It was around 3 a.m. when she was done with her first test tube. When she looked up in excitement, she saw Malfoy standing in the corner, his back turned to her as he pulled something out of his pocket. She saw the green vial as he brought it to his lips and downed it in full. Narcotics. It wasn’t a fun party drug for him after all. He was in agony. So, was it a chronic condition? The scars? He placed his hands on the desk in front of him and let his head hang. She could see him breathing deeply through the pain, his back rising and falling.