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Drug Key (there will be one of these lists at every chapter using 'drug slang')
X = ecstasy, MDMA
Nit = Nitrous, Hippie Crack
Tuesday morning he was back to normal, as normal as he could get any way. He could even eat chocolate if he wanted to, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly in a half smile at the thought. That girl had been on his mind ever since she left him. He'd expected her to come back and see him again like she'd done the first time, but she never came, to his disappointment.
But what was the use, he wasn't even hungry for the damn food. Draco was 'artistically' making a face out of his uneaten breakfast.
"Why Draco that's so…very…life like."
"Oh shut up."
Cassy gave a high pitched laugh. Draco winced slightly.
She sat down next to him wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We haven't seen you all weekend baby, were have you been?"
"Around." He answered coolly. He didn't have any patience for her right now, nor was he in the mood.
She tried to make her voice more seductive while running her hand up and down his back, "I missed you last night…"
Draco tied not to growl at her, and kept his manners in check while shrugging off the unwanted attention. "If you'll excuse me I have classes to get to."
"But, classes don't start for another half hour."
He was already standing, looking down at her, "So?"
Leaving the great hall he supposed he could just wander around for a while, there wasn't really anything to occupy his time and it was to close to class time to get drunk or high. Yes, wandering would have to do. He was about to set off on a solitary walk when he heard some one call his name.
He turned around to yell at who ever it was but stopped him self as he saw Greg jog up to him. He gave a slight smile, Draco too gave a slight smile. No greeting necessary, he's known Greg since they were in diapers. Was one of his first drug partners. And probably would always be around.
"You carrying anything?" his friend asked quietly.
Draco replied in the same hushed tone, "No, not yet. I need to stop by the club, probably will later on tonight. But I used what I had last weekend."
"I got something new, come on we have time." Draco was about to protest but Goyle beat him to it, "Besides it's potions next, we won't even have to pay attention."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"It's called Nit. I got it last night from Brandon. My arms were sore from all those muscle shots, so I asked for some X, but he was out and I didn't have my own. So he gave me these instead" Gregory reached into his robe pocket with his right hand and brought out what looked like little metal vials, although the ends were closed off and had little knobs. Draco thought they looked like little scuba gear tanks. He held about 7 in his hand, and had more in his pocket.
"He even let me borrow equipment for it."
"Equipment?" Draco raised and eyebrow, " What do you have to do exactly?"
"Just inhale. Come on I'll show you." The two friends walked to an empty classroom near the potions lab. Draco sat on a desk, childishly swinging his legs waiting to see what this new find was.
Greg placed all the little metal vials on the desk next to him, they started to roll around so Draco helped steady them. First he pulled two pieces of metal out of his left pocket. They were very small, hollow, and looked to be pieces you would find on some type of machine. He supposed they both screwed together because there was rings on one of them and the other looked slightly larger so it could slip over the rings and be secured. The piece with the rings opposite end was flared slightly, and the other piece looked like a plain cylinder although one end was closed off and only had a very small hole.
And something else unrecognizable came from his pocket.
"What's that?" Draco had never seen any of this before, but that one thing puzzled him. He picked it up and it felt like rubber, 'Odd, is it some kind of a toy?' He thought.
"It's a balloon, only muggles have them."
He dropped it immediately, "/Muggles/? Is this a /muggle/ drug?"
Goyle knew he hated anything to do with muggles, but then again he never heard him complain when he was shooting up with their drugs.
"Trust me, just try it and you'll love it." He laughed a bit at his own joke, of course he would love it, it's extremely addictive. "Watch, so you know how to do it. I can't be cracking these open for you."
Draco watched attentively.
He took one of the little metal vials and put the knobbed end in the cylinder half of the flared piece of metal. And he was right in his assumptions, they did screw together over the vials to make one piece. Next he picked up the balloon, and there was a reason for the flared end, as the balloons opening attached onto it. The one end was flared so the muggle plastic would stay put.
"This little vial will get you about 3 lungs worth, but the high doesn't last long, so I spelled them. New and improved for your druggie pleasure." He gave him a wide toothy grin.
