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Chapter Three: Who the Fuck the Blunt Man is

Dumbledork stared stupidly at the boy for about two minutes before Harry slapped the old man and repeated the question. "Yo, I said who the fuck is the Blunt Man?" Again the man didn't seem to register…then he snapped out of it suddenly. "Thank you Hermione." He said as she rearranged her tube top.

Brandon second blinked, did she just do what he thought she did? "No problem. It works every time." She popped a piece of gum in her mouth. Ron stared at her like she was nuts. Towelie yelled "DAMN GIRL!" and took another drag of his last blunt. Harry thought "What a fuckin' slut. I can't believe I'm actually DATING that broad."

He turned back to Dumbledork and demanded he say who the Blunt Man was. Dumbledork thought for a minute, rubbed his head in frustration and finally gave up. "You kids better go talk to Ms. McDonald Gall." She's better at remembering stuff then I am.

"How the fuck could you fucking forget who the fuck a fuckin' guy is that's fuckin' stealing peoples fucking weed you fuckin' fuck fucker!" Harry stormed the old man and prepared to kill him with his bare hands before Brandon casually strolled over and ripped Harry off the poor guy, chucking the kid against the wall. "Come on Pothead," Brandon drawled. "Lets go talk to Ms. McDonald Gall." He picked the boy up with one arm.

After stuffing his hands back inside his hoodie, Brandon turned to Dumbledork and asked him where this McDonald Gall lady would be. "She's usually down watching the wet T-shirt contests on the third floor. "Wait a sec." Harry rubbed his jaw. "Is she a lez or somethin'?" "Well…yes." Dumbledork smiled slightly. Then without another word, the ancient sack of bones waddled his way back to his sofa piled with Playboy magazines.

The kids decided to take their leave as watching an old man jack off to worn porno mags with the thought of lesbians on his mind did not appeal to any off them.

Walking through the halls during the day was like being at school at night. Everyone was either gone, sleeping or in one of the many rooms doing stuff. (Not necessarily sex either.) Their were hot tub rooms…saunas…mud wrestling, boxing, strip clubs, shopping areas, bars, dance halls, and of course, the wet T-shirt competition held once every hour.

Hogwarts was like a night club that ran 24 hours a day. And because everyone was either high or drunk the magic kids who dropped out of magic school could use their powers. It was always fun. Their were some muggles there, but most of the attendants were from magical school. Of coarse, if they were there…they wouldn't be in a magical school.

The kids entered the third floor and their footsteps echoed down the hollow corridor. The entered the room with the graffiti words WET T-SHIRT COMPITION scrawled above the door. Techno music blasted and strobe lights flashed. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and booze.

It wasn't more then two minutes before Hermione had gotten a handful of freshly rolled blunts. She left the group of men wide eyes and hung like bulls. "Here you go guys" She held her hands out as the men swarmed her for the crazy chronics. Harry was really getting ready to knock that bitch out for ogling her goodies to every slack jawed mother fucker in the building….he took a drag….AND THEN… la la la la la la la la …it's amazing how one drag stopped all line of thought in Harry's fucked up head…

The kids, now happy cause of weed, strutted through the smoke filled room as men hooted and cat called the girls in white tops getting hosed down with supper soaker squirt guns. It came at no surprise to see a young woman with lime green hair wearing a hot pink mini skirt and a black tank top chanting along with the guys. Brandon motioned his head over to her and Harry walked up, touched her on the shoulder and asked, "Are you McDonald Gall?"