Disclaimer: Dude, I'm running out of witty disclaimers. Harry Potter and his magical world aren't mine, OK?

Warning: Drugs! Don't take the ones mentioned as suggestions. Clear?

A/N: Originally I was trying to make this go along with THBP, but I've made my decision: Screw it.

"Wow. Who knew they'd have this much shit here?" Vic said, referring to Hogsmeade. The students had been allowed to go to shop for the dance. Vic was thoroughly enjoying herself handling every length of cloth in a little shop.

"Do you have to touch everything?" Hermione hissed to the other girl.

"Yes!" Vic hissed back.

They wove through the racks of clothing until they came across a pair of skinny jeans.

"Oh, God, Onyx! You have got to try these on!"

"No. They're way too small."

"Honey, you're way too small. Now try these on while I find some other stuff." With that Vic ploughed through masses of material. Harry sighed and closed the fitting room door. They both knew that he couldn't wear jeans for the dance, that's why they were there! Harry just barely managed to wiggle himself into the pants. He felt like a slut. "Come on, Harry, let's see you!" Herms called from the other side of the door. Harry opened the door and Hermione just stared.

"Well, they're very flattering." She managed.

"Why don't I just wear a sign that says 'boy-slut' on it?" Harry said, using the mirror to see himself from behind. "Miss? What do you think?" He asked the sales girl, who hadn't been paying attention.

"Hmm? My honest opinion? Well, they make your arse look fabulous."

I'm getting them. Harry decided.

xXx

They had all managed to find suitable clothes for the dance. Harry had found black dress robes with green stars artfully etched along the hem. Vic was just wearing a black high collared mini dress and fishnets. Harry had managed to talk her out of things much more dramatic. He wondered were she had found half of her things.

"You won't believe the headache I have." He mumbled.

"Want something for it?" Vic asked.

"Sure. Wotcha got?"

"Lemme see…" She pulled out a big yellow and black purse and opened up a hidden pocket, pulling out a small black pouch about the size of a deck of cards.

"Hmm, let's see. Something good for headaches…Ah! Here we go." Vic took out a red and yellow pill.

"You only need one. It's really powerful."

Harry swallowed it with some water. A few minutes later the headache was almost gone.

"Could I have another? My head still hurts."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I am." He said sharply. It was a lie, he already felt fine. He downed the pill and started to feel much better. Like, way better. "Whoa. What else you got in there?"

Vic handed him the pouch. Harry opened it and stared at the contents. Vic had carefully marked bottles and small bags with different coloured pills. Some had leaves in them!

Harry emptied the thing on to the floor.

"Hey! What the hell!" Vic cried indignantly.

"I'm just looking." Harry said. He held up a bag of dull red pills, smaller than what she'd given him. "What do these do?"

"Pretty much the same thing as what you just took. They're just weaker."

"And these?" He pointed to a bag of tiny, shiny red ones.

"They just make it easier to breathe."

"What about those ones?" Harry picked up a bag of long white pills.

"Those help you concentrate. Kinda like these." Vic held up a bag of similar ones, only they where orange.

"What do these ones do?" He held up a bag of small white pills. He felt really good.

"God, you're curious. They make you notice things. Kinda makes ya antsy."

"Why would you take them then?"

"Well, let's say you're hiding or what ever, these keep you on your toes. Besides, after to weeks it keeps you nice and calm."

"Oh. Well what about these?" Harry picked up some small pale yellow pills.

"Those ones, well, they really relax you. It's kinda like having a drink. A big drink."

"Well what about this?" He held up a tiny bottle.

"Oh, you don't wanna drink that."

"Why what is it? What does it do?"

"You only put a drop of it in stuff. Like in a sugar cube or something."

"What about these?" He picked up a bag of white tablets.

"Oh-ho! Be careful with that shit. Don't take more that one. Ever."

Harry held up several bottles with differently coloured liquids in them, but they all had the same label. "And these?"

"Ya know what? Here, try it." Vic handed him the red stuff. Harry took a swig of it.

"Bleh! Tastes gross!"

"I know. But that passes." She said, taking the orange stuff for herself, smartly pinching her nose.

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione cried out from the top of the stairs. Vic quickly scooped up her stuff and dumped it back into the pouch

"Oh, Vic was just showing me some-"

"Candy. But you wouldn't like it. It's very bitter." Vic cut him off.

"It had better just be candy." Herms said, and with that she stalked off.

