A/N: This is hardly romance. Here's a forewarning so I can avoid about seventy-five percent of the flames I'll be getting: this is quite the racy one-shot. If drugs, sex, alcohol, language, and/or mentions of some more things that are typically frowned upon. If it offends you, don't read it. Be mature, guys.

I also have decided to make this into a real story. Enjoy.

AND I decided to make this halfway through fifth year instead. This is basically an AU story. I won't be following the plot really at all. Have fun with that~

Drugs, sex and alcohol. Drugs, sex and alcohol. These were the things that were running Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1996. JK Rowling left out something vital: the drugs, sex and alcohol. After one student introduced Muggle drugs and liquor to Hogwarts, the majority of students abusing these things grew… With drugs and alcohol, naturally, comes sex. Few students showed up in class anymore, and when another student showed a few select teachers to the alcohol, the teachers fell into the ring.

Sex was overpowering the school. Any risqué thing you could think of was happening at Hogwarts: incest, homosexuality, gangbangs and even pedophilia. People were sleeping with people for drugs: students and students, teachers and students, teachers and teachers. There were a few people with preexisting alcohol problems that stayed away from drugs and vice versa. Sex addicts, drug addicts, alcoholics, and disease ruled the school. Parents didn't know.

Elizabeth Upton sat in the Gryffindor common room alone. She was one of the select few that had actually stayed away from the drugs and alcohol and sex. She was likely the only virgin left in the school. She had a book about Manticores on her lap. She was taking notes on the contents of the book. The only sober teacher in the school, Hagrid, had slowly become her best and only friend.

Even her previous idol and best friend Neville Longbottom had fallen into the circles of sex and alcohol but as far as Beth knew, he had managed to stay out of drugs. It broke her heart when she found out how much alcohol he had been taking into his body. Beth herself had never had a sip of any liquor. Drugs? Certainly not.

Beth could only guess that everyone was out partying – it was a Friday night after all. (Not that it mattered, they would have been partying anyway.) Two AM had just come around when people flooded into the common room, laughing. They all smelled of smoke and booze and it made Beth want to gag.

"Beth! Beth, ahhhhhhh, you shoulda been there," Seamus laughed as he stumbled over to her. He sat on the sofa next to her and slung an arm over her shoulder. She shrugged it off and moved a bit in the opposite direction.

Beth spoke quietly. "I don't think so… I'm guessing it was too much fun for a square like me."

That was when Dean shoved a bottle of vodka her way. "C'mon, Bethie, take a sip. It won't bite."

"Er, no thanks…" She mumbled, pushing the bottle away from her face. She tried to ignore the moans coming from the other side of the room where Lavender was giving Ron a blowjob drunk. She had come to ignore the raucous behavior of her "classmates."

Her eyes came to Neville. He was simply stumbling around with a bottle of something in his hand. Neville certainly isn't the pleasant kind of drunk… Beth thought. But who is? Well, I guess that would make Neville the really unpleasant sort of drunk… The first time I saw him drunk…

Beth sunk into memories.

It was two weeks into the beginning of their fifth year , and the alcohol and drug craze had just become popular. Beth walked down the hall nervously, people offering her marijuana and lots of alcohol. Neville and I will never fall into this… They're so stupid! Beth thought, laughing on the inside. She finally reached the Gryffindor common room. Neville wasn't to be seen. So Beth did was she thought naturally, which was go up to the boys' dormitories and knock on their door.

"Neville?" Beth asked softly. "Neville, are you in there?"

"Go the fuck away!" He slurred and she was actually knocked back in surprise from his words.

Beth opened the door slowly. Neville had a bottle of rum in hand and several other bottles that were clinking together as he stumbled over them. He attempted to kick them away as she walked in.

"I told you to go the fuck away, you stupid bitch!" He hollered and attempted to hit her but she stepped away and he just stumbled forward.

"Out…" He mumbled.

"Neville, please-"

"OUT!" He yelled and Beth just ran out.

That had been the first time he had ever yelled at Beth and the first time he had ever attempted to hit her or touch her in any way that might have been appropriate. There were still drunken people stumbling around the room asking for free blowjobs or for pot.

Beth had already been offered lots of drugs and drinks and dicks all of which she turned down politely.

She decided to leave the common room. Hell would freeze over before she would decide to stay. It was far past curfew but the prefects were too tipsy to patrol. She simply wandered the halls until she found one that seemed deserted enough. She sat down and began reading once more.

There were footfalls. They sounded like those of person who was drunk out of their mind. She shoved herself against the wall wishing she was invisible.

The sounds ambled off in the opposite direction. Beth put her shoulders down and sighed with relief.

"What's wrong, Bethie? Getting a bit too wild for modest little you?" Peeves screamed into her ear with a tune, frightening her half to death.

"Oh… Oh my! I thought… I feared the worst!"

"Shame I can't drink, I'd be the life of the party!" He added jovially.

Beth buried her nose back in the book. Typically she wasn't the bookish type, but of course, someone had to be. "I imagined you'd be quite the drunk."

"You bet!" He laughed and floated down the hall, singing some tune or another.

"Beth? Be-eth?" Voices. It's always someone, isn't it? She thought, looking away. She had stayed the night in the hallway without a blink of sleep. No one could be trusted, not anymore.

She scooted farther down the hall quietly, hoping the person was too hung-over to notice her there.

"Beth? It's me, Neville! Where are you, Beth?" He called.

Beth slid up the wall, clutching her Manticore book to her chest. Presently it slid out of her grip and slammed on the floor. There was a grunt and Neville found himself feet from the girl.

"Beth… I was looking for you. What did you do to make that bloody sound?" He groaned, rubbing his head in pain.

"I… I… can I help you? Is there anything you need?"

He shook his head. "This morning I noticed that you weren't around…"

"It's noon."

"Morning," he repeated. "You're usually up early, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'd imagined you'd have been too drunk off your ass to notice I'd even left."

Neville looked at me with sincerity. "I'm sorry, I try, Beth. Addictions aren't easy to deal with, all of Hogwarts has been infected with this. All I want is for you to f-…" Neville paused as something appeared to come up his throat but he managed to brush it off. "Forgive me."

Beth rolled her eyes. "Sure, you try. I'm sure I'm the only one above fourth year that's actually clean. Look at you, Neville! You're all cut up, you're knackered and you say you're trying? That's rubbish, Neville! How about this: if you can prove to me that you're truly, honestly, trying, then I'll forgive you. Until then, you're still just part of the fashion."

Elizabeth Upton brushed past him and Neville Longbottom watched her go.