"I…think I'm going to leave." Pushing the little white pill out of her sight, with effort, she turned toward the door. "If you see Draco, tell him he owes me lunch."

Blaise was slightly surprised she didn't take him up on his offer, that hasn't happened to often. "I'm not your messenger boy /Weasley/."

Ginny was half way across the room but stopped abruptly. Some how she knew the way he had said her name meant something more than just a title.

"So, you know who I am." It wasn't a question, but he answered any way.

"Yeah, I know who you are; recognized you first thing when you came into the club with him. I don't think any one else has hair as red as yours."

"He knows then does he? Draco hadn't said anything about it."

"…I don't think he does know. It's not like you were a popular subject to watch out for, or anything." He had relaxed a bit from the previous insult of being a message carrier for Malfoy, but now Blaise was tense for another reason; she was standing very close.

"Oh, I see." She sounded slightly disappointed but didn't let on as to why. "Well, I'll be off then. Maybe I'll see him around."

She didn't fell particularly threatened by his usage of her last name & what else could she do? There wasn't really a way to find him, and she certainly wasn't going to ask around after him, so sitting and waiting was her only feasible option, and she wasn't going to sit and wait with him.

But he let her go with no difficulty; he had better things to waste his time on, for now. He entertained the idea of letting Draco know her little secret, as she left the room, but forgot about her almost entirely as his friend entered about half an hour later.

Blaise had been reading a book he'd carried along with him in his pack; he needed to catch up on a chapter or two any way and didn't mind waiting. When Draco entered the room though he let the book drop to the bed cover he was sitting on.

"You look like hell Malfoy. What the fuck happened?"

"I…nothing, it's nothing." He did look like hell, he also felt like hell. His head was pounding slightly, and his teeth ached for a tempting illegal substance that he could now not reach. Running his hands through his hair he took a deep breath and surveyed his friend.

Blaise had sat up as soon as Draco'd entered the room, but he just waved him back, not wanting him to get up. Instead he too sat down and leaned against the headboard.

"You will never guess what my fucking father did to me…"

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Ginny had decided to go back to her room and study some more before dinner. She was all the way back to the tower by the time she fit a few pieces of a puzzle together. Blaise, Blaise was the boy starring at her so intensely before. She hadn't thought of it till now, but couldn't figure how she missed it in the first place. Shaking her head from side to side Ginny pushed away all other unsorted details. It didn't matter any more, not really, she hadn't any idea where all this was leading to. What was 'all this'? Her/Draco/drugs/kisses/wanting more from him/afraid he'll reject her as Weasley scum…. That's what 'all this' was. And in a way it tore her up inside, keeping secrets, from her brothers, from the few friends that she did have occasionally.

'But why should I have such a dull, boring life when every one else is out getting their highs?' A rebellious voice came from Goddess knew where, but Ginny couldn't ignore it. It was right! The Trio goes out and gets their kicks by "Fighting Evil"; Fred and George snuck out of Hogwarts when they had attended there just for the thrill of maybe getting caught (though that was always rare indeed); and every one else, she was sure, had a much more exciting existence. So why shouldn't she? It's not like she was hurting any one. Draco had told her that the few things she had tired wouldn't even faze her in the long run, and that many more people had done much worse when their body couldn't handle it.

But that's what Draco did, way more than he can handle. And it delighted her in a small way that he wanted to include her in his private world, yet scared her because she had seen him strung out before and knew that he still was continuing what he had first started.

'Though," she tried to tell her self logically, 'I can be with him now when he does most of it and I can stop him if he tries to do too much.' Yes, that was her perfect excuse. Saint Ginny there to save the perpetually stupid and expectantly self destructive. Hmmm, the title seemed to fit her well.

When she had reached the portal and pulled out the bundle of food from her robe pocket Ginny climbed the stairs to her dorm room, unnoticed, and bent on having an opportunity to study chapter 7 of her muggle studies booklet.

She was a fair bit along in her chapter, munching on a roll and butter, when she heard the scratching. Lightly at first, then a touch frantic as it continued.

"What on earth…?" It came from the far door, but if it was a person they would have knocked; unless they were entirely nutters. Ginny sat up fully now and set her feet against the cold wood floor. Yes, the noise was still there, and even a little mewing sound.

Rushing to the door and pulling it open revealed a little black kitten who had been trying to push its way through the door. Finally, at being let in, he leaped and bound his way to her bed and climbed up the comforter. And there he sat, head cocked to one side, then the other, and meowed once or twice.

It was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. Picking him up and cradling the little thing she sat down again and scratched his chin and belly. He was so small and cute Ginny couldn't help it. It took her a few minutes to notice the collar. A tiny strap of leather with pieces of spiky metal in it, the tag read 'Ash', but no owners name was present. And then she saw the note tucked under the collar.

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"So, how did you figure this out?"

