoughts that were no invading his mind, not willing to relive the pain of his marriage when the point of going out tonight was to get his mind off of it for the time being.

He shivered against the chilly night air before re-adjusting himself within his jacket and crossing the street quickly. Upon his feet hitting the pavement of the sidewalk he heard a strange noise coming off from the alley to his left. He blinked against the darkness and called into the alley, not sure what to expect. His hand left his jacket pocket in favor of his jean pocket, where his fingers clutched the reassuring piece of wood hidden there. He called again only to hear a soft groan and a thud. Harry pulled out his wand and crept into the alley his arm extended out in front of him, in case of any danger. His well trained Auror eyes scanned the damp dark walls, dripping with what he hoped was water and smelled of decaying trash. This was not a desirable place to be, even more so when you went out on the town to not think about other people, but Harry's hero complex couldn't let him not answer a cry for help, or in this case, an eerie moan.

Harry whirled to his right when he heard the quite moan and muttered 'lumos' to shine a light in the direction. The sight that he saw there nearly made him drop his wand in shock.

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Ice Prince, was lying on his side, his unseeing eyes staring up at the night sky, and a needle protruding from his arm. A white string was tied tightly around his wrist making his usually pale skin, red and slightly swollen. His silvery hair and clothes were both muddy and gross looking, which was odd the for the usually elegant looking blonde. From the side of the slightly opened mouth was a steady stream of spit and vomit.

At the sight of the vomit, Harry's instincts jumped into over drive and he dove down on his knees next to the comatose blonde tilting his head to the side letting the bile that was backing up in his throat to spill out on the concrete. Harry quickly removed the tourniquet and the needle from the arm, stowing them in his pocket, then checked for a pulse.

"Weak... but there." Harry breathed out, a sigh of relief coming to his lips. He didn't want to watch someone else die. Biting his lip, he heaved Draco up, bridal style and Dissaparrated out of the alley and into the second floor of St. Mungo's Hospital. Instantly, nurses and doctors swarmed the two boys, all muttering question and other mundane medical terms that did not click in Harry's over-whelmed brain. A male nurse took Draco from Harry's arms and laid him on gurney, then running off down the hall calling out orders to the nurses around him.

Harry watched stoically from the end of the hall, still not sure what had just happened. Everything had happened so quickly that his mind did not have the time to process the events that just transpired. He only snapped out of his reprive when a doctor came up to him with a clipboard and a quill.

"Mr. Potter, I'm Healer Quinn. May I ask you a few questions?" Harry glanced at him before nodding and staring back down the hall where Malfoy was just taken. "Name of the patient."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy." Harry answered, wanting to roll his eyes. Everyone knew who Malfoy was. Next to Harry, he was in the papers more then any one. Protocol bullshit.

"Age."

"26... I think."

"Any allergies?"

Harry shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know." He turned to the Healer and tilted his head sighing. "Look, I know nothing about that guy. I just found him in an alley with these," he took out the string and needle, "in his arm." He handed off the items to the doctor who studied them with a quizzical brow.

"Mr. Potter, where did you find Mr. Malfoy?"

"Muggle side of London." Harry answered simply, shrugging it off as if it meant nothing. Healer Quinn looked up and him, before excusing himself and running down the hall. Harry stared after him with a raised eyebrow. He ventured a few feet down before plopping himself down in a chair and stretching out his legs. 'So much for a relaxing evening.' Harry thought then laughed to himself. 'Of course Malfoy would ruin it.'

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Okay, so I really just hammered this out in like 5 minutes at 3 in the morning. I have a whole story planned out for this but I kind of wanted to see if anyone would actually read it. So review and let me know what you think!!

Oh, and any mistakes are my own. I have no beta and I kind of suck at spelling. :)
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