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Explicit drug use. This is not a "how to", even though it reads like one. Don't do drugs, kids. No matter how fun they are.
Severus apparated just down the street from Spinner's End and walked casually toward his home. The place still had the rundown, dilapidated look to it on the outside, but on the inside it was clean, sturdy, and warm. As he approached, his wards alerted him that Hermione was already inside, and he couldn't help but smirk. The girl had been to his home a few times usually to retrieve supplies or books, but he had never left her, or anyone for that matter, alone in his home. He could only imagine what she was doing in there. Shaking his head, he walked in.
The Professor walked into his living room to find his apprentice pacing in front of the lit hearth. He looked around and noticed that she had brought some "supplies".
"Hermione?" he said quietly, startling her into a yelp of surprise, she stopped pacing and glared at him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." He chuckled and gestured to the coffee table, "What is all of this?"
"Oh you know, some extra lighters, candles, cheese puffs, milk duds, some eye drops for later, I brought some music, and a few DVDs that are considered 'stoner flicks'. Am I forgetting anything?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Just that I'm not a cliché." Severus replied trying desperately not to outright laugh at the girl. "I won't object to the snacks, though. Forever the insufferable know it all…" he trailed off. "Let me go change into something more comfortable. I'll be out momentarily."
As the Professor walked out of the living room, Hermione plopped down onto the worn leather sofa. She had decided on some leggings and a large maroon sweater that she proceeded to curl herself up into. She had never been in Severus' home for more than a few minutes at a time and she wasn't sure how to be comfortable in it. Severus returned a few minutes later in a pair of faded jeans and a black long-sleeved thermal. Hermione's eyes widened as she blatantly looked the man up and down.
"It's not polite to stare, Miss Granger." Severus chastised teasingly, before sitting down next to her on the couch and pulling a small baggie full of little green buds from his pocket. "What? Did you think I lived in my work robes? Stop gawking and relax. I'm going to explain to you how to do this, so pay attention."
Hermione moved closer to the Professor as he donned his lecturing tone, and she watched with rapt attention. She had never seen anyone do this before, and she, of course, wanted to be good at it.
Severus pulled out a small glass pipe looking thing that was swirled green and black. "This is a small glass bowl. They come in a few different shapes and sizes; this is pretty basic. This opening here that looks like a bowl, is where you pack the weed. The weed itself should be broken up and the stems removed. Some will use another device called a grinder to do this and to extract some more potent bits called keef. We will not be doing this because I seem to have misplaced my grinder. You pack the bowl with as much as you desire to smoke."
Severus packed the bowl and looked up to find Hermione's eyes taking in all the information and committing it to memory. He had to smirk, the witch was so fixated on what he was doing that she was almost in his lap. He continued on with his instructions,
"There is a small opening on the side of the bowl. You cover this with your finger while you light the weed and pull the smoke with your mouth. When you feel that there is enough smoke in the pipe, you release your finger, and the smoke is released into your mouth. From there it is up to you to hold it in your mouth, which is what I would recommend the first few times until you get accustomed to the feeling, and blow it out through your mouth and/or nose. As you get more comfortable, you can attempt to inhale the smoke into your lungs. Inhaling into your lungs gives you a better high. Exhaling through your nose, can also enhance your high. It may, and probably will, burn and you may be slightly overwhelmed initially, but try not to swallow smoke. Are you following me?"
Hermione looked up and met his eye, "I think I've got it. Can I watch you do it first to see what to do exactly?"
"Of course. Now, hand me one of those many lighters you decided to bring along." He teased and Hermione had the sense to look a little embarrassed as she handed him a lighter.
Severus brought the glass bowl to his lips, covered the small opening on the side, and lit the green plant. Hermione watched in fascination as he sucked in little puffs and filled the pipe with a cloudy smoke. He released his finger, and all the smoke went right into his mouth. He moved the pipe away from his lips and just held his lips shut while he inhaled. He held his breath for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke from his nose and lips.
"That was incredible." Hermione whispered. It looked so effortless and strangely mystifying. She could watch him smoke all day, but she also desperately wanted to try.
"Mmm… your turn. Would you like me to light it for you?" Severus murmured.
"Yes, please." Hermione answered as she accepted the pipe from the dark man next to her. She held it just as he instructed, finger over the hole, and lips around the end of the pipe. Severus looked at her and arched an eyebrow at her. She nodded her readiness. He leaned in close and lit the bowl. Hermione pulled until the pipe filled, looking up to Severus for approval. He smirked and nodded to her again. She released her finger and immediately had a mouth full of smoke and her throat was burning.
Spluttering, she cried, "How do you keep it in for so long." Followed by a few minutes of coughing. While she coughed Severus plucked the bowl from her fingers and took a few more hits himself. After she calmed down, he stared at her with narrowed eyes, and a small smile playing at his lips,
"Again. Now you know what it will feel like. Pull less smoke, or make more room in your mouth. I know you can take it. I am getting sufficiently stoned, so you, my dear, need to catch up. Take a few turns and practice."
With a fresh sense of determination, Hermione took the bowl from Severus' offered hand. She held out her other hand for the lighter as well, and proceeded to light her own bowl. Severus was slightly impressed and lounged back, watching her, and critiquing her technique as she took several more small hits. A few coughing fits later and she was exhaling the smoke through her nose and inhaling. "Definitely an over achiever, even in something as illicit as drug use" Severus mused to himself and had to really reign in his urge to laugh.
The pair of them had smoked through a bowl and a half, and Severus decided it would be a good idea to take a break to gauge her reaction to the drug. "How are you feeling, Hermione?" Severus asked quietly.
"I feel calmer and my face feels a little heavy, but I really don't feel super affected. Maybe it just doesn't affect me."
"Oh really? Well maybe you should try sitting up straight then." He finished with a mock scowl that quickly dissolved into a laugh as Hermione's eyes widened and she pulled herself up.
"Shit." Hermione said before also dissolving into a fit of laughter, pitching forward and leaning up against Severus' side. They leaned against each other, enjoying the heaviness of their bodies and the contented feeling that was overwhelming them both.
"Severus… this is awesome…." Hermione hummed as she leaned against him a little more. He was a little surprised, but hummed in agreement nonetheless and decided to try his luck. He pulled away from her slightly and was delighted to her the slight huff of protest, before putting his arm around the witch and pulling her back against him.
"This is much more comfortable and you are nice and warm." Severus murmured.
Hermione snorted, "I never thought I'd hear that from you. You're really just a creature of comfort aren't you? That's fine with me, Severus. Cuddle up if you feeeeel the urge."
"Severus Snape doesn't cuddle." He growled as he pulled her closer and formed more comfortably around her. He missed Hermione's smile, and she missed his as they laid on the couch curled up in each other, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