Blaise and Draco were walking down a corridor that would lead them to some other connecting passages, which, in turn, would eventually lead them to The Underground. But not directly.

"It was back in third year, remember when I got my ring stolen?"

"That nice black one?"

"Yeah, well I couldn't just wait two weeks or so to get another one. So I did some research and it turns out one of the bed rooms has a weak spot. They're all over the place actually, that's why we have to cast so many concealing charms annually, certain places are weaker than others."

"And this will lead us to the club?"

Blaise almost grinned. "Straight through the backdoor so to speak."

The hall way stretched on forever in front of them, and soon he became more oriented with his surroundings. Draco grabbed his friends arm; he just realized where they were going, though it had been a while since he'd been down there.

"We're going to see the Janes?"

Shrugging off the loose grip Blaise kept the same pace and gave a quick look back at him. "Yeah, is that a problem? It's the only way in, unless you have a better idea?"

"No, never mind. I just haven't been down here in ages."

"I know. I still come down here occasionally because I don't feel like working for it half the time and of course not all of us are such pretty boys like you."

Both laughed. "Shut it Zabini."

The Janes were legendary around Hogwarts, they were the best on the grounds at doing what every boarding school supposedly lacks; sex. Draco had gone round them when he was younger just for the hell of it. Why not? He was good looking enough for them to give him time with out paying. But as he matured he came to them less and less, he was more interested in the chase rather than just picking one out against a wall. No sport means no fun.

Draco did remember Blaise spent a fair amount of time down there when he was having troubles with Angela last year, but other than that he was popular enough to get some. He understood the advantages though, a shag with no strings attached, no commitments and 'I love you's, or awkward silences in the morning. No gossipy pack of girls knowing every detail about your dick and so on. The Janes policy on keeping their mouth shut, unless putting it to good use, was appealing.

A memory came to him then, of a time in his fifth year, something he had almost forgotten. When they could not find a leader for them, their former had been called home on account of family trouble, which left the Janes with no one in charge. A seventh year Slytherin had taken the job and as a result it almost collapsed the whole structure of the organization, which would have brought down the club as well. He refused to teach the new girls all of the protection charms on the account of 'it dulled the sensation, what's the point?'. Some of the older girls struggled to keep up with the fledglings and teach them everything properly for their safety and others. Then he decided that because he technically ran the place that he could have any girl he wanted at any time, sometimes withholding promised girls just for spite.

It didn't last long. For the first time since any one could remember a girl, not originally a Jane, stood up and took over. She made everything allot better and set an age restriction for workers, clearing out all the 13 year olds that had been previously recruited. Since then things had run smoothly for every one, at least that's what Draco had heard.

The difference though between Janes and whores was a world apart to him. Whores could line up against the doors on the inside of the club at any given time and for any price, usually low or for some kind of a hit. They looked like the junkie bitches that they were known to be. Janes, on the other hand, had their own lounging room, still connected to the club via the bed rooms, and each girl had her own fixed price. You had to talk it out with Ashley, their current leader, to find out how much you would owe for an hour or so. Also Janes get first picks on everything; whores could loose a client by having to clear out of the bedroom for a Jane.

He didn't know any of the current girls, like he'd said earlier; he hadn't been there in a while. But a few rose to greet Blaise as if he were a long lost friend.

Ashley stood to welcome her guests, her Hogwarts skirt hiked up a bit too high and her strawberry blond hair in a pony tail she looked to be fifteen. But people knew better, she was graduating that year, same as them. Not to mention she packed a pretty mean right hook.

"Blaise, I haven't seen you in a while. Getting tired of us already?" She leaned in lightly and kissed him. Politely he returned the kiss and answered.

"I've been busy, Angela, you know." He made an inpatient gesture with his hand.

"Oh. Well, we aren't technically open for business till seven and I hadn't received any word so most of my girls aren't even here. But I'm sure we can work something out."

She had been speaking to Blaise the entire time, not fully acknowledging Draco, but he cleared his throat and interrupted any ways. "We're not here for girls."

A look of confusion crossed her face. "But…I only have one boy and I'm not sure he'd go for…"

Blaise cut her off before she could even envision what ever torrid scenario she was about to spell out.

"For God's sake, Ash! We're not here for…for service. We just need to get through a room." He couldn't help but laugh. Draco didn't find it particularly funny, but tried a half smile, and failed. Though it didn't mater, her eyes were on Blaise.

"Oh!" She laughed as well. "Go right ahead. Are you in some kind of trouble? Get kicked out did you?" her smile was infectious to Blaise, but Draco just felt like an intruder in their space. He almost wanted to take a step back but feared the movement would break their trance.

"No, no trouble, we just want to meet some one there is all."

"Ok. Maybe I'll see you around later." She leaned in for another kiss, a bit longer this time, and then whispered against his mouth, "Give Angela my regards?"

"Sure thing." He breathed when she had left them to sit back down.

