Disclaimer: I solemly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: The inspiration from this fic came partially from the song "She Paints Me Blue" by Something Corporate and from my friends who had an adventure in drugs a few weeks ago, lol. :-) Enjoy! It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but it got too long, so it's now 3 chaps.

"What did you do!"

"I don't know!"

"Shit!"

"What the hell was that!"

"What is going on here?"

"Meep!"

"Did Neville just meep?"

"I think he did."

"That can't be good."

"Someone will tell me what is going on right now, or every Gryffindor will have detention from now until the end of the year!"

Neville trembled as Snape's pallid profile loomed over him. He shrunk down on his stool, attempting to become invisible. Hermione looked on in worry and Ron grimaced.

Snape's eyes slid over to Harry who was standing next to Neville, drenched from head to toe in a thick blue potion. He stood absolutely still as it dripped off of him. No one dared go near. Even the Slytherins were keeping their distance, knowing Neville's aptitude with potions.

"Well?" Snape sneered in a deadly calm voice. Neville squeaked again and shrunk down further. Harry stood carefully, hoping they were going to remove the potion soon. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"I... I... I..." Neville stuttered, trying to give a response. Snape sneered at him and turned his attention to Harry momentarily.

The room was completely silent save for Neville's continued squeaks and the drip, drip of the potion from Harry's clothes. Snape took a vial from his desk and scooped a sample from Harry. He turned back to Neville who quailed yet again.

"Longbottom, you're ineptitude astounds me. You best hope this potion you have concocted is not lethal. In the meantime, someone take him to the hospital wing," he said, indicating Harry who was still frozen in place as the goo dripped onto the floor. Hermione hurried forward and Ron as well. They prodded Harry forward, careful not to touch the blue potion.

He walked awkwardly out of the room, trying carefully not to spread it any further. As the door swing shut, Snape turned to Neville once more who looked as if he might faint.

"As for you, you will serve detention for the next month, starting tonight. And you will be helping me to find out what this potion is."

Neville let out a tiny moan, almost a choked sob. The Slytherins snickered behind Snape as everyone went back to their usual activities. Snape walked back to his desk and set down the vial of the blue liquid, hoping that Longbottom hadn't managed to kill the boy wonder.

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Up the stairs from the dungeons and carefully into the Hospital wing went Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They opened the door so that Harry could sidle in. As he walked by, Ron accidentally brushed his fingers in the potion that covered Harry.

"Oh no!" he cried. Hermione gasped and looked horrified.

"Ron, what did you do!"

"I didn't mean to!"

Harry frowned at the pair of them. He walked further into the room and Madame Pomfrey came bustling out of her office. Her eyes widened as she looked at Harry. She ushered him into a chair and vanished the potion from his body.

He sighed in relief as she set about inspecting him. Ron stuttered something to her about having touching it too and she immediately sat him down as well. As she flitted around, Harry turned to Ron.

"Good job, Ron," he said sarcastically. Ron gave him an apologetic shrug.

"I just hope it's nothing horrible," he said with conviction. Above them Hermione tutted and went on about how Ron should be more careful. Of course she didn't blame Harry. It wasn't his fault Neville was clumsy and knocked over their cauldron. Though it probably was his fault that the potion had gone wrong. Harry should have been paying attention.

Harry sighed and tuned her out as she went on and on. Madame Pomfrey finally stepped back, a perplexed look on her face. Harry and Ron exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Well," she said. "It doesn't seem as if anything's wrong."

Harry eyed her carefully. Did that mean he was okay?

"So we're okay?" he asked.

"It appears so," she said slowly as if not trusting her findings. "I guess you must have just gotten lucky, boys."

Harry nearly laughed but restrained himself. When was he ever lucky? He decided to just let it go for now. Apparently nothing was wrong. Madame Pomfrey released them reluctantly and they left the Hospital wing.

"You're very lucky, Harry," Hermione scolded as they climbed to stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

"I know, Hermione," Harry sighed, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. Ron was rubbing his fingers together carefully where he had touched the substance.

Once they reached the common room, Hermione left to get some books from her dormitory. Ron and Harry sat down in a few armchairs by the fireplace. Most of the other students were still in classes so the common room was fairly empty.

Ron continued to rub his fingers together, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at them. He turned to Harry who was staring into the fire.

"Do you feel funny?" he asked. Harry turned to him, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"Funny?" he repeated.

"Yeah," Ron said, feeling his fingers again. "Kinda tingly."

"Tingly? No..." Harry said slowly. In fact, he wasn't feeling tingly, he felt slightly dizzy. He turned back to the fire and watched the flames swirling up the chimney. He shook his head slightly and things came back into focus.

He looked back to Ron who was still looking hard at his fingers and rubbing them together. Harry blinked hard and looked at Ron again. He looked around the common room. Nothing was different. The red and gold hangings on the wall appeared to be swaying in a nonexistent breeze before Harry's eyes.

Just then Hermione appeared with a pile of books. She slammed them down on the table and Harry jerked back in shock. She gave him an odd look then sat down in the third armchair. Ron was still enthralled with his fingers.

