Disclaimer: These characters all belong to JKR but since she would never do
anything this weird with them that's alright.
Review this, it's gonna be hilarious!
Harry Potter wandered idly through the hallways. It was the winter break of his seventh year and he had taken to exploring unknown corners of the school, while Ron and Hermione were... busy. He was now lost. He was therefore surprised to hear voices coming from an unused class-room in a hallway full of unused class-rooms. He crept cautiously towards it...
As he got closer, he realized that one of the voices was Malfoy's. Now certain that the occupants of the classroom were up to no good (this was Malfoy, after all), Harry peeked around the open door.
"Right, so that's ten galleons and you come back here this time next month." Malfoy said quietly.
A wide-eyed Slytherin third year handed over the money and received a small bag in return. "How do I know it's the real thing?" He asked suspiciously.
Malfoy grinned. "Well, if you don't feel like your eyeballs have crawled out of your head the next morning, I'll give you a refund, shall I? Now scram!"
Harry saw the third year hurrying towards the door and ran for it.
Later in the common room, as Hermione and Ron emerged from wherever they had gone this time, Harry told them what he had seen.
"But this is SERIOUS!" Exclaimed Hermione. "If Malfoy is selling drugs to innocent third-years, we have to tell Dumbledore!"
Ron snorted. "Oh, come on, Hermione, get real! Who cares if Slytherins get wizzed? Besides, it might not be what you think!" At this point Hermione slapped him. "Ow! What was that for?" He cried.
"Yeah, and what's 'wizzed'?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"It's like getting stoned, only with magic." Ron explained patiently.
"And it's got really unpleasant side-effects!" Said Hermione. "People have DIED, horribly! It's been on the news and everything! They didn't get all of that poor boy off the ceiling for DAYS!!!"
Harry looked puzzled. "If the side effects are that horrible, why do people take them?"
"They transport you to a whole new plane of reality that those stupid old wizards haven't even properly explored!" Ron enthused ".Besides, they're okay if you don't overdose, or get addicted... Why are you looking at me like that Hermione? Hermione? Hermione!" But she had rushed off upstairs in tears.
"Nice one, Ron."
Harry Potter wandered idly through the hallways. It was the winter break of his seventh year and he had taken to exploring unknown corners of the school, while Ron and Hermione were... busy. He was now lost. He was therefore surprised to hear voices coming from an unused class-room in a hallway full of unused class-rooms. He crept cautiously towards it...
As he got closer, he realized that one of the voices was Malfoy's. Now certain that the occupants of the classroom were up to no good (this was Malfoy, after all), Harry peeked around the open door.
"Right, so that's ten galleons and you come back here this time next month." Malfoy said quietly.
A wide-eyed Slytherin third year handed over the money and received a small bag in return. "How do I know it's the real thing?" He asked suspiciously.
Malfoy grinned. "Well, if you don't feel like your eyeballs have crawled out of your head the next morning, I'll give you a refund, shall I? Now scram!"
Harry saw the third year hurrying towards the door and ran for it.
Later in the common room, as Hermione and Ron emerged from wherever they had gone this time, Harry told them what he had seen.
"But this is SERIOUS!" Exclaimed Hermione. "If Malfoy is selling drugs to innocent third-years, we have to tell Dumbledore!"
Ron snorted. "Oh, come on, Hermione, get real! Who cares if Slytherins get wizzed? Besides, it might not be what you think!" At this point Hermione slapped him. "Ow! What was that for?" He cried.
"Yeah, and what's 'wizzed'?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"It's like getting stoned, only with magic." Ron explained patiently.
"And it's got really unpleasant side-effects!" Said Hermione. "People have DIED, horribly! It's been on the news and everything! They didn't get all of that poor boy off the ceiling for DAYS!!!"
Harry looked puzzled. "If the side effects are that horrible, why do people take them?"
"They transport you to a whole new plane of reality that those stupid old wizards haven't even properly explored!" Ron enthused ".Besides, they're okay if you don't overdose, or get addicted... Why are you looking at me like that Hermione? Hermione? Hermione!" But she had rushed off upstairs in tears.
"Nice one, Ron."