Both boys walked to the specific room in silence and shut the door; as soon as the click sounded both doubled over in laughter. Draco couldn't help it, the moment had almost seemed serious, but now was full of humor. Just the thought of Blaise even letting on that he had been unfaithful to Angela was funny in a way that you'd next expect her to turn into a vela and rip off his head. When he could catch his breath he managed to get out a sentence or two.

"Angela is going to scratch your eyes out Zabini, I can't believe you still haven't decided which one you like more!"

Blaise who had caught his breath as well could only respond, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm fortunate enough to keep both for now." Then more seriously. "She's full of life though isn't she? Quite a sense of humor too. Angela is so reserved compared to her."

After they'd had settled down Draco's stomach reminded him that he didn't have all day to wait. It clenched at the recent activity of laughing and now he felt like his stomach was sticking to his spine even though he had grabbed something to eat earlier. Obviously it didn't want real food, just something to numb the sensation.

"I don't know if I can wait for her, I need something right now." His hand absentmindedly rubbed his stomach, willing the knowing pain to go away, but it did not subside.

"You know I can give you some of the stuff now and I can stay up waiting, if you want." His tone was odd but the pain that had been faint all afternoon now took on with a vengeance and Draco didn't care about anything except stopping it.

"What do you have, I don't even remember what I left in here." He laid down on the bed breathing deeply, trying to listen for Blaises response over the dull roar in his ears.

"Well, for now, I only have some of that X I was going to bring you," a few white pills with dragons stamped on them appeared on the bedspread. "Then you have these," a selection of tiny chalky pink pills made their way into his line of vision.

"Meth?"

"Yeah, it's yours, not mine so no need to pay me back ok? I also got some crystals from my own stash, I don't mind sharing."

"No, I need…I need something else. Stronger"

"Alright, try these they'll make you flip."

Blaise produced his small tin of X from his pocket, but instead of pills he peeled up the top lining and pulled out a tiny slip of paper that was stashed, a small skull and crossing bones were printed on it. Draco placed it on his tongue and closed his eyes, breathing deep, just wanting all this to stop.

"It'll be ok, just give it a little bit." Until that point in time though he would have to suffer a small amount, but in seconds there was a piece of metal pushed to his lips. Blaise had lit up some weed for him till the acid could start working.

"Just to tide you over, alright. But don't take anything else, you won't need it, I promise."

"Alright." He tried to mumble, but wasn't sure if he even made a noise as he fumbled to keep the lighter over the open part of the metal piece and inhale deeply. It looked like a tiny bowl set on a small box (both so small you could cradle it in your hands) and then a pipe led from it so you could smoke it.

He heard voices at one point, but it didn't matter. A girl was sitting next to him, talking, it sounded foreign. He tried to tell her that everything was fine, that there was no reason for her to be scared of his friend who was also in the room. But she wouldn't listen; she talked faster and sounded like she'd inhaled helium, her words sticking together, almost unrecognizable. He told her that it wasn't his problem, he didn't know where the stars were kept, and that he couldn't reach them any way. Then she nodded and her eyes, as big as saucers, rolled in her head.

Draco blinked once, twice, and then told her to stop; it was making him dizzy. The girl nodded, her eyes getting twice as big as before, her teeth turned to bits of broken glass that cut her lips when she tried to speak. He covered his eyes, but that did not help, he could see through his fingers, he could see through her head, he could see anything he wanted. And so he looked away, he was looking from the ceiling now, he could see himself lying down on his side, head on a pillow. But there was something else. A rustling sound, loud and intruding, filled his ears. What was it? Then he saw. At some point the ground had grown green grass and ferns, the rustling sound came from the dead body that was being dragged across them. The monster needed to feed now, Draco was just glad it wasn't him.

The monster dragged the body behind a huge red fern that looked to be made of clay; Draco heard crunching sounds and mentally turned away from the thing. The forest grew more, he noticed, it pulsed with his own heart beat. Every minute added more foliage of strange design.

The girl now was crying, the same one with saucer eyes.

"Stop crying." He told her. He couldn't feel his body directly, but I knew that her muffled cries and moans where giving him a head ache. She was begging some one to stop something. But he didn't care, he had to stop her voice, silence her.

"Stop it, I said!" But she did not, and so he had to make her stop. He saw the flesh on her face peel away, until there was nothing but bone, and bones could not cry, so he was happy. . .

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A/N: Any one want to guess what is happening? Yes, I like this chapter much better; it's in the same tone as the rest of The Abyss as well. And yeah, Draco is tripping out. In case you hadn't caught on, there really isn't a forest growing in his room with a monster in it, or a freaky looking girl with glass shards for teeth. It's the Acid kicking in. But I will say this as a hint towards the next chapter…even though Draco is trippin there are some bits of reality in there of what's happening right now that readers don't know about

Till next time

Dimi