I was temporarily banned because of my pimp story. Now that I am back, I have well over 90 pages to post worth of story. This book is estimated to be about 275 pages when finished. There will be no sex posted on but if you check my profile. You can find my site, where the sex will be available. Thanks to every one who put me on authors alert, and waited for me to be unbanned. This chapter is dedicated to every one of you, please read and review. I could use a little support right now. P.S. Don't do drugs, drugs are bad and illegal, and you can die, or go to jail or be abducted by aliens if you use them. All sorts of horrible things happen when you use drugs, like your eye balls fall out and stuff…

"I think I will just watch you on this one. I feel silly." Hermione laughed as Harry took on a more serious face, his form perfect, occasionally gripping his suspenders making a very interesting show.

Harry finished the song and Hermione simply cheered with the rest of the people who had stopped their dancing to watch. "That was great Harry." She beamed as he made several small bows to the crowd.

"Thanks. I used to Cwalk to, but this took care of that." He sighed as he tapped his leg. "Don't worry" He continued as he noticed Hermione's crestfallen face.

"One more dance?" Hermione asked as another slow jam began, as the DJ called out last dance of the night.

"Sure." Harry grinned, but he felt weak and his good leg was killing him. "One more dance."

Hermione grinned widely as the song Slow Motion by Juvenile began to play. "It isn't the remix, but its OUR song." She giggled as Harry smiled widely.

"Your parents?" Harry inquired as Hermione had turned her back to him, pressing herself firmly against him. Any form of protest he may have been forming disappeared as Hermione reached back over her left shoulder and stroked Harry's hair with her left hand.

"I like your messy hair."

"Mmmmm."

"Where did you get your scar? I have always wanted to ask you." She asked carefully, hoping she didn't offend him.

Harry laughed lightly as he ran his hands up and down Hermione's abdomen and hips. "I came like that."

"What do you mean?" She continued, realizing Harry wasn't self conscious about it.

"Just that. When Silver and Cynthia got me, I had already been scratched." Harry smiled at her. "They wanted to call me lightning, but luckily they found the pendant and I gots my name."

"Wait. Who is Silver? I know you had talked about Cynthia before, but I thought she was your sister." Hermione asked, her brow furrowed.

Harry realized be had never really spoken about his life outside of school, but then again, neither had Hermione. They were usually in class, or making out once they became close. "I will tell you all about it on the ride home?" Harry inquired as Hermione bent over and touched the floor before dragging her fingertips back up her leg with a snap of her neck. "Yeaaaaaa girl." Harry grinned as her hair tickled his face.

"I've been reading." She giggled as she noticed Harry's impressed face.

"That I like to hear." Harry smiled seductively at her, as the music finally faded away.

"I didn't know you could dance." Patricia stated as she gave an odd look to Hermione. "Like that." She added, as an afterthought.

Mr. Granger simply stood quietly near by, an intense look on his face.

"I read about it." Hermione smirked, "Watched a little television to."

"Is there anything you can't learn fast?" Harry beamed as he wrapped an arm around Hermione. "Shall we head on home?"

"What about the party tonight?" Hermione inquired as they began to leave the building.

"Gotta take your parents home first." Harry replied as he stepped out into the cool night, the door man holding the door open for their exit.

"It is already 11 o-clock at night, shouldn't you be getting home Harry?" Mr. Granger asked hopefully.

"Oh. No. That is all right sir." Harry laughed lightly as he opened the doors to the Porsche. "I run the house, every one else there answers to me."

"What about your parents?" Mrs. Granger inquired.

"Dead." Harry stated blandly as he hobbled to his side of the car after helping Hermione in.

"Eh?" Mr. Granger asked with an incredulous look. "No one to take care of you?"

"I live with... friends..." Harry chose his words carefully. "But I own the house. If I want to stay out tonight, I can. Can Hermione go with me to this party?"

"Where is it?" Patricia inquired.

"A mansion in upper London." Harry explained, as he rattled off the street names that connected to the large compound.

"I should have guessed a mansion." Mr. Granger shook his head as he tried to comprehend how someone so young could be so well connected.

"Can I please mommy? Daddy?" Hermione asked excitedly as she twisted in her seat to look at her parents in the back.

"I don't know about that." Mr. Granger thought aloud as he looked to his wife.

"Will there be adults there?" Mrs. Granger inquired as she looked at Harry's impassive face.

"Nothing but. We will be the youngest, except for may be a few very small children." Harry tried to assure her.

"I think it is too late. May be some other time." Mr. Granger shook his head, as Hermione sighed exasperatedly.

"We have church tomorrow kitten." Mrs. Granger consoled her daughter, but have a strange feeling as she watched Harry bite his lip in thought.

Eventually Harry got them home, stepping out of the SUV, he walked Hermione to the door. Her parents stood around for a bit speaking to Harry and Hermione until they realized Harry wasn't leaving till they went inside.

"I'm sorry Harry." Hermione began, "I wish I could..."

Her apology interrupted as Harry placed one hand under her chin, making sure she was facing with her back to the house. "Wait in your room for me to call." He whispered as he allowed his cell phone to drop from within the sleeve of his jacket and between her breasts.

