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(A/N): Well, I thought I was totally stuck on this story. But then I up loaded some Arabian-Techno Music on Kazaa…and *wow* I got inspired ^_^ kind of odd really…
thank yous go to: Luinthoron and little notes for all of you as well.
Nicole: Hee, hee, hee. So are you a Wind and Ashes junkie now? Good…good…*looks evil* lol No, but really, thank you for reviewing and such it's always nice to hear how much my writings are liked :D
supergal88: *raises eyebrow* originality? *bursts out laughing* oh hun, this has been done twice over dead, I just think you cannot be a "true" HP Writer until you have 1) Written a smut fic 2) Written a useless romantic fluff fic 3) Written a cutting/druggie/eating-disorder fic, one of each if encouraged. I'm almost there, too. And thanks for the compliments, I appreciate every one of them!
girlgoneinsane: I feel needed!!!! Lol, thanks for the review it makes me feel special that I actually got four reviews instead of my usual 3 p
Riauna: Oh cool, another person from out of the woodwork, eh? Thank you much for reviewing, it lets me know all yall read this thing. Oh yeah, change my usual three to 5 now (*Dimi wears a happy cat grin*)
Key
Pot: marijuana (Mair-Ah-Wah-Nah), reefers, herb, mary jane, j, pot, mj (...although I refrain from saying this as it tends to atract Micheal Jackson fans...)
Shotgunning/A Shotgun; not a drug, a term: Where some one inhales the smoke first and then passes it onto some one else. It isn't as strong as if one would inhale right from the source because it's already been filtered. That is why many people get shotguns on thier first and second tries.
"No." The word came slowly to her and rolled off her tongue.
"Huh?" he sounded genuinely surprised.
"I said /no/."
Ginny bowed her head, almost feeling shame or guilt for some reason. But in the back of her mind she just /knew/ she could not do this now. It was just a feeling, but a strong feeling at that. Nervously Gin started to play with the hem of her skirt. She didn't bring her jumper or wore a tie so he wouldn't see her house colors. And she like him hadn't brought a robe either.
"I just can't…I can't do that because…"
Draco looked as if he was trying not to smile. "Because…? Come on, it's ok, people do it all the time."
Ginny's eyebrows drew together, she felt like he wanted her to do this a lot more then he should, desperately almost. 'Why is he pushing this?' she wondered.
"No." she said for a third time "I don't think I will." She'd lost her nerve to do anything, now.
Virginia started to stand but her grabbed her arm gently.
"Hey, come on now. I didn't mean to scare you off. Come sit for a minute." She hesitated so he tugged on her arm softly, and it seemed his voice dropped an octave trying to sooth her "I'm not going to hurt you Virginia, I just want to talk, only for a minute." His voice was also strangely hypnotic to her, she literally wondered if he'd done a spell. But no wand was in his hand. Maybe he just had that effect on her…that kind of control.
Almost against her own will, she sat. It was strange, she knew there was something about him…that unknown connection she'd felt earlier came back to her ten fold. She felt that because he wanted her to stay with him…that she /had/ to. But all thoughts were interrupted when he started to speak again.
"I wasn't trying to force it on you or anything…I just thought you wanted this and it might of taken a bit of encouragement. Just the idea can be a bit…frightening to some people."
She looked up at him, and her eyes almost looked tired. For a second Ginny looked as jaded as him. "Can I trust you Draco? Can I really trust you?"
He leaned in pulling her forward, their eyes met and foreheads touched, and just before he kissed her he breathed, "Yes."
This mysterious connection between them could not be explained in words. That one kiss would be something neither forgot, that neither would /want/ to forget. Since then every time Ginny kissed a boy she would compare it to this, and the details that never grew unclear. She remembered everything in crisp detail. His unsteady breathing, the small moan that came from the back of his throat and his hands that worked their way from her hip to up her torso….everything she remembered and often played back later on.
Draco had now leaned her back onto the sofa, lying slightly on top of her. He loved just this little bit of contact, but had this burning desire for /more/ of her. To be with her, get closer to her, in any way possible. All that was going through his head was 'Fuck every one else in the room, I want her now.' And he would probably of had his way…if it weren't for Harry Potter.
Many kisses later Ginny pushed him back, gasping for breath. She didn't know why she let him kiss her in the first place, or why she responded so desperately…but now that her mind was somewhat clear she knew that this shouldn't be happening.
