A/N: My first fanfiction in at least 3 years, hope you enjoy! :D

Full summary: Veneno is the lethal drug flowing among wizards and witches. The green liquid can make a person's deepest desires come true, but only in their mind for a very short time. Ginny never thought she'd become a victim to it. With every sip of the poison her life changes, her family and friends abandon her when she refuses to get help. Will her savior be the one with the gray eyes who can't seem to stop staring at her?

Warnings: throughout this fic there will be drug usage, sexual scenes, and language, so kiddies, stay away!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything famous, if I did I wouldn't have to worry about paying college tuition.

Chapter One-Haunted

Where are you? I need you
Don't leave me here on my own
Speak to me, be near me
I can't survive unless I know you're with me

Shadows linger only to my eye
I see you, I feel you, don't leave my side
It's not fair, just when I found my world
They took you, they broke you, they tore out your heart

Haunted-Kelly Clarkson

No one understood her. "You're sick," they would say, "Please stop this," they would beg. She didn't want to stop, she needed it. She cradled the tiny vial in her hands, the green liquid casting green shadows onto her palms; it was the brightest light in the dark and dank alley. The alley was filled with the smell of urine and sex; rats scurried amongst the trash and passed out bodies of wizards and witches. Two months ago Ginny would've never thought she would willingly step foot into Knockturn Alley but everything changed when Dean, her boyfriend at the time, gave her the first sip of Veneno. She uncorked the small vial and bought the cool glass to her lips; throwing her head back she let the green liquid slide into her mouth.

The burning immediately took over her body and she wasn't in Knockturn Alley anymore. The cool breeze shook the leaves of the tree that stood in front of the large lake, she watched the sun set over the distant mountains turning the sky into a beautiful painting, a pair of arms wrapped around her stomach from behind, and she felt a clean-shaven chin settle against her shoulder. "Hey beautiful," the warm breath from his lips blew against her neck and sent shivers down her spine, she felt his lips turn into a smile. She turned her head and bought his lips to hers; his hands traveled under her shirt and cupped themselves around her breasts, gently kneading them to arouse her further.

A moan escaped her lips allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth. One hand left her breast and lifted her skirt to her hips, and he rubbed her through her panties causing more moans to leave her lips.

But she could feel it all slowly slip away. She opened her eyes in shock and watched as the blur of her faceless lover slowly faded away and she was bought back to Knockturn Alley. Tears fell out of her eyes as a sob escaped her lips. This wasn't the first time that the drug gave her visions of her mysterious lover, and that's why she was addicted. Because only in her dreams could she ever truly be with him.

Once the tears stopped she stood away from the wall she was leaning against and apparated back in front of the gates of Hogwarts. With shaking legs she walked back to Gryffindor tower, avoiding Filch to the best of her drugged out senses, after a scolding from the Fat Lady for being out so late and looking a fright she walked into the dim common room and was immediately met with a pair of pity filled emerald eyes. "You're still on it aren't you Ginny?"

"Fuck off Harry, I can do whatever I bloody well please," she slurred out as she walked past him and towards the stairs to the girls dormitory but Harry grabbed onto her wrist, making sure she stayed.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" silence was the answer to his question, he let out a frustrated sigh and looked down into her lonely chocolate eyes. "It'll kill you Ginny, Hermione says that if you keep it up you'll be dead within the year,"

"I don't care, I won't give it up, I can't give him up," she whispered out the last part hoping that he wouldn't hear her, but he did.

"Who are you talking about Ginny? If you're so in love with the guy then just go and fuck him already, don't kill yourself over him," it was so easy for him to criticize her, he was The Boy Who Lived, he could have anyone that he wanted. But she needed her lover, even though she never saw anything except for his pale arms, she knew she would die if she had to give him up.

"Fuck off," she hissed, breaking a vase near him to make sure he understood how serious she was. His eyes widened in fear and he held up his hands in surrender.

"Ok I'm going, but just know that I care about you Ginny, don't kill yourself for something that only lasts 20 seconds," he let go of her wrist and walked up the stairs back to his dormitory before she could give him an answer. Settling her wand onto the coffee table she watched her hands shake violently, a side effect of the drug. Veneno was lethal to witches and wizards because it slowly robbed them of their life force and magic, with every sip it was getting harder and harder for her to do spells, even a simple spell like the one she just cast now was enough to leave her hands shaking violently and bile to rise up her throat. If she knew about the side effects then she would have never taken Veneno, but unfortunately no one knew the dangers of the drug back then, and it now was too late. Sighing she hesitantly climbed the stairs to her room and collapsed onto her bed, reluctantly allowing sleep to consume her where eventually nightmares plagued her in the form of a ghost that has haunted her ever since she was 11 years old.