Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: She does a very Muggle thing with very Muggle consequences.

Warning: Contains adult situations (i.e. drugs, language, sex).

Crystal Clear

How did I get here?

It's so dark here.

I keep wiping the bugs off, but every time I do even more appear. They're starting to get under my skin; and I can see them crawling under it, moving my flesh in lumps. I try to cut them out, but it doesn't work. It just creates new holes for them to get in.

I don't remember where I am anymore.

I'm so cold.

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Every time I go home, it feels like I've lost another part of me. Like I've forgotten who I am or who I was or where I came from. Going home is almost painful sometimes. I don't want to leave my friends, and I feel guilty for preferring them over my family. And every time I go home, there's some sort of news that is currently common knowledge but that I had no idea about. (A bombing, a hurricane, a new cousin.) I always feel so behind when I go home.

I hate how my home life and school life are so separate.

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"Well, well, well. Look who's back in town. Little Miss Mione Granger herself. What a surprise!" I turned away from the tomatoes in the produce section of our local grocery and greeted my once friend and neighbor Rosie Marie Gardener.

"Rosie!" I cried out in pleasant surprise.

"My goodness, Mione. Look at how you've grown." She was smiling brightly. She's not much taller than the ten year old I left behind, but she's certainly thinner. Her brown hair is now a soft blonde shade, but I can still see the brown roots coming through.

It's so hard to believe that it's been years since I've even said a word to her, so the hug she gave me was rather unexpected.

"How've you been?" She asked with a large nearly intimidating grin. (Would my teeth look like that if it weren't for that incident with Malfoy?)

"G-Good!" I was still so surprised that I couldn't stop the stutter. "How about you? How is everyone?" I wasn't particularly social even in elementary school so there was no one to really ask about in specific, but it was a polite question to ask.

"Oh, they're good. Everyone's kind of concerned about universities right now, but isn't that the case with everyone?" She laughed. "So where were you thinking about going? Or do you already know? Have you already been accepted?! I bet you have. You always were such a brain."

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Rosie and I began to hang out more often than I actually thought we would. It was a pleasant surprise. And it was almost refreshing to be so far away from magic wands and dangerous wizards for a change.

"Hey, Mione. What are you freaking for?"

Rosie had taken on the habit of ignoring common courtesies such as knocking and often welcomed herself into our home without warning.

I sighed and shook my head as if it would relieve the tension in my shoulders. "Sorry. I've just got a lot to study for."

"Why? It's the middle of summer! There's no need to be making that big brain of yours any bigger. Much more, and it won't fit inside your head!"

I wanted to laugh if only because it would be the proper way to respond to something like that if I were someone else. But I'm me, and poor grammar and nonsense are nothing to laugh about. So I made a noncommittal noise followed by a sigh. "I'm sure. It's just that I'm going to be head girl this coming semester, and I want to be prepared for all of my duties."

"What's that? Like class representative or something?"

"It's exactly that. And I need to know all of the school policies that previous representatives have established, which ones still work, which ones need to be done away with, what I can do to make my school a better place, et cetera, and still manage to maintain high marks in class."

"Wow. That sounds like a lot. I'm seriously glad that I never took a liking to politics." She stood awkwardly in my room for a bit longer before she excused herself claiming she had an errand to run, and I bid her farewell.

But she returned about an hour later with pills and a bottle of water. "You should take one of these," she suggested as she handed me a bottle of Desoxyn if the label was anything to go by.

"What's it for?" I asked, curious and a little apprehensive.

"It's for my emotional instability." She made quotation marks with her fingers and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not emotionally unstable."

"Well, it's also supposed to help you focus and maybe help you relax a bit or something. I don't know, but it always makes me feel better."

The offer was tempting especially considering that I'd been feeling a bit jittery from being in my room all day, which is usually nice; but I haven't really been out in a week. And I can't really leave because I have so much left to get done.