The name going through her mind wasn't Draco Malfoy…but Harry Potter. Now, she knew it was silly, but couldn't help it. She thought she was in love with The Boy who Lived for so long…she'd only recently come to terms with the fact that is was not love. So she was unsure about how to go about this. This whole thing could be the result of so many situations. Was this some kind of revenge on Harry for ignoring her all this time? (Not on purpose of course…) Or was it trying to get away from the Angel Ginny she was so well known for. And what better way to rid her self of such a reputation than drugs and sex with Draco Malfoy- not to mention doing them both on a couch in front of a bunch of people?
Or, an explanation she did like, did she really feel a connection to him? Something that's been there before she even laid eyes on him. Something… too wonderful for words really.
He was looking at her now, and she was looking at him. Feeling like she should apologize Ginny slowly slid out from under him, scrunching up on the other end of the couch. It was then she noticed the silence in the room, and she looked around for a moment as to see why.
The congregation of people near by had moved to the other side of the room. To give them privacy she supposed. A blush crept up her face, though not as bad as it could have been.
"I'm sorry." It wasn't Ginny who'd spoken, it was him. Draco was now sitting up as well, and looking at her, wondering if he'd just blew the entire chance of something between them just because he got horny all of a sudden. Some times being a guy wasn't al that great…
"I didn't mean to…" she had a look on her face so he rushed ahead hoping he didn't sound desperate nor idiotic. "I mean I /wanted/ to, but I just didn't want to…I wanted to make sure you wanted it to and you kissed back…but honestly, it wasn't /that/ bad was it?" He finished with a harsh sigh. He thought he sounded like a bumbling idiot, something Draco Malfoy was not accustomed to.
'Oh, yes, Draco. That was very articulate. You should write speeches with such intelligent words.' He could have slapped him self…
For a moment Ginny looked scared. But then calmed down as she knew what she could do. Which was thinking, she only needed time now.
"I need time to think about something…everything…..ok?"
He actually wasn't, but decided it didn't really matter what he wanted now. "Sure."
Though at her next words he was very happy he'd agreed. "I can see you again though, can't I?" she asked.
He almost grinned, but instead answered coolly with a nonchalant air to it. "I don't see why not."
"But" he added, "why don't you come back here tonight, around nine or so? You can make your decision then. I'll be here, waiting."
It seemed like a good idea. She had all day to think about what she wanted. Though she wasn't sure if he was talking about him self, or about the drugs.
It was like he could read her thoughts. "We don't have to do anything about the drugs, Virginia. We can start small on something like that. Just a little sample here or there."
Ginny nodded once then stood to leave. She needed to start thinking soon as possible.
With a burst of frustration Ginny threw a pillow across the room suppressing a scream. Then laid back down roughly. This was horrible…absolutely devastating. She'd been thinking for a long time, and all that ran through her head was the kiss they'd shared…how could she resist anything if there was a promise of more time with him to come? She found her mind was running in circles. Drugs and Draco. Drugs can be addictive…but she could just try the ones that aren't. Draco, in a way, was addictive as well. Draco is bad. So are drugs. But are drugs bad because people say they are bad? Is it the same with Draco? No, Draco is most definitely bad…Ginny, at this point, just didn't care…
She hadn't eaten dinner, being as nervous as she was that was probably a good idea. So she'd finally made her mind on what to do, and decided to tell him that night when they'd planned to meet. Ginny had thought about just not showing up, yes that would probably be more comforting to her self. But knew she had to do this. Not only that…but he still didn't know who she was. If anything that is the problem she couldn't get past. So she was going to try a few things. Nothing too strong, or addictive. Definitely nothing too expensive either. And that would be all she asked for…then the only thing she had to do was explain to him about her family. He really didn't need to know actually, but she felt like he would want to…and if he changed his mind after that, and acted as if he'd rather not help her out, then that was fine to. She would then have the decision made for her, and no worries.
Ginny was shaking badly by the time she reached the door. She missed the right brick twice.
Upon entering The Underground she expected every one to stop and stare at her, maybe even start whispering. But they didn't. Actually, not even one person looked up. Fine with her really.
She wandered around looking for any one with blond hair, but didn't see him. Frowning she picked an empty cluster of chairs over near the doors in the back. As she could see every one and not really be in the middle of everything. Less likely to be seen that is. As she waited, observing everything around her she found that there were certain hours in this place when things really got busy. Right now it wasn't that bad. There were a lot of people, and it seemed there were regular girls that lined up by the doors again. But there weren't that many in the crowd, no live music like before, and you could actually see around most the smoke, as it wasn't to thick yet.
