Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned entirely by J.K. Rowling, I'm just writing a fiction for the adoring fans.
The rating is M for a reason, drug abuse and sex mainly. This will very shortly become a Harry/Draco fic. This story will also get more graphic with more chapters, I'm hoping for the support of my usual fans and hopefully some new ones as well. Please enjoy my fiction and review so I can make this even better.
"What is it?"
The smirk on his face was something close to sinister, but at the time I had thought of it just arrogant. A look I had seen before, a look I had witnessed time and time again without much harm. He pulled up the little white pill, some black scrawling written on the side, he showed it with confidence, which was really saying something considering where we were.
He was Dudley's friend, his name at time I couldn't remember. But he was charming in a sense, sandy blonde hair that fell past his ears and into his eyes, a firm broad built, and amber eyes that seemed more vicious than self confident.
"Just a little something to perk you up. Nothing complex, it's like speed for kids with ADHD, keeps you up and pumping all day, you sleep right through the crash."
I thought it was crazy, to be curious about such a thing, about something you learned was the root of all evil in elementary school and middle school. Of course, I had only gone to public school for so long, Hogwarts had only taught us about forbidden spells, not the muggle evil that ran the deep streets of London.
To a normal person, this might seem how bad starts, a curious craving for something out of the norm. Something bad, something dangerous.
But to a wizard, I was the good guy, the savior, the hero that was supposed to save them all.
Nobody asked me what I wanted to be.
"How much?" he wasn't surprised at all, his smirk remained as arrogant as I thought.
"I'll let you test drive it. If you want more later then it'll be one forty four pounds." Like a child I held my hand out, the small little pills fell into my grasp so easily that I had thought them of nothing bad.
"Collin!" the thundering of Dudley's footsteps made the house shake, his face as almost a prune color when he saw his friend sitting with me in the living room. "What the 'ell are ya doin' with him?"
Icy blue eyes caught mine for just a moment, in that same careless way before going back to by whale of a cousin who was turning a deeper shade of purple. "Nothin' mate, just getting acquainted."
Dudley's sneer couldn't have been snottier had it been on some five year old brat, "Let's go then,"
You might be hoping that I threw the pills away, that I was good and virtuous and disposed of something that couldn't possibly do me any good. You might be thinking that once Hogwarts started up for its sixth year that I never thought of those pills again. You might be thinking that I confided in Ron and Hermoine and we all laughed about it and never spoke of it again. You might also be wondering what happened to Dudley's friend Collin.
I hate to inform you that that didn't happen. That I didn't throw away those pills. And though we did win the war,
I lost my battle.
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