"Ha ha, very funny."
"Just remember to breathe between hits, ok?"
"Got it."
It only took the drug a few seconds to work unlike the others, which you either have to ingest or wait till it gets into your system. But this…was different. Nothing was quite like this. First he started to feel numb in patches of his body, but his mind was on a bit of a psychedelic trip, and he didn't know where he was, let alone why he couldn't feel his right arm. For a few minutes he just sat there poking himself thinking 'aren't I suppose to feel something?' and 'Is my body numb? Or is it just my finger that's numb…?'
The class bell rang, and some where in the back of his mind he knew they were late for class. But then he felt another patch of flesh going numb, and he was still trying to figure out these damned numb spots, and if he couldn't feel them because it was just his fingers that were numb. Draco thought a minute. Make that, his hand that was numb. He began to poke his thigh.
Some how they both made it to class a little while later.
*
Harry Potter sat in the last seat on the end of the potions table, next to Ron, copying down ingredients from the age-old chalkboard. But he was interrupted 20 minutes into class by Draco Malfoy and Gregory Goyle stumbling into the room, literally. Snape of course ignored them, only looking up to see whom it was, then going back to his book.
'Damned Slytherins.'
But something was up, he wasn't kidding when he said stumbling into class. So far they both had tripped once or twice on their way to their seats, and started giggling. Giggling, now there was something wrong with that in its self. Harry stopped his schoolwork to observe this odd happening. Yes it seemed Malfoy was leaning slightly on Goyle, as if he couldn't keep balance. They both fell into their seats with a thud, resulting in more giggling.
'What the fuck is wrong with them?'
He went back to his work, hoping no one saw him starring, although who could blame him? But not even 5 minutes later he heard Draco snickering, or at least trying not to laugh. Goyle too could be heard. He looked up again, and what he saw made him blink, several times in fact.
Draco Malfoy was hunched over the table like he was protecting his right arm. And every few seconds he would poke his forearm and try not to laugh, key word being 'try'. Goyle also found this to amusing, laughing also. After a moment they both obviously couldn't contain them selves any more and stated laughing uncontrollably.
At this point even Snape was starring at them. They, some how, were oblivious to the entire class.
"Mr.Malfoy! You will stop your laughter immediately!" Harry figured Snape though if Draco stopped laughing so would his shadow Goyle. But they didn't. Snape yelled for a few more minutes, but this only made them laugh harder, now pointing at him. He swore he heard the words "grease ball" amongst the laughter.
"THAT IS IT! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT!" He scribbled something across some pieces of paper, and handed them both a note before saying, "Go straight to the infirmary. GO! NOW!"
And they did.
Grabbing their bags, they both stumbled out of the classroom, wiping away at tears from laughing so. They could still be heard down the hall so Snape rushed to the door and slammed it shut then calmly walked back to his desk. Most the class had grins on their faces right about now, it was a rare scene indeed. Ron let out a small, barely audible, chuckle under his breath.
"Weasley! 20 points from Gryffondor, and detention tonight! For disrupting my class!"
'Fuck'
*
Ginny loved working at her new job. Her family wasn't /that/ poor really, I mean they've always had food on the table and the Weasley children always attended Hogwarts. But she never had any pocket money for little things a girl her age would want. Her responsibilities were to run the infirmary while Madame P. was out. Signing in and out students, getting simple remedies for the less severe cases, and assigning beds. It was actually quiet most of the time, and a way to make easy money, as she loved helping out.
Right now she was arranging various bottles in the medicine cabinet. Most of the labels weren't even written in English, so this also helped her brush up on her Latin. Lifting the brown glass bottles over her head she slowly slid each one in its appropriate place.
She was about to close the cabinet doors when she heard something in one of the other rooms' crash. Then another item broke this time sounding like glass.
"What on earth…?"
(A/N): sorry for this not being very long, only 4 pages. But I don't know...it seemed diffrent. The other chapters i felt flowed...but this one just /wouldn't/! grrrr...
Make me happy please, and review.