"Boo." A deep voice came from behind her and she swore she jumped out of her skin. Now that her heart felt like she ran a marathon she saw who had scared her and slapped him good in the arm. But Draco was laughing to hard to really notice, rubbing the injury absentmindedly.
"You should have seen your face, classic."
"God, you are such a brat!" Se looked at him and saw that he looked happy right now…the fact that his eyes were dilated didn't really register. But if she knew what to connect that symptom with common sense she'd of known he was happy because he'd previously taken a hit of, even to him, an unknown substance.
He smiled and shrugged, "What can I say? It's a gift."
With a certain grace, almost in a lazy-not-caring way he fell into a chair next to hers slightly facing her direction. "So…have you thought about it?"
"Yes, I have…and I think…I want to try it out." He looked simply delighted. "Just a few things though…nothing that could kill me, or that I'd become dependant on, ok?"
"Yeah, sure." He seemed to think something up quickly then say, "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"I know the perfect thing to start you out on."
"…And what would that be?"
Draco was leading her through the many twists and turns of haphazard paths that were set up between groups of chairs and standing people. It seemed more teenagers had come in while they were talking. And Ginny wouldn't help but feel pleasure when he held her hand so they wouldn't get separated.
She could tell him about the Weasley thing tomorrow…
He'd led them to a door. It was at the very back of the room, separated slightly from the bedroom doors on the rounded wall, and instead sat on the same wall as the stage though far from it. It was wider to, and looked to be made of a darker wood than any of the other doors. 'Now, where might this lead?' Ginny thought.
Her silent question was answered when he reached to open the door. Draco turned and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it isn't a bedroom. It's more like…a relaxing room. Before some people were complaining about not having a place just for…relaxing, I guess you could say. And so they added on a separate room."
"Relaxing?" she asked doubtfully.
"Well…more like 'pot smokers only', but I guess that could be called relaxing also."
When they entered the room it looked like just another Hogwarts classroom, except there were many places you could lay down and no desks in sight. Pillows and makeshift beds, where people already lay, were strewn about the room. It seemed as if the people in this room were some where else entirely though.
One girl sat on a pillow, legs crisscrossed, and in her lap where socks. Looking around Ginny saw some people near by didn't have any socks or just had one missing and didn't care because they were distracted by other things. The girl though was folding them repeatedly, and giggling. Soon another person came and sat by her, marveling at these 'wondrous' socks.
While some would rather be alone, others sat in a group. It seemed like they were debating something, though not aggressively. Like an athenaeum discussion. Only…the subject was about how Snape is the antichrist or something of the sort…jabbering about rubbish really.
But the whole atmosphere was very…like Draco had said, relaxed.
"There's a good spot over in the corner." He tugged her arm a bit so she followed. And he was right, in the corner was a bunch of pillows and blankets spread out. Kind of like a nest you could lay in. Draco sat down, and pulled Ginny down as well. She didn't want to lean against the wall so she leaned back against his shoulder and chest instead, he didn't seem to mind.
**Draco then pulled something out of his pocket with his right hand, as his other hand was around her waist, and held it up for her to see. In his hand was two cigarettes, only they looked rolled by hand and not store bought. Ginny was confused, you'd think with as much money as Malfoy had he'd just /buy/ cigarettes. But there was something funny about them, they looked like what every one else was smoking and the smoke in the room smelt weird to. These weren't normal cigarettes…but then what were they?
"They look like cigarettes…but I'm sure they are not." She looked up at him to reassure this observation.
Sure enough he gave a quick nod. "This is marijuana, you smoke it like a cigarette." He pointed to a few people by them who were doing just that. Some weren't holding it with their hands though.
"Draco, what is that they're holding it with?"
"Tweezers. It's so they don't burn their fingers when it gets down to far and makes it easier to hold really. I have a pair to, if you get that far."
"And…what does it do exactly?" She asked.
"Um…" he knew exactly what it did, but she didn't know anything about this really, how was he to explain it? "THC goes from your lungs to your brain and suppresses the neurons. It'll work in the first few seconds of the drag." He knew she really didn't catch a word, even though she nodded slightly as if acknowledging the facts.
"It's harmless really. Just lay back a bit."
