Pain Killer

Summary: Quidditch star. Hero. Boy-Who-Lived. Names all know him by. Stoner. Pothead. Druggie. Names many don't know him by. A story of how drugs affect the people who use them. Rated for drug use.

Chapter One: He's A Hero

The crowd was wild on the day of February 15. It was Harry Potter's sixth year at his Wizarding School, Hogwarts. Harry was Seeker again, after Ginny Weasley, his best friend's sister, had resigned from Seeker and 'demoted' herself to Chaser. Harry was the one the whole crowd had their eyes on. They all watched, waiting for something to happen. It was so slight and close of a game, nobody knew who would win. It was a tight match between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Even though it was February, it was surprisingly warm. It wasn't exactly hot, but it was mildly warm. Harry liked the weather because he didn't like playing in the rain.

The sun was shining bright, and the sky was cloudless. The crowd's colors shone brightly in the sunlight. Harry tried not to get the sunlight in his eyes because it could easily cause him to go blind. (Stupid glasses…)

Harry and Draco stopped.

The Golden Snitch was between them. It was exactly in the middle. It was just flying in place. The two boys stared at it, and then at each other, back to the ball. Harry kept eye contact with Draco for a few minutes. It was more of a staring contest than anything. The crowd was silent.

Harry used his fast reflexes and grabbed the Snitch while he still kept eye contact. The crowd didn't do anything. Harry had moved too fast. Harry smirked. Draco gave Harry a look of horror. "How does it feel to want?" Harry said simply, not expecting an answer.

When the crowd saw that Harry had caught the Snitch, it went even wilder than it was when the game started. Harry flew up to Hermione. "Great job, Harry!" she said happily. She hugged him and Harry went back down to the grass. He gave a final bow before departing to the locker room.

"Nice job out there, Potter," came a drawling voice from behind Harry. "Really, I mean, I wouldn't have thought of that, but you use that technique at every game and nobody seems to be able to beat you." Harry shrugged. "I do what I can," he said simply.
"Honestly, I didn't think that I would've fallen for that this time. I always forget what you're doing, but when you win, I always get complained at by the other Slytherins, so you need to let me win for once."

"If I let you win," Harry began. "Then I'd get complained at by the other Gryffindors, and I have a reputation to uphold, you know?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Look, it's not my fault that I'm good at the game. Blame the bloodline," Harry said, pulling his shirt over his head. "Maybe some extra practice."

When Harry and Draco were finished talking, they walked out of the locker room and went their separate ways. Harry met up with Hermione and Ron. "Harry, you were amazing out there," said Hermione. "Thanks," Harry said coolly.

"Hey, Harry, nice game today," said a Ravenclaw girl that apparently knew who he was. "Thanks," he said. He was getting tired of people always tell him how well he played. Of course, he did play pretty well; who could blame him?

"Don't I get complimented on playing today?" asked Ron. Hermione stopped and looked at him. "No," she joked. "You're just the Keeper. But Harry," she said, putting an arm around Harry's neck, "is a Seeker. Nobody likes Keepers." Hermione laughed. "I'm kidding, Ron! You're Keeping was great!" Ron's face turned bright red, more in humiliation and thinking at first that Hermione was serious than being angry for her saying something like that in the first place. "So what're we going to do for the rest of the day?" Hermione asked.

"I dunno," Harry answered. He looked over at Ron. "What do you wanna do today?" Ron shrugged. "Wanna go outside?" he said uncertainly. "We can… be outside and in the sun without a good chance of getting sick." Harry and Hermione exchanged looks of agreement. "Excellent," Harry said, in a Mr. Burns-type tone. (Yes, the Simpsons are on the air in England.) Hermione and Ron laughed. "Someone watches too much T.V.," Hermione said.

While they were outside, Hermione sat underneath a tree by the lake, reading. "Oh, come on, Hermione! Don't stay all smart-like! That's no fun!" Harry cried. Hermione sighed. "If I don't read this by the end of—"

"Seventh year," Harry interjected. "Come on! We're not even supposed to be reading that kind of stuff!" Harry looked at her. He got on his knees and took off his glasses. He looked solemnly into Hermione's eyes. Hermione glared at him playfully and said, "Oh, fine!!!" before standing up and leaving her book underneath the tree.

"Yay!" Harry said happily.

Harry walked over to the edge of the lake. There was a pile of boulders near the edge. One stood at about six feet high. Harry climbed up on it casually. "Be careful," Hermione warned. Harry stood up on the rock. He knew something that would be incredibly cruel but at the same time incredibly funny.

"Hey, Ron, I---" he began, making Ron look over at him. Harry slid off the rock and acted as though he were actually falling off. "Harry!" Hermione gasped. When Hermione ran over to see if he was okay, she found him lying in the pile of rocks, laughing. "You are so sick!" Hermione cried.

Harry did the same thing, only this time, Hermione was simply saying, "Ha, ha. Very funny."

"No, Hermione! Help!" Harry shouted. Harry slid off of the boulder, and when he hit the small pile of rocks, he said, "Shit! My leg!" Hermione went into emergency mode. She rushed over. "Harry, I told you to---" she paused, because Harry was laughing again. "It's amazing how someone so smart can be so gullible," he said. Hermione began walking away. Harry ran up to her. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he said apologetically.

"No, Harry. It's not your fault. It's just that I've seen you get hurt so many times it's hard to know when you're actually hurt and when you're screwing around. It's hard not to worry about you. I don't want you to be hurt. Ever. But you can keep screwing around, I'm not going to stop you from having fun, just… don't scare me like that. Hurting yourself is just a little more than I can handle."