Author's notes: You can never be sure about ratings. I mean, I don't actually describe anything naughty, so it shouldn't be rated NC-17, right? Of course, the things I am making casual references to are a little... naughty. Let's just see, shall we?

Since posting this (yesterday, wheeeeee...! Don't ask) I've gotten a request to continue. I've never written THAT part of a fic before, so if someone else would like to do it just say so. I was actually planning to just leave it as it is.

One last thing. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Ever. As in none before. Although people usually steer clear of people who say that, I'd like to point out that everyone has to start somewhere, and I rarely write more than one fic in each fandom anyway.

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One day Harry was skipping through one of the Hogwarts corridors. He'd been at the happy pills again, and Ron and Hermione (walking slowly behind him) wondered yet again why Harry needed to be so high all the time. Surely it wouldn't hurt to be completely conscious occasionally?

Suddenly that blonde bombshell Draco Malfoy rounded the corner up ahead with Crabbe and Goyle his two fat friends standing by his sides. Harry, being as high-flyin' as he was, didn't notice, and continued to flit through the wildflowers that he could see in his mind. Ron and Hermione, noticing the upcoming danger zone, caught up with Harry and tried to steer him down another side corridor. But the drugged up little boy would have none of that. He continued his dazed prancing.

"Hey, Pot-head!" Malfoy yelled when his small group neared Harry's. "You're such a pot head!"

Harry giggled quietly to himself. Yes he did like pot, and yes it had all gone to his head.

"Are you laughing at me?" Malfoy asked menacingly. "Now I'll have to punish you nastily. Really nastily."

And with that Malfoy grabbed the still giggling Harry and dragged him into a nearby classroom. Harry put up very little fight. Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle still had shocked looks on their faces as they heard the lock click from the other side of the door.

Inside the classroom (incidently the classroom is Room 201 in Tower C) Malfoy had pulled a long, thick rope from a conveniently placed cupboard. Although still flapping about in the clouds, Harry saw from the floor (where Malfoy had dropped him) that the cupboard was filled with various things that Harry didn't know the names of. What he did know was that they were all used for naughty things. After a vague wondering about how Malfoy knew they were there Harry passed out.

When Harry awoke later he discovered that in the short time he had been unconscious Malfoy had robbed him of his dignity (as well as his clothes) and tied him to a chair.

'Uh oh', thought Harry, his head less clouded than it had been earlier. 'Not this again.'