Even though he was a very good wizard, Draco enjoyed carrying around lighters instead of using his wand. He guessed it was just because it was what he used first, and you couldn't use your wand over break so he usually had a lighter on him any way.
Ginny did lie back, more into him. With his right hand holding the lighter he lit it, which was in his left hand, then threw the lighter onto the small book ledge next to them. He switched hands and inhaled, just to get it going. Then handed it to her.
"You're going to cough like hell this first time, but it'll get better after that."
Ginny took it between her thumb, middle and forefinger as she'd seen him do. It was slightly awkward holding it, but brought it to her mouth, inhaling deeply. The smoke did make her cough badly. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all. A few people nearby chuckled, muttering "newbie".
Draco leaned down now, moving her hand so he to could have some, he didn't cough though. When he exhaled his eyes closed and she could feel his body relax much more.
But before he could really loose himself he remembered Virginia. "Here lean down a bit." She did laying down now while her head rested on a pillow. It felt comfortable as the pillows behind them where soft, and the blankets beneath them were so thick and cozy she could barely feel the ground.
"What I'm about to do is called a shotgun. Hold it this time, and exhale slowly. Trust me love." He kissed her, careful to hold the *cigarette up so no one would get burned. Then he took another drag and held it for a second leaning down and touching her mouth gently so she would open. She took the hint and Draco, coving the rest of the space between them, touched his lips with hers and exhaled into her mouth.
This time she did hold it and exhaled slowly as he had advised. It was at this time some one had turned off the lights and instead there was something…no, it was still light but it was blinking-- flashing. A few minutes later after kissing and more shotguns Ginny moved her hand in front of her face and giggled as she saw how it moved. It was extremely funny, though she wasn't exactly sure why. Draco, to, laughed a bit. When from some where music came as well Ginny was far beyond relaxed. She'd curled up into Draco's arms, feeling very safe and like everything was /perfect/.
This is what she'd been looking for, searching for, these past years. A place to be, and she knew -here- was where she belonged. She did feel Draco move a bit and then some thing though she wasn't sure what was going on. As Ginny identified the movement as hands touching her…and not particularly in a 'friendly' way she mumbled a few halfhearted -no, stop, don't-s but then quit trying as he didn't stop.
…Why should she care? Where she was, nothing could get her…nothing…
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Draco knew the reason for the separate room was so they could have the lights and the music with out disturbing the others. But by now he could have cared less. Just moments before he had set the reefer down and put his attention back to Ginny. She had a smile on her face, he'd never seen before. Gently he stroked her hair and she moved into the touch. She looked…happy. Not like she didn't before but if you could compare, which he could, he would say she never truly looked happy before.
His hand moved down so his thumb stroked her cheek. Yes, she belongs here with him. This could be her world now, and he was happy to share it with such an angel…corrupting was more like it, but one could never appreciate purity until it was ruined.
Draco's hand moved again this time to her blouse. It seemed like a good idea at the time, undoing the buttons just to see what was underneath. Then he would stop. He knew he would never do anything a woman didn't consent to. But then as he saw how beautiful she was, and felt the softness of her no longer childlike form-- he decided she also wouldn't mind if he did something else.
Morals seemed to be blurred, new allowances were made and seemed logical under the influence of the drug. He kissed his way down her chest, and lucky for him her bra had a clasp in front, and soon that to was open. As he pulled her down under his body and his hand 'played' with her breats and another going up her skirt he heard her whimper and say "Stop it … please don't …/no/…don't…" but it didn't really get through.
It was like fog was in his brain. Clouding the messages, making them stick together and get jumbled up.
As far as he knew she wanted this just as badly as he did…
Lesson Of The Day: Drugs can cloud your judgement…no there won't be any more lessons, don't worry, lol. But I wanted to say this was my reason for writing in Ginny and her 'rape' comment. Before Draco was offended she would even think such a thing…but now he finds nothing wrong with it…
Note: I went easy on Ginny in this one. Peoples first times with pot can range from great to really sucking. And you'll probably be hacking up a lung at first…but come on! How romantic is that? So just a little coughing will do ^_^
*Some people usually just call them cigarettes as adults are more likely to let it slide, and as "Hey, got any pot on you?" seems to draw a little more attention…
**Don't put them in your pocket they can break you know.
I hope to add more druggie goodness to the next chapter as well. And don't forget to review! I live off of reviews ^_^ Goddess, how sad am I? lol.
