A/N this has some pretty icky drug scenes in it. If you've ever seen Pulp
Fiction you'll know what I mean. But if you're under age or whatever, or
if you just have a weak stomach, you may want to not read. (not that
they're really that graphic anyway.)
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Hermione woke up, and first thing she did was stumble to the toilet, and kneel before it, spitting and coughing the contents of yesterday's breakfast lunch and dinner into the toilet. She ignored the steam that billowed around the room, after all, she had her back to the shower. She gripped the toilet seat with pale thin hands. When she was low enough to think rationally, she realised she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. Her stomach muscles again clenched, and she rose up and arched her back, trying to hold her hair away from her sweating face.
The shower stopped. She distantly heard the curtain being pulled back, and water dripping. But she was otherwise occupied.
"Good morning Hermione." Cole said coldly. He hadn't been really talking to her since she had yelled at him a week ago. Since then she had been up and down like a yo-yo - up on meth, down on heroine. Oh, what a life she led.
"Cole." She coughed out. She was sick of this. She did this every morning, and not always at convenient times like 8.30 am. "Cole, I'm sorry." Disgusting tasting puke interrupted her speech. "I didn't mean it." Her back arched painfully, and her stomach muscles spasmed. "I need your help. If you'll help me." She coughed, spat, and groaned to herself, closing her eyes to prevent helpless tears running down her face.
How had she managed to get herself in this much crap? She had gone from straight A student to heavy duty druggie. And to put it frankly, it stank. She groaned again, quieter. She had got herself into this mess, and if Cole wasn't going to help her, she was damned if she was going to whine and moan like a child about it.
A strong arm wrapped around her stomach, which only caused it to seize up again. He had pulled some trousers on, but his bare chest was still damp, and Hermione could feel it through the thin cotton top she wore with the loose cotton trousers. He pulled all her hair back from her face and murmured comfortingly in her ear in French.
When her retching had finally finished, Cole let go of her and grabbed a cup of water, and handed it to her. Hermione swished her mouth out and spat. She turned her face away and flushed the toilet. "Did you mean it?" Cole asked.
"Course I meant it. I'm tired of running to throw up every morning, and I'm tired of being a slave to a drug. You're the only one I know who actually cares." Cole nodded slightly.
"It isn't going to be easy," he warned.
"Since when has my life been easy?" Hermione shot back. Cole grinned, and Hermione found herself smiling too.
*&*
Hermione wasn't smiling anymore. Her hands were shaking so much she could barely write, although the teachers seemed to be more proud of her than annoyed. She couldn't concentrate, and she was getting crap from just about everyone who knew she was coming off drugs.
She rather haphazardly traced the entrance symbol on the door for the third time, this time getting it close enough that the door would let her in, and collapsed on the couch, closing her eyes. Her mind was whirling, and she had a major headache. She also really wanted heroin; so much it was a physical itch where the needle entered.
She was scratching for what must have been a full five minutes before her hand was enveloped in someone else's cold hand, and she opened her eyes to see Cole leaning over her. Her arm was scratched raw and bleeding.
"Stop it, Hermione."
"It itches!" She whined.
"I know love. Come on, I'll give you some more." Hermione sat up eagerly and watched as Cole put a ridiculous amount of the drug in a syringe. He shot it into Hermione's other arm and she smiled at him.
"Thank you. I feel much better." Cole rolled his eyes.
"You are seventeen, Hermione. Stop acting like you're five."
"But its so much-" Cole cut her off by covering her mouth with his hand.
"Whatever. Hermione, you've got just over a month before you go back to school. We have to get you safe by then."
"Just over a month?" Hermione asked incredulously. It had gone a lot faster than expected.
"That's it. Why do you think I let you sit there and shake when I could stop it? I don't like doing it, you know."
"Really? I thought you got a kind of perverted joy out of making me suffer." Hermione said cheerfully.
"Hmph."
*&*
Hermione was definitely smiling now. She had been clear for two days. She felt a lot stronger for the absence of the drug, although the addictive itch tickled at the back of her mind, where she had shoved it that morning.
She strode down the corridor to the Hospital Bay, her 3 inch heels clicking on the flagged floor. She was completely comfortable with the uniform now, the tiny skirt which Cole had shortened (she had nearly punched him), the knee high 3 inch heeled boots, the nearly see through white shirt with the short tie and baggy jumper. Her hair was down, as usual, though shorter, only just reaching to her shoulders, because Cole had set the bottom half on fire when she had very kindly let him practise charms on her. Needless to say, that particular charm went wrong.
She knocked on the door, and listened for Madame Rose's answer. When she got it, she pushed open the door and walked in. Madame Rose, or just Rose to most of the students, looked up.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Hi Rose. How are you?"
"I'm alright, thank you. Is there anything I can help you with?" Hermione slid into a chair in front of the desk.
"Actually, yes. I bet you have to do a lot of work of students that overdose, right?"
"And unhealthy amount." Rose sniffed. "Is it true you're coming off?"