So I accepted her offer and took one of her little white pills out of her little orange bottle. She left shortly after saying that studying was super boring and that she hoped I had fun while she was gone.

The effects of the pill weren't immediate, but they were strong. And I genuinely appreciated her offer. I was up past dawn reading and taking notes, and I hadn't felt so accomplished in such a short amount of time before.

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Rosie stopped by for dinner the following night. And my mother was ecstatic that I had a little friend to play with. (I swear she still thinks I'm five or something.) I had offered to set the table, but she shooed us away. So Rosie and I went up to my room while Mother finished preparing dinner.

I wanted to mention the pills again, both to thank her and perhaps ask her for more, but I was again overcome by that feeling of apprehension. Luckily for me, she asked me about it first. "So how did you like it?"

I feigned confusion at first if only not to seem too eager. "You mean that pill?" I don't like the deception, no matter how small, that I displayed.

She laughed. "Yeah. That. How'd you like it?"

"I liked it well enough, and I was actually curious as to where I could get my own."

She explained to me that it was by prescription only and that her doctor hadn't even wanted to give them to her in the first place, and only did it because it would be like killing two birds with one stone (which I happen to find to be a terrible expression. How morbid.) "But I know a guy who knows a guy who could probably get you some weird generic off brand if you'd really like."

I shook my head. If it was so hard to get a hold of, I probably didn't really need it despite how helpful it was. I'm just glad that she was kind enough to provide me with enough for the rest of the week.

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Rosie's bottle was bound to become empty at some point. I had just hoped that it would be a lot farther down the road than it actually was. I suppose the fact that I had been taking twice (then very quickly three times) the recommended dose might have had something to do with it, though.

She said that she had gone to the doctor so that he could fill out her prescription again, but he had claimed that the pills were supposed to last a month not ten days.

He reminded her that it was the middle of summer. And while the pills would help keep her focused with normal summer activities, they weren't necessary considering she didn't have a job or summer courses.

I felt so frustrated when she told me. What was I going to do? They did so much for me. I felt so accomplished while I was taking them that having to go back to my old ways without them caused an actual ache inside of me.

What was I going to do?

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Evidently, I was going to sulk. So much so that Rosie actually felt the need to cheer me up by going with me to get an off brand of that amazing little white pill.

"Hey, Hermione! We're going to go visit that guy I was telling you about a while ago."

At first, I wanted to disagree. But the thought of getting some pills of my own caused me to slip on my shoes as opposed to saying 'no.'

We went to the bustling core of London and located a run down apartment complex that looked ready to be condemned. Rosie looked down at the crumpled map she'd been carrying and acknowledged the stars around the destination. Royal Point was not nearly as glamorous as the name implied.

She sighed, and we started off to find building 6 number 114. It wasn't hard to find, but it was a bit concerning. Bags of garbage littered the hallways, and I wondered if it was a health hazard, but I let it go at the thought of our goal.

Rosie knocked on the door; and after a muted curse from inside the apartment, a fairly attractive man opened the door. He looked to be our age and a bit scrawny as opposed to lean, but his handsome face made up for it.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-" Rosie appeared to be trembling a little so I finished for her.

"We're looking for Wayne Hopkins."

"Yeah, and what can I do for you?"

I could tell that he was looking us over and wondering what girls like us were doing in such a slum area.

"Uhm-" Rosie once again started but was unable to continue.

"We heard that you sell Desoxyn."

He appeared to be thinking hard. "Yeah," he grumbled a moment later. "I got your Scooby Snacks."

Is that what they call them? I wondered. It sounded like such a silly name for a drug that helped people focus.

He held the door open for us to come in. The apartment looked freshly cleaned and well kept with the exception of stains that had probably been there years before he moved in and leaks in the ceiling that a professional should fix. I felt ashamed for assuming that only low lifes could actually stand to live in such a filthy neighborhood.