-Wind and Ashes
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(A/N): Well, I thought I was totally stuck on this story. But then I up loaded some Arabian-Techno Music on Kazaa…and *wow* I got inspired ^_^ kind of odd really…
thank yous go to: Luinthoron and little notes for all of you as well.
Nicole: Hee, hee, hee. So are you a Wind and Ashes junkie now? Good…good…*looks evil* lol No, but really, thank you for reviewing and such it's always nice to hear how much my writings are liked :D
supergal88: *raises eyebrow* originality? *bursts out laughing* oh hun, this has been done twice over dead, I just think you cannot be a "true" HP Writer until you have 1) Written a smut fic 2) Written a useless romantic fluff fic 3) Written a cutting/druggie/eating-disorder fic, one of each if encouraged. I'm almost there, too. And thanks for the compliments, I appreciate every one of them!
girlgoneinsane: I feel needed!!!! Lol, thanks for the review it makes me feel special that I actually got four reviews instead of my usual 3 p
Riauna: Oh cool, another person from out of the woodwork, eh? Thank you much for reviewing, it lets me know all yall read this thing. Oh yeah, change my usual three to 5 now (*Dimi wears a happy cat grin*)
Key
Pot: marijuana (Mair-Ah-Wah-Nah), reefers, herb, mary jane, j, pot, mj (...although I refrain from saying this as it tends to atract Micheal Jackson fans...)
Shotgunning/A Shotgun; not a drug, a term: Where some one inhales the smoke first and then passes it onto some one else. It isn't as strong as if one would inhale right from the source because it's already been filtered. That is why many people get shotguns on thier first and second tries.
"No." The word came slowly to her and rolled off her tongue.
"Huh?" he sounded genuinely surprised.
"I said /no/."
Ginny bowed her head, almost feeling shame or guilt for some reason. But in the back of her mind she just /knew/ she could not do this now. It was just a feeling, but a strong feeling at that. Nervously Gin started to play with the hem of her skirt. She didn't bring her jumper or wore a tie so he wouldn't see her house colors. And she like him hadn't brought a robe either.
"I just can't…I can't do that because…"
Draco looked as if he was trying not to smile. "Because…? Come on, it's ok, people do it all the time."
Ginny's eyebrows drew together, she felt like he wanted her to do this a lot more then he should, desperately almost. 'Why is he pushing this?' she wondered.
"No." she said for a third time "I don't think I will." She'd lost her nerve to do anything, now.
Virginia started to stand but her grabbed her arm gently.
"Hey, come on now. I didn't mean to scare you off. Come sit for a minute." She hesitated so he tugged on her arm softly, and it seemed his voice dropped an octave trying to sooth her "I'm not going to hurt you Virginia, I just want to talk, only for a minute." His voice was also strangely hypnotic to her, she literally wondered if he'd done a spell. But no wand was in his hand. Maybe he just had that effect on her…that kind of control.
Almost against her own will, she sat. It was strange, she knew there was something about him…that unknown connection she'd felt earlier came back to her ten fold. She felt that because he wanted her to stay with him…that she /had/ to. But all thoughts were interrupted when he started to speak again.
"I wasn't trying to force it on you or anything…I just thought you wanted this and it might of taken a bit of encouragement. Just the idea can be a bit…frightening to some people."
She looked up at him, and her eyes almost looked tired. For a second Ginny looked as jaded as him. "Can I trust you Draco? Can I really trust you?"
He leaned in pulling her forward, their eyes met and foreheads touched, and just before he kissed her he breathed, "Yes."
This mysterious connection between them could not be explained in words. That one kiss would be something neither forgot, that neither would /want/ to forget. Since then every time Ginny kissed a boy she would compare it to this, and the details that never grew unclear. She remembered everything in crisp detail. His unsteady breathing, the small moan that came from the back of his throat and his hands that worked their way from her hip to up her torso….everything she remembered and often played back later on.
Draco had now leaned her back onto the sofa, lying slightly on top of her. He loved just this little bit of contact, but had this burning desire for /more/ of her. To be with her, get closer to her, in any way possible. All that was going through his head was 'Fuck every one else in the room, I want her now.' And he would probably of had his way…if it weren't for Harry Potter.
Many kisses later Ginny pushed him back, gasping for breath. She didn't know why she let him kiss her in the first place, or why she responded so desperately…but now that her mind was somewhat clear she knew that this shouldn't be happening.
