Ron and Harry were sitting by the lake. Hermione was still not talking to Ron, but Harry was curious about these wizard drugs he had never heard of before.

"So, you've tried them, then?"

"Yeah," Ron said gloomily, "and they haven't scraped ME off the ceiling yet, no matter what Hermione says."

"Oh. Umm... so what are they like?"

"Well, most of them are just the usual, you know, heightened reality stuff - whatever you feel, you feel MORE of it. Most people use them when they're having sex or something- oh, sorry," he added as Harry winced, remembering his painful advances towards Cho last week - thank god she was away for the holidays! "Well, anyway, the drawback is, if you feel like shit, you REALLY feel like shit. But Magic Mushrooms are different. They're new."

"Magic mushrooms? Aren't they a muggle drug?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Nah, these are different Magic Mushrooms. They're really magic, for one thing! See, they sort of take you to this other place; it's kind of like the realm of your imagination, only you're actually THERE, not just imagining it like with muggle hallucinogens."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

There was a rustling in the bushes and Hermione appeared. "Ron, I have to talk to you. You can't take these things, no matter what! You know the dangers! Please! Ron, I don't want to lose you!"

"Aw come on Hermione! Nothing's going to happen to me!"

"It isn't worth it!"

"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it!"