Harry was feeling really good! Really, really good. He giggled.

"This stuff is great!" He giggled some more. Vic's hair was now blue! Colours were changing and swirling all around him.

"Ya know Vic?"

"Hmm?"

"You're a good friend." Harry said light-headedly.

"You really mean it? What about Ron, or Hermoi- Hermin- Herms?"

"They're great. But they don't get it."

"Really?"

"I think so." Harry said, finding the fire very pretty. "Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty sure. I dunno. Yeah. No. Yeah."

Dean Thomas walked through the room towards the common room entrance.

"Hey, Vic," Harry whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Dean's kinda cute."

"So?"

"I dunno why, but I kinda wanna do him!" He whispered.

"You slut!" She whispered back.

"And you know Malfoy?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been having dreams about him, and I kinda wanna do him too!"

"Oh my god! Whore!" Vic hissed. Harry just giggled.

"I know!"

"Well," Vic started. "You know Ginny? The girl you're taking to the dance? She's hot!"

"Ew! Gross! Ron's sister? Bleh!" Neither of them could stop giggling. Vic turned to him.

"Maybe we should do something productive." She managed to gasp between giggles. Harry looked at her.

"Nah!" The two of them said simultaneously. They were literally rolling on the floor laughing.

xXx

"Draco, who are you taking to the dance?" Pansy Parkinson whined.

"No one. I'm just going with a friend."

"Why? I'd go with you."

"It's too late. Vic and I already made arrangements."

"Oh." Pansy huffed.

Thank you, God! Draco Malfoy thought. He would not be going with that obsessive bitch! Now, he would probably have to avoid Harry, but it would most likely be a good night. Draco had spent much time with himself, an imaginary Harry and his own hand. It would not due for that to be known to others, especially Harry. Draco still wasn't sure why he was dreaming about the boy who wouldn't just die already. Harry was his rival, and a half-blood. That was most than enough to make Draco hate him. So why'd he have to be so damn hot? Draco walked up to the boys' dormitory and into his bed. Why? Why? Why, why, why? This was so wrong! Draco hit his head against the wall a couple of times. Draco had become all too familiar with what he thought Harry would look like naked, and what he thought that Harry would sound like screaming his name. Draco wanted the real thing so badly. Oh dear. Draco found himself thinking more and more about Harry. Why him?

Draco cast a privacy charm and started unbuttoning his pants. Potter was going to pay for the way he was making Draco feel.

xXx

Harry had become quite familiar with the contents of Vic's little black pouch. She had a pill or drink or herb that took the edge off of anything. Harry was even more surprised to find out that she made some of the things.

"So what about this?" Harry said, fingering a bottle that contained the red fluid he'd become very fond of. "Where do you get the ingredients?"

"Oh, any drug store."

"Then what do you do?"

"You just boil it. That concentrates the stuff. But you've gotta be careful. If it's too strong you can hurt yourself."

The girl would make Snape proud. If he still taught potions. Whatever. Harry didn't pay much attention anymore.

"My head hurts." Harry lied. He didn't want to be to upfront about what he wanted.

"Yeah, right. Here." Vic handed him two of the red and yellow pills. Harry took them from her before she could have second thoughts. He downed the little angels with a glass of water.

"You like those, doncha? Well space them out. They ain't cheap, you know."

Whatever. Harry thought. In about a minute the whole world and all of his responsibilities would just melt away. With these little things, he didn't even mind Vic's senseless chatter. How had he not discovered these before? Harry's aunt Petunia had always been fond of pills, but he'd never known that he could feel this way. Everything just felt okay. Hell, he didn't even mind his dreams about Draco Malfoy. The boy didn't even seem so bad. Everyone just seemed friendlier.

"Onyx, are you even listening to me?" Vic snapped at him.

"Nope."

"Dear lord."

"I know it's great, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"Everything!"

"Yeeeee-ah. No more for you today." Vic said.

"Well fuck you."

"Tempting, but I'd prefer your date."

"Ha! You would!" Harry exclaimed.

The two spent the better part of an hour sitting on a couch and insulting each other.

xXx

Mwa-ha-ha! The dance is next! I'd better get some reviews; cuz that last one was like four pages. And don't yell at me because of the drugs! Please! If you wanna guess what they are, email me and I'll tell you if you're right. My email is: silvervampbaby at yahoo

P.S. I know that the "they make your ass look fabulous" is very Ellen D. I just thought it fit.

Tanx!

-Silvervampbaby