The name going through her mind wasn't Draco Malfoy…but Harry Potter. Now, she knew it was silly, but couldn't help it. She thought she was in love with The Boy who Lived for so long…she'd only recently come to terms with the fact that is was not love. So she was unsure about how to go about this. This whole thing could be the result of so many situations. Was this some kind of revenge on Harry for ignoring her all this time? (Not on purpose of course…) Or was it trying to get away from the Angel Ginny she was so well known for. And what better way to rid her self of such a reputation than drugs and sex with Draco Malfoy- not to mention doing them both on a couch in front of a bunch of people?
Or, an explanation she did like, did she really feel a connection to him? Something that's been there before she even laid eyes on him. Something… too wonderful for words really.
He was looking at her now, and she was looking at him. Feeling like she should apologize Ginny slowly slid out from under him, scrunching up on the other end of the couch. It was then she noticed the silence in the room, and she looked around for a moment as to see why.
The congregation of people near by had moved to the other side of the room. To give them privacy she supposed. A blush crept up her face, though not as bad as it could have been.
"I'm sorry." It wasn't Ginny who'd spoken, it was him. Draco was now sitting up as well, and looking at her, wondering if he'd just blew the entire chance of something between them just because he got horny all of a sudden. Some times being a guy wasn't al that great…
"I didn't mean to…" she had a look on her face so he rushed ahead hoping he didn't sound desperate nor idiotic. "I mean I /wanted/ to, but I just didn't want to…I wanted to make sure you wanted it to and you kissed back…but honestly, it wasn't /that/ bad was it?" He finished with a harsh sigh. He thought he sounded like a bumbling idiot, something Draco Malfoy was not accustomed to.
'Oh, yes, Draco. That was very articulate. You should write speeches with such intelligent words.' He could have slapped him self…
For a moment Ginny looked scared. But then calmed down as she knew what she could do. Which was thinking, she only needed time now.
"I need time to think about something…everything…..ok?"
He actually wasn't, but decided it didn't really matter what he wanted now. "Sure."
Though at her next words he was very happy he'd agreed. "I can see you again though, can't I?" she asked.
He almost grinned, but instead answered coolly with a nonchalant air to it. "I don't see why not."
"But" he added, "why don't you come back here tonight, around nine or so? You can make your decision then. I'll be here, waiting."
It seemed like a good idea. She had all day to think about what she wanted. Though she wasn't sure if he was talking about him self, or about the drugs.
It was like he could read her thoughts. "We don't have to do anything about the drugs, Virginia. We can start small on something like that. Just a little sample here or there."
Ginny nodded once then stood to leave. She needed to start thinking soon as possible.
With a burst of frustration Ginny threw a pillow across the room suppressing a scream. Then laid back down roughly. This was horrible…absolutely devastating. She'd been thinking for a long time, and all that ran through her head was the kiss they'd shared…how could she resist anything if there was a promise of more time with him to come? She found her mind was running in circles. Drugs and Draco. Drugs can be addictive…but she could just try the ones that aren't. Draco, in a way, was addictive as well. Draco is bad. So are drugs. But are drugs bad because people say they are bad? Is it the same with Draco? No, Draco is most definitely bad…Ginny, at this point, just didn't care…
She hadn't eaten dinner, being as nervous as she was that was probably a good idea. So she'd finally made her mind on what to do, and decided to tell him that night when they'd planned to meet. Ginny had thought about just not showing up, yes that would probably be more comforting to her self. But knew she had to do this. Not only that…but he still didn't know who she was. If anything that is the problem she couldn't get past. So she was going to try a few things. Nothing too strong, or addictive. Definitely nothing too expensive either. And that would be all she asked for…then the only thing she had to do was explain to him about her family. He really didn't need to know actually, but she felt like he would want to…and if he changed his mind after that, and acted as if he'd rather not help her out, then that was fine to. She would then have the decision made for her, and no worries.
Ginny was shaking badly by the time she reached the door. She missed the right brick twice.
Upon entering The Underground she expected every one to stop and stare at her, maybe even start whispering. But they didn't. Actually, not even one person looked up. Fine with her really.
She wandered around looking for any one with blond hair, but didn't see him. Frowning she picked an empty cluster of chairs over near the doors in the back. As she could see every one and not really be in the middle of everything. Less likely to be seen that is. As she waited, observing everything around her she found that there were certain hours in this place when things really got busy. Right now it wasn't that bad. There were a lot of people, and it seemed there were regular girls that lined up by the doors again. But there weren't that many in the crowd, no live music like before, and you could actually see around most the smoke, as it wasn't to thick yet.