-Wind and Ashes
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Drug Key (there will be one of these lists at every chapter using 'drug slang')
X = ecstasy, MDMA
Nit = Nitrous, Hippie Crack
Tuesday morning he was back to normal, as normal as he could get any way. He could even eat chocolate if he wanted to, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly in a half smile at the thought. That girl had been on his mind ever since she left him. He'd expected her to come back and see him again like she'd done the first time, but she never came, to his disappointment.
But what was the use, he wasn't even hungry for the damn food. Draco was 'artistically' making a face out of his uneaten breakfast.
"Why Draco that's so…very…life like."
"Oh shut up."
Cassy gave a high pitched laugh. Draco winced slightly.
She sat down next to him wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We haven't seen you all weekend baby, were have you been?"
"Around." He answered coolly. He didn't have any patience for her right now, nor was he in the mood.
She tried to make her voice more seductive while running her hand up and down his back, "I missed you last night…"
Draco tied not to growl at her, and kept his manners in check while shrugging off the unwanted attention. "If you'll excuse me I have classes to get to."
"But, classes don't start for another half hour."
He was already standing, looking down at her, "So?"
Leaving the great hall he supposed he could just wander around for a while, there wasn't really anything to occupy his time and it was to close to class time to get drunk or high. Yes, wandering would have to do. He was about to set off on a solitary walk when he heard some one call his name.
He turned around to yell at who ever it was but stopped him self as he saw Greg jog up to him. He gave a slight smile, Draco too gave a slight smile. No greeting necessary, he's known Greg since they were in diapers. Was one of his first drug partners. And probably would always be around.
"You carrying anything?" his friend asked quietly.
Draco replied in the same hushed tone, "No, not yet. I need to stop by the club, probably will later on tonight. But I used what I had last weekend."
"I got something new, come on we have time." Draco was about to protest but Goyle beat him to it, "Besides it's potions next, we won't even have to pay attention."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"It's called Nit. I got it last night from Brandon. My arms were sore from all those muscle shots, so I asked for some X, but he was out and I didn't have my own. So he gave me these instead" Gregory reached into his robe pocket with his right hand and brought out what looked like little metal vials, although the ends were closed off and had little knobs. Draco thought they looked like little scuba gear tanks. He held about 7 in his hand, and had more in his pocket.
"He even let me borrow equipment for it."
"Equipment?" Draco raised and eyebrow, " What do you have to do exactly?"
"Just inhale. Come on I'll show you." The two friends walked to an empty classroom near the potions lab. Draco sat on a desk, childishly swinging his legs waiting to see what this new find was.
Greg placed all the little metal vials on the desk next to him, they started to roll around so Draco helped steady them. First he pulled two pieces of metal out of his left pocket. They were very small, hollow, and looked to be pieces you would find on some type of machine. He supposed they both screwed together because there was rings on one of them and the other looked slightly larger so it could slip over the rings and be secured. The piece with the rings opposite end was flared slightly, and the other piece looked like a plain cylinder although one end was closed off and only had a very small hole.
And something else unrecognizable came from his pocket.
"What's that?" Draco had never seen any of this before, but that one thing puzzled him. He picked it up and it felt like rubber, 'Odd, is it some kind of a toy?' He thought.
"It's a balloon, only muggles have them."
He dropped it immediately, "/Muggles/? Is this a /muggle/ drug?"
Goyle knew he hated anything to do with muggles, but then again he never heard him complain when he was shooting up with their drugs.
"Trust me, just try it and you'll love it." He laughed a bit at his own joke, of course he would love it, it's extremely addictive. "Watch, so you know how to do it. I can't be cracking these open for you."
Draco watched attentively.
He took one of the little metal vials and put the knobbed end in the cylinder half of the flared piece of metal. And he was right in his assumptions, they did screw together over the vials to make one piece. Next he picked up the balloon, and there was a reason for the flared end, as the balloons opening attached onto it. The one end was flared so the muggle plastic would stay put.
"This little vial will get you about 3 lungs worth, but the high doesn't last long, so I spelled them. New and improved for your druggie pleasure." He gave him a wide toothy grin.