"Clear for two days." Hermione said proudly. "Could you teach me how to deal with overdoses?"
"What, like ."
"Adrenaline shots?" She asked quietly. Rose nodded.
"Yes. There are other methods, of course. Purging and others, but that one is the one that needs most instruction." Hermione nodded. "It is also, unfortunately, the one I have to use most often." Rose stood, and her dark blue robes swirled around her.
"I'll teach you, simply because you are the first student in this wretched school that seems to care." Rose exclaimed harshly. Her face softened.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. But it bothers me that the students drug themselves into ruin and the other teachers do nothing."
"Have you talked to Madame Maxime?" Hermione asked.
"She doesn't care." Rose said bitterly. "Unless it's for the Triwizard or something like that." Hermione nodded.
"You ready?" Rose asked. Hermione shook her head. Rose smiled anyway. "Come on Hermione." Hermione raised the needle and looked down at the rough X on Joel's bare chest. Hermione closed her eyes for a second, then counted to three.
"Three!" Hermione plunged the needle into Joel's chest, emptying the adrenaline into his heart. He jerked, and Cole gripped Joel's arms tighter. Rose had a hold on Joel's legs, and Hermione rose onto her knees from Joel's stomach, which she had been straddling so she could do the injection properly.
This was the fourth Shot this week - it seemed the school was endeavouring to give her lots of practise.
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Hermione POV
I stood up, smoothing my tiny skirt and tucking my hair behind my ear and stepping to the side of Joel. He was still spasming, but then he suddenly stilled. I fell to my knees before his prone form with a small cry, and felt for a pulse. It was still there steady and strong. I allowed herself a smile. "He's steady." Rose smiled at me, but Cole got up and hugged me.
I felt like crying. I always did after a Shot, and when we got back to the common room Cole would hold me and I'd cry and mutter to myself about how that could have been me. It happened every time, but afterward I felt calm and centred, and Cole would let go of me and joke about how it wasn't as hard as I made it out to be. Then I'd hit him and go have a shower, listening to him cackle hysterically.
We got on pretty well, and I know I was lucky to have him there. I don't know what I would do if he hadn't been. Actually, I think I do. And it isn't a nice thought.
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Another chappie! I'm so proud of myself. I know I seem like a horrible person at the moment, but it might get better. Keep reading and reviewing and I'll tell you how!
Thank you to aCharmedOne, who prompted me to update. Keep reading and you'll see what's going on. I'm very glad you reviewed because I was beginning to consider abandoning it because it didn't seem like anyone was reading it, or if they were, that they didn't like it. So thank you!
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Hermione woke up, and first thing she did was stumble to the toilet, and kneel before it, spitting and coughing the contents of yesterday's breakfast lunch and dinner into the toilet. She ignored the steam that billowed around the room, after all, she had her back to the shower. She gripped the toilet seat with pale thin hands. When she was low enough to think rationally, she realised she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. Her stomach muscles again clenched, and she rose up and arched her back, trying to hold her hair away from her sweating face.
The shower stopped. She distantly heard the curtain being pulled back, and water dripping. But she was otherwise occupied.
"Good morning Hermione." Cole said coldly. He hadn't been really talking to her since she had yelled at him a week ago. Since then she had been up and down like a yo-yo - up on meth, down on heroine. Oh, what a life she led.
"Cole." She coughed out. She was sick of this. She did this every morning, and not always at convenient times like 8.30 am. "Cole, I'm sorry." Disgusting tasting puke interrupted her speech. "I didn't mean it." Her back arched painfully, and her stomach muscles spasmed. "I need your help. If you'll help me." She coughed, spat, and groaned to herself, closing her eyes to prevent helpless tears running down her face.
How had she managed to get herself in this much crap? She had gone from straight A student to heavy duty druggie. And to put it frankly, it stank. She groaned again, quieter. She had got herself into this mess, and if Cole wasn't going to help her, she was damned if she was going to whine and moan like a child about it.
A strong arm wrapped around her stomach, which only caused it to seize up again. He had pulled some trousers on, but his bare chest was still damp, and Hermione could feel it through the thin cotton top she wore with the loose cotton trousers. He pulled all her hair back from her face and murmured comfortingly in her ear in French.
When her retching had finally finished, Cole let go of her and grabbed a cup of water, and handed it to her. Hermione swished her mouth out and spat. She turned her face away and flushed the toilet. "Did you mean it?" Cole asked.
"Course I meant it. I'm tired of running to throw up every morning, and I'm tired of being a slave to a drug. You're the only one I know who actually cares." Cole nodded slightly.
"It isn't going to be easy," he warned.
"Since when has my life been easy?" Hermione shot back. Cole grinned, and Hermione found herself smiling too.
*&*
Hermione wasn't smiling anymore. Her hands were shaking so much she could barely write, although the teachers seemed to be more proud of her than annoyed. She couldn't concentrate, and she was getting crap from just about everyone who knew she was coming off drugs.