"Boo." A deep voice came from behind her and she swore she jumped out of her skin. Now that her heart felt like she ran a marathon she saw who had scared her and slapped him good in the arm. But Draco was laughing to hard to really notice, rubbing the injury absentmindedly.
"You should have seen your face, classic."
"God, you are such a brat!" Se looked at him and saw that he looked happy right now…the fact that his eyes were dilated didn't really register. But if she knew what to connect that symptom with common sense she'd of known he was happy because he'd previously taken a hit of, even to him, an unknown substance.
He smiled and shrugged, "What can I say? It's a gift."
With a certain grace, almost in a lazy-not-caring way he fell into a chair next to hers slightly facing her direction. "So…have you thought about it?"
"Yes, I have…and I think…I want to try it out." He looked simply delighted. "Just a few things though…nothing that could kill me, or that I'd become dependant on, ok?"
"Yeah, sure." He seemed to think something up quickly then say, "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"I know the perfect thing to start you out on."
"…And what would that be?"
Draco was leading her through the many twists and turns of haphazard paths that were set up between groups of chairs and standing people. It seemed more teenagers had come in while they were talking. And Ginny wouldn't help but feel pleasure when he held her hand so they wouldn't get separated.
She could tell him about the Weasley thing tomorrow…
He'd led them to a door. It was at the very back of the room, separated slightly from the bedroom doors on the rounded wall, and instead sat on the same wall as the stage though far from it. It was wider to, and looked to be made of a darker wood than any of the other doors. 'Now, where might this lead?' Ginny thought.
Her silent question was answered when he reached to open the door. Draco turned and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it isn't a bedroom. It's more like…a relaxing room. Before some people were complaining about not having a place just for…relaxing, I guess you could say. And so they added on a separate room."
"Relaxing?" she asked doubtfully.
"Well…more like 'pot smokers only', but I guess that could be called relaxing also."
When they entered the room it looked like just another Hogwarts classroom, except there were many places you could lay down and no desks in sight. Pillows and makeshift beds, where people already lay, were strewn about the room. It seemed as if the people in this room were some where else entirely though.
One girl sat on a pillow, legs crisscrossed, and in her lap where socks. Looking around Ginny saw some people near by didn't have any socks or just had one missing and didn't care because they were distracted by other things. The girl though was folding them repeatedly, and giggling. Soon another person came and sat by her, marveling at these 'wondrous' socks.
While some would rather be alone, others sat in a group. It seemed like they were debating something, though not aggressively. Like an athenaeum discussion. Only…the subject was about how Snape is the antichrist or something of the sort…jabbering about rubbish really.
But the whole atmosphere was very…like Draco had said, relaxed.
"There's a good spot over in the corner." He tugged her arm a bit so she followed. And he was right, in the corner was a bunch of pillows and blankets spread out. Kind of like a nest you could lay in. Draco sat down, and pulled Ginny down as well. She didn't want to lean against the wall so she leaned back against his shoulder and chest instead, he didn't seem to mind.
**Draco then pulled something out of his pocket with his right hand, as his other hand was around her waist, and held it up for her to see. In his hand was two cigarettes, only they looked rolled by hand and not store bought. Ginny was confused, you'd think with as much money as Malfoy had he'd just /buy/ cigarettes. But there was something funny about them, they looked like what every one else was smoking and the smoke in the room smelt weird to. These weren't normal cigarettes…but then what were they?
"They look like cigarettes…but I'm sure they are not." She looked up at him to reassure this observation.
Sure enough he gave a quick nod. "This is marijuana, you smoke it like a cigarette." He pointed to a few people by them who were doing just that. Some weren't holding it with their hands though.
"Draco, what is that they're holding it with?"
"Tweezers. It's so they don't burn their fingers when it gets down to far and makes it easier to hold really. I have a pair to, if you get that far."
"And…what does it do exactly?" She asked.
"Um…" he knew exactly what it did, but she didn't know anything about this really, how was he to explain it? "THC goes from your lungs to your brain and suppresses the neurons. It'll work in the first few seconds of the drag." He knew she really didn't catch a word, even though she nodded slightly as if acknowledging the facts.
"It's harmless really. Just lay back a bit."
