Character: Draco Malfoy

Story Warnings: Drug Use

Based on the song Nymphetamine By Cradle of Filth

Led to the river
Midsummer I wave
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave

And through red September
When skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced, when you left me
A rose in the rain

So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?

For once upon a time
From the binds of your loneliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter, nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm, I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest where whispers persuade
More sugar trails, more white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fall to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?

For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Guilt was all Draco Malfoy felt. His father in Azakaban, his mother away in France for a, more than likely, permanent vacation. She had begged him to come with her, but being eighteen, he was an adult, and decided to stay behind. He couldn't get his mind to hide that guilt bubbling up in his chest like boiling water. He tried to commit acts of kindness, freeing all his manors house elves being one of them, in an attempt at dulling the constant ache that had burned itself into his heart, but those were only minor things. Freeing house elves wouldn't bring back the lives that were lost at his hands. They wouldn't bring back Crabbe, his life long friend. Nothing he did would ever be enough to atone for the horrors he committed. So here he sat, alone in the giant Malfoy Manor, the muggy, stagnant summer air making his hair and clothing stick to his skin. He held a half drank bottle of firewhisky in his shaky hand, taking another shot of the fiery liquid. Even his new found penchant of alcohol couldn't numb the feelings anymore; he needed something stronger to numb the pain. He slowly rose off the plush sofa, dropping his bottle in the process. He cursed to himself, pulling out his wand and casting a quick scourgify to clean up the spilled alcohol. Draco walked to his fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder in the process. He gazed into the flames for a moment, before tossing the powder in and saying "Nocturn Alley." He stepped into the flames, appearing on the other side inside a dusty shop. He made his way out and into the streets. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but something drew him to the area. Aimlessly walking around, he didn't notice the haggard man standing in the shadows behind him.

"Hey," The raspy voice said. Draco turned, spotting the man standing there.

"Who, me?" He asked, melancholy lacing his normally haughty voice. It was a silly question to ask, for it was only the two of them in the dark alleyway.

"Obviously I'm talking to you, ya daft bloke." Draco rolled his eyes.

"What do you want? I'm in a hurry." He lied. The man made him feel uncomfortable. He coughed wetly, motioning Draco over with one long bony finger.

"You seem to be a bit off. I've got something that can perk ya right up. A Potion I created." He held up a medium sized vile, complete with a syringe. The liquid inside looked like the night sky; a beautiful navy blue with silver specks in it. Draco looked at him skeptically.

"If you created a potion, why are you hiding in some dirty alleyway like a rat?" He asked.

"Well, ya see..they don't very well like my potion. Says its too dangerous or something." The man shrugged. This piqued Draco's interest.

"What is it called…and what does it do that's so dangerous?" He asked.

"Its called Nymphetamine. Unlike most potions, you inject it directly into the bloodstream using this syringe. It can cause a feeling of euphoria. But the side effects are what got it banned." He swirled the potion in front of Draco's face, who was now very interested in the concoction.

"And what exactly are those side effects?" The man smiled, showing rotting teeth.

"Well it can become addictive. Sometimes after one dose, sometimes after multiple doses. It can make you forget things. People with a great amount of guilt enjoy this potion, it helps numb the pain and you, Mr. Malfoy, are probably feeling a lot of that after the war." Draco's mouth dropped.

"How do you know who I am?" The man just laughed again, a scratchy, throaty sound.

"I've seen ya around here before, with that father of yours. We all know you by face around these parts." Draco nodded, it only made sense. Temptation began to play with his thoughts once more, he needed this potion.

"How much are you charging for your potion?" He asked, eyeballing the navy liquid. The man smiled once more, sending chills down Draco's spine.

"Six Galleons." Draco nodded, pulling his money out of his pocket. He handed the man the six galleons in return for the potion and syringe. He turned to walk away, when the mans words stopped him once more,

"Don't forget. Inject into the arm, directly into a vein. Its easier if you tie something tightly around your upper arm to make the vein pop out a bit." Draco nodded. He was nervous, but a guiltless night was tempting, and he would do what it takes to have one restful evening.

*~*~*~**~*~*
Draco sad in front of his fireplace, engulfed into the flames dancing in the fireplace. The manor was quiet and lonely without anyone there. The more he looked at the flames, the more he thought of Crabbe, and that pain ebbed away at his heart once more. He picked up the potion, dangling it in front of his face. He could take it no longer, he placed the syringe between his fingers and inserted the needle into the vile, and drawing up the liquid until the syringe was full. He took a deep breath, still contemplating on using the potion. He swallowed hard, tears welling up in his eyes. Where did his life go so wrong? He should be the happiest man on earth. He had wealth, good looks…but money and looks could only get him so far as he was starting to learn. He had an ugly heart, and he was finally beginning to acknowledge that. He tore a strip of cloth from his shirt, tying it tightly around his upper arm, his vein popping up.

"Its now or never." He said to himself, sticking the needle into his vein and injecting the potion deep into his vein. He untied the cloth, and the effects immediately hit him. He laid down on the couch, everything seeming brighter. He felt as if he were being held by a woman, no, he WAS being held by a woman. A woman with flowing silver hair and ice blue eyes. She looked just like an angel. He snuggled into her embrace, not realizing he was in actuality curling up into the fetal position. Fairies danced in front of his face in the most beautiful way. He put his hand out, one of them landing on his finger, and just stared at it for what seemed like hours. A smile plastered to his face, and for the first time he felt truly happy.

"We shall dance." The soft womans voice said, putting out her petite hand and pulling him from the couch. A beautiful piano began to play in the background and he danced in her embrace. She left little kisses along his neck and lips. The twinkling fairies danced around them. It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen. The woman wrapped herself around him, their bodies mingling in a mixture of sexuality and eloquence, her steps graceful and soft, his slow and sensual.

"Your beauty is captivating." He said as he nuzzled his lips into her soft, white neck. "What is your name?" She moaned at his touches, ghosting her fingers over his flesh, sending shivers up his spine.

"My name is Nymphetamine." She ghosted over his lips, devouring his mouth to the soft hum of the piano playing in the background. They continued to sway, light touches and kisses landing all over both of their bodies, his skin sensitive to every single touch she sent to him. They continued this way until the sun began to rise above the horizon, slowly filling the manor with light, making the twinkling fairies slowly disappear.

The music stopped, and she guided him back down to the couch. He laid on his back, the silvery haired angel laying next to him, her head on his chest.

"Rest now my darling." She said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes fluttered closed, a euphoric, peaceful sleep embraced the broken Malfoy as he lay on the sofa, clothing rumpled and ripped, Hair tangled in sweat. But just as he had been before injection the Nymphetamine...

He was alone.