DISCLAIMER: Brandon gave this chapter his "Hell Yeah!" seal of approval.

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CHAPTER SIX: THE DONS' SECRET STASH

Hermionie's thoughts of ripping off the Don's pants and straddling him like a well groomed stallion were violently interrupted by her ex who's forehead vein looked ready to pop. "We need your help!" Harry practically screamed, the urge to call him an asshole and start bitch-smacking him was almost ready to break through.

The Don had coolly been sitting in his chair, half asleep, half annoyed by this Pothead boy. Yes, he had heard of him…honestly, who hadn't? He won the Midnight Orgies on every Sunday night for six weeks in a row, until he got herpes and decided to rest for a week…he had been a real pain in the…well…you know what I mean. We're talkin' Harry Pothead and one week without sex. Practically killed everyone including the Pothead himself.

Ron was nervous as ever and he stood shaking like a virgin, (touched for the very first time). Only, well, this was tad bit different…and the Don had no intentions of touching…Ron.

"I'm sick of intrusions." The Don spoke as he finished off his brandy. "Unless you got a better excuse then a stolen bag of pot leaves…"

But before the Don could finish, Ron, an idiot in many ways, threw himself to his knees and cried, "Yes sir, Yes sir! We'll leave right now, we're all REAL sorry for interrupting you! Please forgive us. Don't send your cronies on us….me… PLEASE!"

Hermione sadly shook he head, disgusted Ron called himself a man. Harry looked pissed. Brandon smacked his hand over his face and sighed. And Towelie to a drag of his last blunt, giggled, and said "I have no idea what's goin' on. Heeheeheehee! Cough cough cough Ha!"

The Don stood up and looked over his desk like Ron was a psycho, turned his head toward Brandon and asked, "Is he always like this?" Brandon replied, "Yes…….sadly." Hermione just shook her head and whispered, "Poor thing."

Harry looked down at Ron and plainly asked, "Ron, what the hell are you doing?" It was a this time that Ron realized how much of a dumbass he was and slowly got up.

"Um…ah…sorry 'bout that...uh...must, must be the weed…yeah…that's it! Ah ha ha ha...all sober and know weed make Ron a………"

"Dumbass." Hermione finished.

"Uh. Yeah."

Hermione decided it was time to take things into her own…hands…if you will. Her clothes were already sluty enough, all she need now was her red light district attitude. "Oh, please Mr. Mafia Don," Hermione moved behind the counted and stated feeling up the mob boss, something she'd been holding back since she laid her pretty little eyes on him.

"please don't be so fierce with all my friends. They're idiots. I'm sure your…people…and us could work SOMETHING out." She put one leg over the Dons knee and settled herself on his lap. "I'm sure WE could work something out." She half whispered into the Don's ear.

Hermione, filled with the excitement she was only a few seconds away from full blown, chandelier rattling, wake the fucking neighbors, hard core sex that she could practically FEEL it, Harry had to go and make a comment.

Hermione, you skanky slut! How dare you try to bang the Mafia Don."

"She doesn't really have to try." The Don spoke up. "Tell you what, you leave me and my new little lady friend alone and you boys can help yourselves to what I got behind that door.

He didn't have to point, from the second they all walked in, they noticed the solid black door with the white weed plant carved into it. "Jee, wonder what's behind there?" Ron thought sarcastically.

Sure enough it was a room stashed with porno mags, porno's, video games and of course several piles of weed and other blissful narcotics. Harry reached for a blunt, lit it up and was gone…The boys were so far off they didn't even notice the loud moans and screams coming from the office.

Or the four little boys sitting on the couch eating pretzels and Cheesy Poofs…