Even though he was a very good wizard, Draco enjoyed carrying around lighters instead of using his wand. He guessed it was just because it was what he used first, and you couldn't use your wand over break so he usually had a lighter on him any way.
Ginny did lie back, more into him. With his right hand holding the lighter he lit it, which was in his left hand, then threw the lighter onto the small book ledge next to them. He switched hands and inhaled, just to get it going. Then handed it to her.
"You're going to cough like hell this first time, but it'll get better after that."
Ginny took it between her thumb, middle and forefinger as she'd seen him do. It was slightly awkward holding it, but brought it to her mouth, inhaling deeply. The smoke did make her cough badly. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all. A few people nearby chuckled, muttering "newbie".
Draco leaned down now, moving her hand so he to could have some, he didn't cough though. When he exhaled his eyes closed and she could feel his body relax much more.
But before he could really loose himself he remembered Virginia. "Here lean down a bit." She did laying down now while her head rested on a pillow. It felt comfortable as the pillows behind them where soft, and the blankets beneath them were so thick and cozy she could barely feel the ground.
"What I'm about to do is called a shotgun. Hold it this time, and exhale slowly. Trust me love." He kissed her, careful to hold the *cigarette up so no one would get burned. Then he took another drag and held it for a second leaning down and touching her mouth gently so she would open. She took the hint and Draco, coving the rest of the space between them, touched his lips with hers and exhaled into her mouth.
This time she did hold it and exhaled slowly as he had advised. It was at this time some one had turned off the lights and instead there was something…no, it was still light but it was blinking-- flashing. A few minutes later after kissing and more shotguns Ginny moved her hand in front of her face and giggled as she saw how it moved. It was extremely funny, though she wasn't exactly sure why. Draco, to, laughed a bit. When from some where music came as well Ginny was far beyond relaxed. She'd curled up into Draco's arms, feeling very safe and like everything was /perfect/.
This is what she'd been looking for, searching for, these past years. A place to be, and she knew -here- was where she belonged. She did feel Draco move a bit and then some thing though she wasn't sure what was going on. As Ginny identified the movement as hands touching her…and not particularly in a 'friendly' way she mumbled a few halfhearted -no, stop, don't-s but then quit trying as he didn't stop.
…Why should she care? Where she was, nothing could get her…nothing…
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Draco knew the reason for the separate room was so they could have the lights and the music with out disturbing the others. But by now he could have cared less. Just moments before he had set the reefer down and put his attention back to Ginny. She had a smile on her face, he'd never seen before. Gently he stroked her hair and she moved into the touch. She looked…happy. Not like she didn't before but if you could compare, which he could, he would say she never truly looked happy before.
His hand moved down so his thumb stroked her cheek. Yes, she belongs here with him. This could be her world now, and he was happy to share it with such an angel…corrupting was more like it, but one could never appreciate purity until it was ruined.
Draco's hand moved again this time to her blouse. It seemed like a good idea at the time, undoing the buttons just to see what was underneath. Then he would stop. He knew he would never do anything a woman didn't consent to. But then as he saw how beautiful she was, and felt the softness of her no longer childlike form-- he decided she also wouldn't mind if he did something else.
Morals seemed to be blurred, new allowances were made and seemed logical under the influence of the drug. He kissed his way down her chest, and lucky for him her bra had a clasp in front, and soon that to was open. As he pulled her down under his body and his hand 'played' with her breats and another going up her skirt he heard her whimper and say "Stop it … please don't …/no/…don't…" but it didn't really get through.
It was like fog was in his brain. Clouding the messages, making them stick together and get jumbled up.
As far as he knew she wanted this just as badly as he did…
Lesson Of The Day: Drugs can cloud your judgement…no there won't be any more lessons, don't worry, lol. But I wanted to say this was my reason for writing in Ginny and her 'rape' comment. Before Draco was offended she would even think such a thing…but now he finds nothing wrong with it…
Note: I went easy on Ginny in this one. Peoples first times with pot can range from great to really sucking. And you'll probably be hacking up a lung at first…but come on! How romantic is that? So just a little coughing will do ^_^
*Some people usually just call them cigarettes as adults are more likely to let it slide, and as "Hey, got any pot on you?" seems to draw a little more attention…
**Don't put them in your pocket they can break you know.
I hope to add more druggie goodness to the next chapter as well. And don't forget to review! I live off of reviews ^_^ Goddess, how sad am I? lol.
-Wind and Ashes
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