She rather haphazardly traced the entrance symbol on the door for the third time, this time getting it close enough that the door would let her in, and collapsed on the couch, closing her eyes. Her mind was whirling, and she had a major headache. She also really wanted heroin; so much it was a physical itch where the needle entered.
She was scratching for what must have been a full five minutes before her hand was enveloped in someone else's cold hand, and she opened her eyes to see Cole leaning over her. Her arm was scratched raw and bleeding.
"Stop it, Hermione."
"It itches!" She whined.
"I know love. Come on, I'll give you some more." Hermione sat up eagerly and watched as Cole put a ridiculous amount of the drug in a syringe. He shot it into Hermione's other arm and she smiled at him.
"Thank you. I feel much better." Cole rolled his eyes.
"You are seventeen, Hermione. Stop acting like you're five."
"But its so much-" Cole cut her off by covering her mouth with his hand.
"Whatever. Hermione, you've got just over a month before you go back to school. We have to get you safe by then."
"Just over a month?" Hermione asked incredulously. It had gone a lot faster than expected.
"That's it. Why do you think I let you sit there and shake when I could stop it? I don't like doing it, you know."
"Really? I thought you got a kind of perverted joy out of making me suffer." Hermione said cheerfully.
"Hmph."
*&*
Hermione was definitely smiling now. She had been clear for two days. She felt a lot stronger for the absence of the drug, although the addictive itch tickled at the back of her mind, where she had shoved it that morning.
She strode down the corridor to the Hospital Bay, her 3 inch heels clicking on the flagged floor. She was completely comfortable with the uniform now, the tiny skirt which Cole had shortened (she had nearly punched him), the knee high 3 inch heeled boots, the nearly see through white shirt with the short tie and baggy jumper. Her hair was down, as usual, though shorter, only just reaching to her shoulders, because Cole had set the bottom half on fire when she had very kindly let him practise charms on her. Needless to say, that particular charm went wrong.
She knocked on the door, and listened for Madame Rose's answer. When she got it, she pushed open the door and walked in. Madame Rose, or just Rose to most of the students, looked up.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Hi Rose. How are you?"
"I'm alright, thank you. Is there anything I can help you with?" Hermione slid into a chair in front of the desk.
"Actually, yes. I bet you have to do a lot of work of students that overdose, right?"
"And unhealthy amount." Rose sniffed. "Is it true you're coming off?"
"Clear for two days." Hermione said proudly. "Could you teach me how to deal with overdoses?"
"What, like ."
"Adrenaline shots?" She asked quietly. Rose nodded.
"Yes. There are other methods, of course. Purging and others, but that one is the one that needs most instruction." Hermione nodded. "It is also, unfortunately, the one I have to use most often." Rose stood, and her dark blue robes swirled around her.
"I'll teach you, simply because you are the first student in this wretched school that seems to care." Rose exclaimed harshly. Her face softened.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. But it bothers me that the students drug themselves into ruin and the other teachers do nothing."
"Have you talked to Madame Maxime?" Hermione asked.
"She doesn't care." Rose said bitterly. "Unless it's for the Triwizard or something like that." Hermione nodded.
"You ready?" Rose asked. Hermione shook her head. Rose smiled anyway. "Come on Hermione." Hermione raised the needle and looked down at the rough X on Joel's bare chest. Hermione closed her eyes for a second, then counted to three.
"Three!" Hermione plunged the needle into Joel's chest, emptying the adrenaline into his heart. He jerked, and Cole gripped Joel's arms tighter. Rose had a hold on Joel's legs, and Hermione rose onto her knees from Joel's stomach, which she had been straddling so she could do the injection properly.
This was the fourth Shot this week - it seemed the school was endeavouring to give her lots of practise.
*&*
Hermione POV
I stood up, smoothing my tiny skirt and tucking my hair behind my ear and stepping to the side of Joel. He was still spasming, but then he suddenly stilled. I fell to my knees before his prone form with a small cry, and felt for a pulse. It was still there steady and strong. I allowed herself a smile. "He's steady." Rose smiled at me, but Cole got up and hugged me.
I felt like crying. I always did after a Shot, and when we got back to the common room Cole would hold me and I'd cry and mutter to myself about how that could have been me. It happened every time, but afterward I felt calm and centred, and Cole would let go of me and joke about how it wasn't as hard as I made it out to be. Then I'd hit him and go have a shower, listening to him cackle hysterically.
We got on pretty well, and I know I was lucky to have him there. I don't know what I would do if he hadn't been. Actually, I think I do. And it isn't a nice thought.
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Another chappie! I'm so proud of myself. I know I seem like a horrible person at the moment, but it might get better. Keep reading and reviewing and I'll tell you how!
Thank you to aCharmedOne, who prompted me to update. Keep reading and you'll see what's going on. I'm very glad you reviewed because I was beginning to consider abandoning it because it didn't seem like anyone was reading it, or if they were, that they didn't like it. So thank you!