Title: A Stoners World

Chapter: 1, My First Hit

Author: KillerFang666

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter. f I did do you really think I would share?

Harry lied in his bed thinking about the new school year. He heard Ron snoring in the bed next to him and turned once more onto his back. Why couldn't he sleep? It couldn't possibly be the little ferret who had won the last Quiditch match of the season. He did have something about him though. Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the egocentric blonde was rather appealing.

"Well, since I can't sleep, I'll see who else is up."

Harry climbed slowly out of his bed, careful not to wake his roommate, and made his way down to the kitchen of the Black house. He opened the door and found, to his surprise, no one. Some one was always up when he came to the kitchen. He gave the room a confused look then headed to the fridge. After being unsatisfied from the fridge he moved to the cabinets and finally settled for a bag of 'Uncle Herbert's Thinned Potatoes'. He sat at the large wooden table and waited for another person to walk in. After half an hour and a bag full of chips Harry gave up waiting for someone and headed up the stairs to his and Ron's room. As he reached for the door handle he heard giggling and a, "Shhhhh, you're going to wake the whole house." Harry slowly walked down the hall and saw a light on under the twin's door. He lightly knocked and pressed his ear to the door.

"See, I told you. Hide it, hurry," the door opened a crack. "Yyyyeeees. Oh, Harry, you scared us. Well come in." Fred said a little more dramatically than usual.

"What on Earth are you three doing in here?" Harry asked as he stepped in and was assaulted with the smell of smoke. "And what were you burning?"

"We were, um…" Hermione looked nervous on George's lap who looked two times that.

"Oh for goodness sakes you two! We were smoking a bowl. Would you like a hit, Harry?"

Harry hesitated, "I've never smoked before." He looked questioningly at the pipe then glanced towards the couple on the bed.

"Oh, well, we can give you shotguns, if you like?"

(For all of you non-smokers out there a shotgun is when someone takes a hit then blows it into another persons mouth and the other person inhales at the same time. Think…directed second-hand smoke.)

"Uh, sure. Will it help me get back to sleep?"

"Oh, definitely. Give him a shotgun Mione."

"Uh, me?" She looked taken aback and glanced to George to see his reaction.

Actually he already had the pipe in his hands and the lighter sitting contentedly on top. He handed the pipe to the girl on is lap and nodded his head, "Go for it," he seemed amused. She took a sharp breath in, motioned Harry to lean closer. She leaned so close to Harry that they were almost kissing and exhaled. Harry inhaled deeply, at George's coaxing, and exhaled coughing.

"You ok? Its really hard not to cough the first couple times you smoke. Do you want another one?"

After Harry's coughing fit passed he looked around at the three Gryffindors and an incomprehensible feeling of joy overcame him and he smiled broadly. (To all smokers out there, I realize you don't usually get stoned so quickly but 1.) It's his first time and 2.) It's really good wizard dank (weed). So just go with the flow.) He slowly shook his head and looked very intently at the pipe. Harry got three more shotguns, a lot of laughs and slept like a baby that night.

"Harry get up, it's already eleven o'clock. What did you do last night?"

Harry woke to Ron's voice and looked up to find the other boy already dressed and looking down quite concerned.

"I heard you get up, then I heard you laughing with Fred and George, then when you came back you basically fell onto the bed. What did you do?"

"Fred and George just gave me something to go to sleep."

Harry quickly got up, gathered some extra clothes and headed for the shower without another word. While Harry was taking his extremely relaxing shower Ron went to talk to his brothers.

"Get up you two," Ron said as he marched into their room.

"What do you want Ron?"

"What did you give Harry last night?"

"For fuck's sake Ron, what are you babbling about?"

"Harry said you gave him something to sleep last night what was it?"

"Oh, that. Why don't you two come visit us tonight and we'll show you. Let's say, elevenish."

"Fine," Ron left in a flurry and headed to breakfast.

When Harry finally came down he was greeted by a troubled Ron, a perky Hermione, a tired Sirius, and two very disgruntled twins. He chose the seat next to Sirius and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Harry asked finally breaking the silence.

"Nothing, surprisingly. Molly has decided to give us the day off." Sirius mumbled beside him. Then he jerked his head up, suddenly remembering something, "Hey twins, are you done using that green…wrench. I need it to mend some pipes later on today."

"What?" Fred said, followed by a jab in the ribs from George. "Oh, that wrench. Yeah, come with us we'll get it for you."

As those three left Hermione and Ron took seats opposite Harry.

"I thought he said we had the day off? Why is he mending pipes?"

Harry and Hermione knew what was really going on with Sirius, Fred and George but they felt no need to inform Ron just yet. "Maybe the pipes are leaking over his ceiling or something."

"Yeah, probably. So, what are we going to do today?" Ron asked.

"Well, I was hoping we could just hang out. Play cards or something, I'm really tired," Harry said.

"What from?" asked Hermione as she took a bite of 'Wands' (a really good wizard cereal). She was already used to the morning after effects of weed.

"Oh, Fred and George gave him a sedative last night. Isn't that right Harry?"

"Yeah," was Harry's short reply.

"Oh, well after breakfast we should go play cards or chess or something."

"Okay."

The day passed lazily and the night came quicker than Harry could believe. Molly hadn't shown up all day to give them chores and all three teens were exhausted from doing nothing. At ten forty-five Ron and Harry were playing chess on Harry's bed.

"Check mate. Ha, nother game?" said Harry as he won his third match that day.

"No, actually Fred and George said that they wanted us to stop by around eleven."

"Really, why?"

"I asked what they had given you last night and they said to stop by so they could show me." Ron gathered the chess pieces and put them away. "Shall we?"

"Sure," Harry was definitely in the mood to get stoned again, but he wasn't quite sure how Ron would react to the situation.

The two boys snuck out of their room and padded down the hall following the snickers. They tapped lightly and were greeted by a soft, "Come in," and a few more giggles. The two boys entered, assaulted with Fred and George blowing smoke right in their faces. Ron coughed and Harry inhaled the intoxicating smell gladly.

"What the he…" Ron tried to yell, as his brothers lurched forward to quiet him.

"Shut up, Ronald. Do you want mom down here?" they whispered a little to quietly.

Ron shook his head a looked at his brothers with eyes that screamed you-better-explain. The twins removed their hands and sat down on the bed. George taking his blue-red-purple-black-and-clear swirl glass pipe, with a raised clear G on the side camouflaged so if you didn't know where to look you'd never see it. Fred taking out a clear-orange-and-light blue glass streak pipe, T in raised Navy blue lettering.

"You're just in time we were about to pack another bowl, or two." George burst out laughing, Fred following suit. Soon all boys were laughing and talking freely. Not long after a particularly prolonged laughing fit Fred was pulling a fifth of whisky out of a hidden floorboard.