"Ha ha, very funny."
"Just remember to breathe between hits, ok?"
"Got it."
It only took the drug a few seconds to work unlike the others, which you either have to ingest or wait till it gets into your system. But this…was different. Nothing was quite like this. First he started to feel numb in patches of his body, but his mind was on a bit of a psychedelic trip, and he didn't know where he was, let alone why he couldn't feel his right arm. For a few minutes he just sat there poking himself thinking 'aren't I suppose to feel something?' and 'Is my body numb? Or is it just my finger that's numb…?'
The class bell rang, and some where in the back of his mind he knew they were late for class. But then he felt another patch of flesh going numb, and he was still trying to figure out these damned numb spots, and if he couldn't feel them because it was just his fingers that were numb. Draco thought a minute. Make that, his hand that was numb. He began to poke his thigh.
Some how they both made it to class a little while later.
*
Harry Potter sat in the last seat on the end of the potions table, next to Ron, copying down ingredients from the age-old chalkboard. But he was interrupted 20 minutes into class by Draco Malfoy and Gregory Goyle stumbling into the room, literally. Snape of course ignored them, only looking up to see whom it was, then going back to his book.
'Damned Slytherins.'
But something was up, he wasn't kidding when he said stumbling into class. So far they both had tripped once or twice on their way to their seats, and started giggling. Giggling, now there was something wrong with that in its self. Harry stopped his schoolwork to observe this odd happening. Yes it seemed Malfoy was leaning slightly on Goyle, as if he couldn't keep balance. They both fell into their seats with a thud, resulting in more giggling.
'What the fuck is wrong with them?'
He went back to his work, hoping no one saw him starring, although who could blame him? But not even 5 minutes later he heard Draco snickering, or at least trying not to laugh. Goyle too could be heard. He looked up again, and what he saw made him blink, several times in fact.
Draco Malfoy was hunched over the table like he was protecting his right arm. And every few seconds he would poke his forearm and try not to laugh, key word being 'try'. Goyle also found this to amusing, laughing also. After a moment they both obviously couldn't contain them selves any more and stated laughing uncontrollably.
At this point even Snape was starring at them. They, some how, were oblivious to the entire class.
"Mr.Malfoy! You will stop your laughter immediately!" Harry figured Snape though if Draco stopped laughing so would his shadow Goyle. But they didn't. Snape yelled for a few more minutes, but this only made them laugh harder, now pointing at him. He swore he heard the words "grease ball" amongst the laughter.
"THAT IS IT! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT!" He scribbled something across some pieces of paper, and handed them both a note before saying, "Go straight to the infirmary. GO! NOW!"
And they did.
Grabbing their bags, they both stumbled out of the classroom, wiping away at tears from laughing so. They could still be heard down the hall so Snape rushed to the door and slammed it shut then calmly walked back to his desk. Most the class had grins on their faces right about now, it was a rare scene indeed. Ron let out a small, barely audible, chuckle under his breath.
"Weasley! 20 points from Gryffondor, and detention tonight! For disrupting my class!"
'Fuck'
*
Ginny loved working at her new job. Her family wasn't /that/ poor really, I mean they've always had food on the table and the Weasley children always attended Hogwarts. But she never had any pocket money for little things a girl her age would want. Her responsibilities were to run the infirmary while Madame P. was out. Signing in and out students, getting simple remedies for the less severe cases, and assigning beds. It was actually quiet most of the time, and a way to make easy money, as she loved helping out.
Right now she was arranging various bottles in the medicine cabinet. Most of the labels weren't even written in English, so this also helped her brush up on her Latin. Lifting the brown glass bottles over her head she slowly slid each one in its appropriate place.
She was about to close the cabinet doors when she heard something in one of the other rooms' crash. Then another item broke this time sounding like glass.
"What on earth…?"
(A/N): sorry for this not being very long, only 4 pages. But I don't know...it seemed diffrent. The other chapters i felt flowed...but this one just /wouldn't/! grrrr...
Make me happy please, and review.
-Wind and Ashes
.