Pain Killer
Summary: Quidditch star. Hero. Boy-Who-Lived. Names all know him by. Stoner. Pothead. Druggie. Names many don't know him by. A story of how drugs affect the people who use them. Rated for drug use.
Chapter Two: Night Meetings
The room was dark when Harry Potter awoke at just the right time. It was time for him to meet his other friends by the Astronomy Tower. Harry rose out of bed, and put on a dark sweatshirt and some dark jeans. When he was finally ready, he carefully walked down the stairs into the dim lit common room. He pushed the portrait open. He walked several corridors and up several flights of stairs until he reached the Astronomy Tower. When he did, he approached it quieter than he had been going when he was going down corridors.
"Harry, glad you could make it," said Draco. "We were beginning to worry. We couldn't start without you; you do have them, don't you?" Harry glared at him and walked up to the other figures. He nodded. "Hell yes," he said smoothly. "Why wouldn't I?" Draco shrugged. "Just figured you'd forget," he said. Harry rolled his eyes and took several things out of his pocket. One small bag with a dark green plant-substance (you all know what I'm saying here) and another with a thin, white powder. He also had some other bags containing different colored tablets. "Perfect!" said Seamus. "How much do you want for them?"
"Hmmmm…" Harry considered. "Three Galleons for each pill, as much grass as you want, and there's plenty more powder where that came from." Seamus, Draco, and Ernie nodded in agreement. "Good deal, good deal," said Ernie. "Only one thing--- where are you getting this?" Harry grinned.
"I know people," he said simply. "Like who?" asked Seamus. "Like my cousin," Harry answered truthfully. "I wish I had a cousin like that," said Draco. "I don't even know my cousin." Harry shook his head and said, "You wouldn't want a cousin like mine. He doesn't give it to me; I take it from him. There's a difference." Draco sighed in annoyance. "Anyway, I didn't bring all of my money. So… I really need this stuff, and—"
"Draco, how much is 'Not all of your money'?" Harry interrupted. Draco shrugged. "I dunno…" he muttered, taking some coins out of his pocket. "Nine Galleons?" Harry nodded. "Good, good…" he muttered, handing Draco a few bags and pocketing his profit. As he did business with his other friends, he felt his pocket grow heavier and heavier. When he was finished, he said his farewells and went back up to bed.
The next morning, it was time to go to Hogsmeade. Harry met up with his friends and they went to Hogsmeade together. When they went to the Three Broomsticks, Harry spoke up and said he'd pay for Ron and Hermione's drinks. "Harry, I thought you said you didn't have any money. How can you afford all of those?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged. "I have my ways," he said. Hermione looked suspiciously at him. "I don't see how you can 'Have your ways' when you never do anything to earn money," she said.
"Hermione, are you mad at me for something?" Harry asked. He didn't like how this was going. "No, Harry. I'm not mad at you. I'm just rather upset with how you spend your money these days," she said. Harry scoffed.
"What's so bad about what I spend my money on? It's not like I don't have enough of it," he said. "It's none of your concern what I spend my money on. It's my money; I'll spend it on what I feel like spending it on, okay?" He was a little surprised at how he'd blown up at Hermione like that. "Holy shit, I'm sorry," he whispered.
Hermione shook her head. "It's not your fault," she said. Harry sighed. "Yes, it is! I'm still not over what happened last year; I just can't get over everything, and it's really hard not to get mad anymore. But I'm sorry, okay?" he said hopefully. Hermione sighed. "I guess," she said.
"Hello? Hey, anyone remember me? Ron? Anyone? Not at all?" came Ron's voice from next to them. "I'm thirsty!" Harry sighed and took several Galleons out of his pocket and handed them to Ron. "You know what we want," he said, allowing Ron's hands to hold the golden coins. "They're so beautiful up close! I wish I had one!" Harry grinned. He handed Ron and extra Galleon. "And now you do! Wow! It's Disneyworld! Dreams really do come true!" he joked. Ron grinned to himself and pocketed the small coin. He cackled to himself as he walked up to the counter.
When he returned, he had three bottles of Butterbeer in his hands. "Here you go," he said, handing Harry and Hermione their bottles.
"Thanks, Ron," said Harry. "So, what's been happening with you two lately?" Hermione sighed, annoyed. "Well, we could ask you the same thing," she said. "What're you talking about, Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron groaned.
"We know you've been going places at night; don't even try to deny it," he said. Harry's heart raced.
"And…where would I be going on these… 'Outings'?" he asked. "It's not like I'm sneaking off with Cho or something." Hermione buried her pale hands into her cold face. "Harry, that's not what I think," she said. "I do think something else but I shouldn't say it in a public area."
Harry looked at her as if to say, 'God, don't tell me you know.'
Later on in the day, Hermione confronted Harry when he was standing around near the Shrieking Shack. "Harry, I know what you've been doing," she said quietly. "And drugs aren't going to help you at all."
Okay, that's all for now. Bye-bye.