As he rummaged through his coat closet, he asked, "Have you ever done this before? Be honest now."

It seemed that Rosie would be no use in conversing with this man as she was too shy to even speak properly.

"Well, we've actually used Desoxyn but not this off brand of yours."

He gave me a weird look. "Listen. I'm gonna be a nice guy here, alright? I want you two to do it here. At least, your first time. I don't want new customers to overdose just 'cause they didn't know how to get worked properly, alright?"

At first, I didn't understand. I mean, what's so hard about swallowing a pill? But when I saw that the bag he held was filled with a cream colored powdery substance, I understood a bit better. How was I supposed to swallow so much powder?

Rosie and I agreed to stay, though she a bit more reluctantly. He sat by the coffee table and motioned for us to join him. He pulled out a slim box from under his couch and removed a box cuter. He took a big pinch of the powder and released it onto the table and separated it for us. He eyed our small piles of powder before taking a bit away from each pile. He smeared the powder around a little before he began to chop it with his box cuter. And he looked at us as if he wanted us to do the same. So we smeared the powder in small area in front of us, and he chopped it for us. All three lines were less than half an inch wide and less and an inch long. He gave the lines a look before, once more, taking a bit away from all of them.

I hadn't noticed the packs of Post-It notes until he reached for one and rolled it up. "Let's start slow, alright?" He nodded his head as if he wanted us to follow his lead so we both began to roll the yellow squares to be a cylinder in similar size to his.

"Alright. This is going to kind of sting at first, but it'll fade pretty quickly, alright?" We nodded, and I watched in fascination as he moved the rolled paper to his right nostril and closed his left nostril with his other hand and swept his head across the coffee table to remove his entire line of powder in one smooth motion.

Rosie and I imitated his actions, and my nose burned all kinds of rotten hell. It itched and burned. It was god awful. Completely wretched. And as the burning receded a few moments later, a stabbing pain behind my eyes once again made me cringe in a different kind of god awful pain. I don't recall the pain leaving, but it did.

Wayne asked how we were doing, and I answered. Then Rosie answered. Then we just kept talking. About anything and everything. And somehow I had come to know Rosie and Wayne better than I ever knew Harry or Ron.

Somehow none of us had managed to move from out original positions on the floor; and about noon the following day, Wayne asked if we'd like another line. I immediately agreed, having already forgotten the pain I had encountered the first time. But my nose still itched, and there was still that same stabbing pain behind my eyes. It was annoying, but I wasn't as awful as the first time. At least, I was a little better prepared.

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I woke up naked, curled between my best friend in grade school and a man I'd only known for a day. It took me a moment to remember the night before; and when it finally did come back to me, my entire body must have flushed scarlet.

Dirty, filthy words had left my mouth. I was begging to be spanked and bitten and just in general punished.

Rosie and I had given each other oral at the same time, while he fucked me.

I feel so dirty even thinking of the mere word! How could I have let this happen?! There's not even another word for it. We weren't making love, and there was certainly no sleeping involved until we passed out from exhaustion.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to run from the apartment and never look back, but I couldn't do that to Rosie. I couldn't leave her there with a complete stranger.

Goodness. I'm so embarrassed.

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A/N: Just to explain…

I know that Hermione seems rather out of character, but I would like to mention that she has spent the majority of her summers with the Weasleys, so her parents never really got the chance to warn her against the evils of drugs and the necessity of safe sex.

According to Wikia, Wayne Hopkins was a Hufflepuff in Hermione's year. Considering I know nothing else about him and don't remember him from the books, I have decided to do with him what I will.

Rosie Marie Gardener is an OC, but outside of a minor reference in another chapter, she will no longer partake in this story.

Desoxyn is an actual drug. It's meant to treat ADHD and for weight loss as a last resort. From what I've learned, it's the most common prescription drug containing a very low dose of methamphetamine. It is addictive and can cause withdrawal in heavy users who have stopped taking it.