Chapter 2: Experimenting

A/N Now that he has the plant..... what does he DO with it?? Mwa ha ha ha ha... if u wanna know,
keep reading!!!!!!!!

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Harry was back in the common room, working on his potions homework. He didn't
feel so lightheaded anymore, in fact, he'd almost forgotten the episode in Herbology. But not
quite.

"Hey guys, I'm heading up to bed," he said to Ron and Hermione, yawning and strething.
His friends nodded and continued..... (Author: *thinks* Now what are they doing? Hmm... I'll give
all of the R/H shippers a chance...)...... having fun. Harry climbed up the stairs and into the first
year dormitory and flopped down on his bed. A strange leaf fell out of his pocket, so he bent
over to pick it up.

*Hmm... what's this?* he thought. He sniffed it. *It smells good,* he thought. He looked
at the leaf for a moment, then tentatively licked it. *It tastes like......... h a p p y n e s s...* he
observed. He stuck the end of the rolled-up leaf in his mouth. Then, what happened next was
very fast.

Harry's wand was on his end table, point facing him. Suddenly, Neville crashed into the
door and started hopping around the room.

"Whoa, what's your problem, dude?" Harry questioned. (Remember, he licked it.)

"Trevor...... escaped...... Malfoy....... leg locker...... curse...... OW!" Neville swore. His
crazy hopping had driven him right into Harry's end table, causing Harry's wand to go beserk
and start shooting flames everywhere. Neville screamed as his robes caught on fire. The door
banged open again.

"WHAT THE ---- IS GOING ON HERE? HOLY ----!!!!!" shouted Dean Thomas. He whipped
out his own wand and shot water at the burning chaos. He then performed the countercurse
for Neville and repaired the, erm, victims of Neville's clumsiness. He and Seamus then helped
Neville get a hold of himeself (Ron was still busy downstairs) and left Harry all alone with the
wet leaf still in his mouth.

The wet leaf that was smoking at the tip.

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A/N Welp, we got poor old Harry Pothead hooked! IT'S ALL NEVILLE'S FAULT! DIE, NEVILLE, DIE!
Of course, who's the idiot with the leaf in his mouth in the first place????? Oh well, now that
Harry's addicted...... let's see what happens!!! MWA HA HA HA HA!!! Oh, hell, I can't wait til the
next chapter, let's just get on with it NOW.....

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MORE of Chapter 2: Experiments

"Harry! You've just won the Quidditch World Cup! What are you gonna do now?" shouted
one of the Weasley twins.

"I'm-a going to Happyland!" Harry shouted right back. The world got all swirly and
pink, and Harry Pothead felt himself spinning through the air... spinning... spinning...

He landed in a huge bathtub that looked strangley like the Hogwarts Prefect bathroom,
but it had disco lights and lava lamps lining the walls. He was surrounded by girls... Cho Chang,
Hermione, Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, Queen Amidala, Jennifer Lopez... just to name a few... and
they were------

"POTTER!!!!! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!?!?" hollered a
familiar voice.

"Huh?" Harry's head was swimming. Everything was swirling in pretty colors... then the
colors darkened, sharpened, took shape...... "AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!" Harry screamed, and
fell to the dungeon floor. "YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!" he yelled, and slapped Snape full in
the face. He'd "woken up", apparently in Potions class, wrapped around his least favorite professor.

"POTTER! DETENTION! TWO HUNDRED POINTS OFF GRYFFINDOR! TWO HUNDRED FIFTY
POINTS OFF GRRYFINDOR! TEN POINTS OFF YOUR FINAL AVERAGE! ANOTHER DETENTION! NO
WANDS FOR A DAY! I'LL BE SEEING DUMBLEDORE ABOUT THIS, YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT, AND
WHAT THE HELL GAVE YOU THE DERANGED IDEA TO KISS ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Snape
thundered, spitting on the stone floor.

"I WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?" Harry bellowed, rattling the icky looking jars on the
ceiling. "EWWWWWW!!!!! YEEEEEECH!!!!! BLEAAAAAAARGH!!!!! DISGUSTING! I'D NEVER DO SUCH A
THING!!!!!!!!" Harry's eyes were blazing. Had his Potions teacher gone mad?

"Oh believe me Potter, I WISH you hadn't done it!" Snape hissed. "Yech! Didn't those
Mudbloods ever teach you how to brush your teeth?"

Harry actually had tears in his eyes. He stormed out of the classroom amid the stunned
looks of the first year Gryffindors and Slytherins. He ran up to the Fat Lady, huffed the password,
and threw himself onto the couch.

*Mad. Insane. All of them. I would NEVER......!* Harry fumed. He needed something
to calm him down... fast...

There were four leaves left on the strange plant. Harry rolled up another one, lit it
with his wand, and started puffing like there was no tomorrow.

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A/N Awwwwww, poor Harry...... If the commercials won't keep you off drugs, this fic sure will! I
mean, he kissed SNAPE for cryin out loud!!!!!!!!! That is like SOOOOOO wrong! *grins evilly* Well,
review, so I can shut up and type chapter 3!