I couldn't write this as well as I had wanted to, it was too hard to write a bad side to George! Written for astronaut's Scandalous, Sinning Challenge "Some rise by sin and by virtue some fall." I had some fun with this dirty little secret though;)

As always, I don't own anything but the laptop I write on.

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Sitting in an armchair in a corner of the common room, George Weasley chuckled to himself. He loved to watch the other students stumble around and act so slightly different. It gave him a rush.

Tonight the Gryffindors were celebrating the win of the Quidditch Cup. As a fifth year beater, George had helped his team win the first cup since his brother Charlie had left school, and the party had been raging since the game ended.

George had a secret hobby that he told no-one of, not even Fred. His spine tingled when he thought about it, and he waited anxiously for the next opportunity.

He brewed potions himself in secret rooms across the school, checking in on them at various points throughout the day. When one was ready he would disperse it into several tiny vials and tuck them in his pockets, ready for the first chance to slip it into an unsuspecting victim's drink.

George's first experience with this drugging habit had been earlier in the year as part of a prank. He had slipped this same potion into Fred's drink, and his brother hadn't ever noticed anything. George found it fascinating, the subtle changes in the behavior and coordination. He had done it gradually more frequently until he used his potion at least once every few days.

Now he sat in the corner laughing as most Gryffindors were walking around and partying, unknowingly drugged. After the win this morning, George had snuck into several of his brewing stations and filled two dozen or so phials with the dark blue potion and emptied it all into the giant bowl of punch he was levitating up to the common room from the kitchens while Fred lagged behind, double-checking that he had every snack they would need. One by one, the maroon-and-gold clad students had unintentionally ingested the harmless potion and George watched with satisfaction as they began to barely stumble over snags in the carpet and their words gave a slight slur.

George continued to chuckle in his chair until the last drugged student had gone up to bed.

The last night of term would give him the next opportunity for his sinning joy.