"Alright, I think we should start on Transfiguration," she said, pulling out one of the books from the stack. She set it down on her lap and it fell open. She grabbed a piece of parchment and began scribbling down notes on it.

After a while, she looked up. Harry was still looking around the room as though in a haze and Ron was rubbing his fingers together as if trying to get an invisible substance off of them. She eyed them carefully.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Ron looked up at her as if only just realizing she was there.

"Yeah," he replied jerkily. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted when the portrait hole swung open and Neville clambered in with the rest of the Gryffindors. The moment he saw Harry, he made a beeline for him.

"Harry!" he exclaimed. Harry's gaze jerked to Neville's face, focusing on the pudgy boy.

"Hello, Neville," he said cheerfully.

"So you're okay?" he asked anxiously. "I'm so sorry, Harry! I didn't mean to I swear!"

"It's okay!" Harry said with a happy smile. Hermione's eyebrows knitted together as she listened to Harry speak.

"It is?" Neville asked nervously.

"Of course!" Harry said with a grin. "Nothing's wrong, I'm great!"

Neville looked incredibly relieved.

"Oh, I'm so glad, Harry. I promise you'll never have to be my partner again!"

"I don't care," Harry said happily. "Whatever is fine."

Neville nodded slowly, clearly unsure what was going on. Hermione watched the entire interaction suspiciously. Ron didn't seem to notice anything that was happening, now focusing on flexing his hand.

Neville left them alone then and went up to the dorms. Harry turned back to Hermione, the cheerful smile still on his face.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked him. "I mean, we could go back to Madame Pomfrey if you're feeling--"

"But I'm fine!" Harry said happily, interrupting her. "She said so."

Hermione didn't look convinced, but allowed Harry to go back to looking around the room.

As his gaze traveled around the room, Harry found himself drawn to the many shapes present. The squareness of the couch, the round of the table, the triangle legs of the chairs. He tilted his head to the left and looked at the table legs sideways.

Hermione gave him an odd look but didn't comment. At length, she decided it might be better to just study in her room instead of the silence that Ron and Harry presented.

She left them alone and retreated upstairs. Neither boy noticed her exit. Ron was moving his hand up and down in front of his face as though transfixed.

"Hey, Harry," he said suddenly. Harry was brought out of his shape searching to look at Ron. He had an unfocused look glazed over his face.

"Yeah, Ron?" Harry replied cheerfully.

"Do you see the purple?" Ron asked, moving his hand up and down in front of his face once more. Harry squinted at his hand.

As Ron moved it up and down, it was followed by a streak of color. Harry watched it for a moment as it disappeared then reappeared as Ron moved his hand once more.

"I see blue," he said finally. Ron nodded vaguely, still moving the hand, his eyes following it's every movement.

Harry watched the color for a while, enthralled by its appearance. No one else in the common room paid them any attention. They sat by the fireplace silently.

Harry turned his gaze back to the fireplace. The yellow and orange swirls of flame curled upward, flickering around the logs in the fireplace. Harry found himself taken in by their movement, curling, twisting, licking.

Harry sat up suddenly, nearly toppling backward off the chair. He stood up and looked down at Ron. He was still sitting in the chair, tracing patterns in the air and following with his wide eyes.

"I'm hungry," Harry said. Ron jerked his eyes away from his hand. He looked disoriented as he looked at Harry.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm hungry," Harry repeated. Ron nodded, slowly at first then more enthusiastically.

"Yeah," he said, standing up as well. He stopped once he was upright though and his mouth hung open as his eyes slid around the room. "Whoa," he said. The room spun before his eyes, becoming a blur of gold and red.

Harry's attention was caught by the shimmering of a coin on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. It was a gold Galleon. It reflected the light from the fire and twinkled in his hand. He stared at it, purely enraptured by its appearance.

Finally, he pulled his eyes from the glittering coin and looked back to Ron. He was swaying slightly on his feet as he waited for the room to stop spinning.

"Let's go," Harry said, reaching out and tugging on Ron. Ron was pulled sharply from his vision. Harry pulled back his hand sharply.

He looked at his fingers carefully. Ron's skin had felt sharp, like glass when he had touched it. Ron didn't seem to notice.

Together they walked through the common room and out the portrait hole. No one noticed their strange behavior or departure.

Once they were outside, they turned left to go down to the kitchens. Halfway down the 7th floor corridor, Harry stumbled over nothing and fell to his knees. He didn't seem perturbed by the fall, instead he moved his head closer to the dusty floor, squinting.

"Wow," he breathed. "Ron, look at this!"

Ron immediately dropped down by Harry's side, staring intently at the floor.

"What?" he whispered.

"The pattern," Harry whispered, pointing at the stone floor. There was no pattern save where the stones had been laid together.

"Where, where!" Ron exclaimed.

"Shh," Harry silenced him. Ron shut his mouth quickly and watched in amazement as Harry traced the patter on the floor. They were so busy inspecting the dust covered floor that they didn't notice the footsteps of an approaching person.

"Well, well," came the drawling voice of a certain blond Slytherin. "What do we have here?"

A/N: What do you think? What will happen to Draco? Will they ever come out of this high? And what was in that potion? lol please review!