Harry had just been considering the idea that if Voldemort had chosen right now to read his mind, he would be vastly out of his league. Then the picture of Voldemort smoking a joint made him giggle, and then Harry had the best idea ever -

"Harry!"

Hermione's voice sounded from outside the door, and Harry glanced at the doorway of his cousins room. For a split second the thought that Hermione would catch him floated around his mind, and he knew normally he should have felt guilty...or something.

"Harry Potter, where are you?"

Harry shifted his back against the wall and took another long drag.

"Harry?" And Dudley's door swung open. Harry watched as she inhaled, then coughed. He giggled, then quickly smothered it, but Hermione had already heard him.

"What are you doing?"

Harry blinked at his friend/ex-lover, and grinned. So, he answered as honestly as he could;

"Relaxing."
Hermione's expression reminded him of a certain toad-like woman, and he had to look away. Umbridge was a hell of a buzz kill.

"Wanna join?"

"No, I don't wanna join!" I wanna spray you with cold water and beat the shit out of you! How in the hell did you even...Dudley."

Harry giggled, Hermione had answered her own question.

"You know what would be totally wicked right now?"

When Hermione didn't answer he went on.

"Gummi worms. And...and croutons. And..."

"Harry! This is not how to deal with your problems!"

Taking a long drag Harry blew it at Hermione.

"Did you mention water?"

Hermione blinked at him, but Harry could have sworn he saw her smile.

"Yes, I wanted to..."

"I'm thirsty." Harry gave his best puppy dog face, "Accio some water please. And...and a mug."

Hermione grumbled for a moment then turned and pointed her wand at the doorway, seconds later a mug came floating towards her. Harry giggled.

"Wicked...now do some red sparks."

Hermione stared at him, "but you just asked...?"

"Sparks!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and flicked her wand, and red sparks flew out the tip.

Harry smiled, "That is sweet."

"So, what now, your American?"

"What?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Sit!" Harry ordered.

"I'm not smoking."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Fine. Coward."

Hermione didn't respond, just sat next to him against the wall.

"You want this?" She held out the mug, and Harry nodded.

Sighing Hermione tapped it with her wand and water came pouring out.

Harry giggled again, and then cupping the mug in both hands took a huge sip.

"Is it good?"

Harry grinned at her, setting down the mug, hands shaking slightly, "Yes, you should try it."

Hermione smiled, "I meant the water."

Harry just blinked at her.

"Come on...like you said before, this is something you should try before the war..."

Hermione glanced at him, "Really?"

He nodded fiercely. But she only rolled her eyes.

"I think I'll be fine just breathing in your smoke." Hermione muttered.

But that gave Harry an idea.

"I know..."He blinked at her, "I know, I have an idea..."

"Yes?"

"First you have to stop with that Mcgonagall voice."

"Mcgonagall voice?"

"Yes." Harry rubbed his eyes, and repositioned his glasses.

"I'll try."

"Good." Harry took a small hit this time, "What if I said you would just kinda feel it?"

"What?"

"I take a hit, then breathe the smoke into your mouth."

Hermione blinked at him.

"It's fun."

She glared at him for a moment, and Harry re-lit his joint.

"I think not."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Ron wouldn't be such a pussy."

Hermione just stared at him.

"Now is not the time to be bringing up Ron, Harry."

He ginned at her, "RonHarry." Harry repeated, and giggled.

Finally Hermione cracked a smile, "You giggling is perhaps the funniest thing I have ever seen. Even more then Malfoy bouncing as a Ferret."

Harry nodded, "Luna."

"What?"

"Luna would be really funny right now."

"I don't follow."

Harry gave her an overly dramatic frustrated look, "Luna would be awesome right now. Cause when you think about it, all that shit she says...it just works, you know?"

Hermione took a sip from the mug, hiding a smirk, "No, I'm not sure I do."

Harry stared at Hermione, stared into her eyes, making her blink uncomfortably.

"Um, Harry?"

"I like your blushing...It's really cute."

Hermione blushed again.

Suddenly Harry sat up straight, the joint in his hand had only about an inch left.

"Hermione," Harry turned towards her, "Don't move. Just inhale."

Then he took a long drag, leaned forward and pushed his lips to her. She froze for a moment, then cautiously opened her mouth. Harry exhaled the smoke and Hermione immediately leaned back coughing. Smoke came out her nose and mouth in bursts.

Harry sat back and grinned at Hermione, as she hastily took a sip of water.

"So?"

"I don't see how you enjoy that!"

Harry just shook his head, "Well you didn't hold it in."

Hermione made a sound that Mrs. Weasley would have been proud of.

"Come on Hermy...Its almost gone and you're not even...affected yet."

She stared at her best friend/ex-lover, her mind whirling. Him being stoned was an interesting opportunity. She might as well use it to her advantage, Hermione thought to herself. This was better then fighting and avoiding each other. Taking another sip of water, she leaned her head back against the wall;

"Harry, we shouldn't..."

But he just shook his head so violently she thought Harry might fall over, "No, Hermione!" He leaned over to her, waving the smoking joint in front of her," Don't say don't. Just go with it. Please?"

Hermione didn't respond, then nodded hesitantly.

Harry grinned, a carefree grin that took her breath away. She had only seen that after Quidditch matches, and even then she hadn't seen it in a long time.

She swallowed, "Ok. One more try."

Grinning Harry took in a long frag and leaned over, and this time Hermione was ready. She opened her mouth and breathed in the smoke from Harry's lips. When he went to pull away she leaned in more, and for a second held Harry in a smoke filled kiss. Then she started coughing, again.

Harry leaned back and smiled at his hacking friend, who was red in the face, although for more then one reason. She glared at him and took a gulp of water. She didn't want to admit it but she was starting to feel...different.

Leaning in again Harry bent down and their lips touched. Breathing in slowly Hermione held in the smoke and then let it escape through her nostrils. She looked at Harry sheepishly.

"Figures you would be a fast learner."

Hermione laughed and slapped him on the arm, "Shut up!", Then she stared at Harry resting against the wall, smile fading, "I am sorry you know. About everything. I didn't want it to..."

Harry's finger flew to her lips, and he shushed her. She smiled against his finger, and for a moment they stared at each other.

"..water!" Harry grabbed the mug and took a long gulp.

Hermione hid a smile, then took a sip herself, suddenly feeling strange.

"Harry I think I have dry mouth."

He nodded, relighting the last bit of joint.

"Good," and he leaned over and blew more smoke into her mouth. Harry, however, was now a bit wobbly, and Hermione gripped his shirt sleeve as he leaned over her. When he went to pull away, her hand stayed fastened on his sleeve.

Harry grinned suddenly, "I know what helps dry mouth."

And before Hermione could ponder the answer his lips closed on hers for real this time. And the voice in Hermione's head, which had been getting quieter, disappeared altogether. Their kissing was fast and passionate, and he dropped the stub of joint on the carpet in order to wrap himself closer to her. Tugging at his lip Hermione pulled him closer, and he leaned into her. Their hands stayed motionless, just grasping and pulling at each others backs and hair. Taking control Harry pulled Hermione down onto the carpet, where he carefully tried not to squish her. Their lips were anxious as Hermione pulled him back down. Then, with the intoxicating scent of marijuana floating around them, Harry and Hermione made up.