Warnings: Strong language, Strong drug and alcohol abuse themes and eventually smut. Don't like don't read.
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Hermione wandered Diagon Alley it was getting to be later in the evening and she had really wanted a little retail therapy. She wandered into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, being a joke shop they were open a little late. The shop was nearly empty with just a few witches her age hovering over the love potions. Hermione made her way through the novelty items browsing the Patented Daydream Charms, Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, Spell-Checking quills and Extendable Ears. She couldn't decide between the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder and the Spell-Checking quills. After a few minutes she decided that a Spell-Checking quill would be quite handy and she walked up to the counter to pay pulling out five silver sickles. Fred Weasley was rapping his fingers against the cash register looking very tired.
"Hey Fred! Are the Spell-Checking quills new?" she said putting two Spell-Checking quills on the counter and putting the five silver sickles in Fred's out stretched palm.
"We got them a few weeks ago, they've been very popular. How have you been I haven't seen you in a few months?" Fred smiled weakly at Hermione he really was quite tired. The running of the shop was quite demanding and it was nearly time to close.
"I've been quite well thanks, I'm looking for a job at the Ministry I've applied for jobs in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Muggle Liaison Office. Other than that I've been enjoying some much needed peace and quite," Hermione said smiling and dropping her new quills into her bag. She really had needed the time off, since the war had ended she had been helping to piece together Hogwarts and rebuild Diagon Alley. She had successfully finished putting Olivander's Wand Shop back together just last week.
"That's great, Ron needs a new wand he broke his yesterday playing Quidditch in the yard," Fred said.
"Sounds like Ron to me. Well I best be off it was good seeing you Fred " Hermione giggled a bit and pictured Ron clumsily falling off his broom while trying to make a goal.
Hermione stepped out of the shop and thought that it might be time to go home now. It was about nine at night and she had an early start the next morning.
Draco paced in his living room.
He was reeling from what his now ex-girlfriend had just said to him…
If I wanted to go to Azkaban then, yes I'd stay with you, you sodding fool but from the looks of it your whole bloody family will be locked up by Christmas!
Astoria… there was someone he hated. Their contractual engagement had just now crumbled to pieces. Astoria was everything he detested in a woman, haughty, ignorant and high maintenance. God forbid their arrangement had gotten any further than it did. He couldn't stand the idea of being married to a woman like her.
Even if he did hate her Astoria had a point. Both his mother and father were in Azkaban and the Wizengamot was trying to build a case against him. His lawyers were sure he would get little more than a slap on the wrist… if that. Both his parents were in Azkaban for their roles in aiding Lord Voldemort during the war. Mainly they were prosecuted for allowing Malfoy Manor to be the Dark Lord's hideout. Draco knew terrible things had been condoned while Lord Voldemort was resident at Malfoy Manor. He had seen countless people murdered and tortured at the hnads of foul people his parents had allowed to stay in his home.
Now everything was different.
His parents had been locked up for a month now and he knew they would serve a lifetime sentence for everything they had done. He was glad that he would never have to lay eyes on his father again after everything the man had put him through.
Draco sighed and took out a small silver snuffbox. Upending the box two small, green, fluffy buds fell out and after breaking them up onto smaller pieces he took a small piece of rolling paper from his pocket. Draco took out his lighter and lit the end after a few drags he felt a bit of a rush making him feel slightly light headed but placing a slight smile on his face at the sensation.
He then went to the bar in the kitchen and poured himself a large brandy. Walking back to his sitting room he flopped back into a cozy armchair and swirled his brandy in the glass. His thoughts began to slow down and he took a deep breath inhaling the thick smoke. He exhaled and blew out a large ring of smoke.
Taking his wand from his pocket he flicked his wand quickly in the direction of a Muggle-style stereo he had purchased a few days ago. Turning the volume up until it was quite loud his favorite album, "A Color Map of The Sun" began to play. He tilted his head back and sighed deeply.
Hermione smiled as she poured herself a scotch. Drinking it down quickly she poured herself a refill and flopped down on her couch turning on the television. She was tired and even though she had an early morning at Hogwarts the next day she wasn't tired.
She was nursing her third glass of scotch when she heard knuckles rapping steadily on her front door.
She teetered over to the door and looking into the peephole she saw Harry with a bottle of wine. She smiled to herself thankful that Harry had thought to stop over, she was feeling a tad nostalgic since she had to go to Hogwarts the next day.
She let him in and gave him a hug. He smiled and settled in after a few minutes. He had brought a wonderful red Merlot, her favorite and they sat together on the couch watching Muggle television and chatting about the plans for the massive restoration at Hogwarts the next day.
Honestly she missed her days at Hogwarts. She, Ron and Harry decided not to go back after the war because there was still so much that needed to be done to fix Hogwarts and the rest of the world. She had reasoned that it would be atleast a year before the school could function again anyway. She didn't want to be nineteen and just starting her seventh year at Hogwarts. She decided that she had more real-world experience with magic than most nineteen year-olds her age. No, Hogwarts would have been a waste of time she reasoned and there would be so many of her friends that would never return to Hogwarts. It was just sad to think of going back without them.
It was about three in the morning and Harry was feeling rather tired but also anxious about the big day coming up. He withdrew a small plastic baggie from his pocket and smiled at Hermione.
Realization dawned on Hermione and she giggled at what Harry had taken out of his pocket. She hadn't smoked bud since her sixth year with Ron. He had always been more into partying than her and she hadn't minded. But they hadn't worked out the way she wanted and he ended up sleeping with that tart Lavender Brown.
Her last memory of smoking bud was when her and Ron had broken up after his shenanigan with Lavender. Harry had come to console her on the steps leading up to the astronomy tower and he had done the same thing he was doing now, slyly withdrawing a plastic baggie laden with fluffy green and orange buds and a bowl.
He packed the bowl he had brought with him and put it to her lips. She inhaled deeply and sucked in the intoxicating smoke. After a few drags a smile crept across her lips and she could feel the stress of Hogwarts and the war melt away.
Harry smiled and took a few hits from the bowl enjoying the sensation of the smoke filling his lungs.
After a few bowl packs Hermione declared she was thoroughly high and completely exhausted. She hugged Harry and agreed to be at Hogwarts no later than eight thirty the next morning. He smiled and nodded, disapparating back to his flat.
Hermione collapsed into her bed. She slipped her jeans off and found a pair of comfortable shorts on the back of a chair next to her desk. Pulling her top over her head she wandered to her wardrobe and pulled a baggy t-shirt out.
She climbed into bed, turned off the light and fell asleep quite quickly.
A/N: "A Color Map of The Sun" is Pretty Lights newest album. They're my favorite so I had to also make them Draco's favorite of course.
My idea for this story is that each chapter will feature Draco or Hermione or both of them using a different drug each chapter. If you have ideas or suggestions for which drug you think I should put in the plot next leave me your idea in a review.