Hermione's eyes got wide as she realized Harry's implication. "I'll change." She giggled before giving Harry a peck on the lips and turning to walk into the house, nonchalantly making sure the cell phone stayed hidden within her breasts.

"God I love big tits." Harry grinned to himself as he limped to his Porsche.

Hermione entered her house trying hard not to smile. "Hey mom." She waved at her mother as she walked towards her bedroom.

"Kitten?" Her mother called her, causing Hermione to hesitate before returning to the entrance to the den.

"Yes mom?" Hermione tried to sound slightly down trodden as she gave a forced sigh.

"I'm sorry you couldn't go with Harry." Her mother tried to console her, though inside, she was thankful Mr. Granger had put his foot down.

"I'm just so glad to have seen him tonight." Hermione smiled. "He really is wonderful. I never knew he had so many connections. He had to have borrowed that car." Hermione thought aloud, not noticing the look on her mothers face.

"I have been Harry's lawyer before." She began, but the look on Hermione's face cut her off.

"What?"

"I just. Be careful with him kitten?" Mrs. Granger wrung her hands together as she tried to explain quickly before Mr. Granger came back into the room. "He has been charged with a lot of things, but no one has ever been able to catch him on anything."

"That is because he is harmless." Hermione growled, as she became annoyed with her mothers accusations towards Harry. "Harry is a hard worker, and he loves me."

"I'm sure he works hard. I just... Be careful with him honey. Please?" Mrs. Granger finalized their conversation with a look before Mr. Granger walked into the room with his wine bottle in his hand.

"This is good stuff." He stated as he took a swig from the bottle.

"HONEY!" Mrs. Granger began to yell at him as Hermione rushed to her room.

"Eeeep!" She giggled as her breasts began to jiggle with the buzz of the cell phone.

"Harry?" She whispered as she held the palm sized phone in her hand.

"Ready?" Harry grinned as he whispered into the phone as well, playing her game.

"I have to tell my parents I am going to bed. Then I will change and wait ten minutes, and then I will hop out the window. Okay?"

"Damn, and I thought I was making the plans." Harry laughed as he sat in the Porsche just around the corner of the street. "I'm down the street. Redial me when you are ready."

With a soft beep, Hermione sat the phone down inside of her dresser drawer only to jump as the phone began to ring again. Hermione quickly yanked the phone up off the wooden board.

"Harry?" She heard a voice ask as she pressed the on button, having not checked to see if it was the same number from last time.

"Harry? This is Sirius. Man. You wont believe it! My ass is GREAT!"

"Excuse me." Hermione whispered into the phone, "I have Harry's phone. This is..."

"Sandy?" Sirius asked, "No wait, you can't be Sandy. Sandy is sitting next to me. You must be Harry's girlfriend!"

Hermione could hear another man screaming expletives in the background as the ruckus of struggling began to echo out of the each piece.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO HERMIONE!" She heard the other man yell.

"WHY NOT?"

"BECAUSE!"

"WHY!"

"YOU WILL END UP SAYING SOMETHING STUPID!"

Hermione finally pressed the off button as she realized the men were ignoring her. "I wonder who Sandy is." She thought jealously.

Hermione hid the phone in a pair of panties to muffle it's noise in case those guys called back again. Having changed into her pajamas she made her way to the den to say good night.

"Oh thank god." Patrician sighed as she spotted Hermione. "I thought you did something stupid like sneak out."

Hermione felt a strong desire to laugh.

"Good night pumpkin." Mrs. Granger smiled as she hugged Hermione.

"Night honey." Mr. Granger patted her on the head.

"Love you guys." Hermione exclaimed before heading to bed.

"Sheesh!" Harry exclaimed as he leaned back in his seat. "Where the hell is she?" He was quickly boring with twirling his second cell phone between his fingers.

RING RING

"Finally!" He exclaimed as he mashed the on button. "Ready?" He inquired as he watched the digital clock strike midnight in his dash.

"I'm walking down the street now." Hermione giggled before realizing some of the boys from the house next door were standing outside.

"HOLY SHIT!" One of the boys almost fell out of his seat as he spotted Hermione. "Hermione?" He asked, causing her to stop and place a finger over her lips to hush him.

"Jeesus!" One of the other boys exclaimed as they all turned to look at her. She was dressed in the same outfit she lost her virginity in, from the thigh highs all the way to the half shirt, Harry's blue jersey wrapped around her waist in case she got cold.

"What are you doing?" The boy who had first spotted her hissed from his porch as he took her in. "Look at you!"

"Going with my boyfriend to a party." She growled. "Mind your own business."

"My sentiments exactly." Harry concurred as he pulled up next to her in the Porsche. "Hop in girl."

"Bye Stevey." Hermione laughed as the boy looked as though he were going to faint. "Don't tell my parents." she pleaded before hopping in the car.

As they drove away, Stevey turned to one of his friends, a triumphant grin on his face. "I told you Granger would grow up to be a freak. That's 10$ pounds you owe me." he laughed as his friend reached for his wallet.

Harry grinned as he threw sideways glances at Hermione. "Make up too?" He inquired as Hermione withdrew a few articles from her purse.

"I looked up a few styles on the Internet. I thought you might like it if I completed the ensemble." She explained with a smirk as she began to rub blue eye shadow on. "I hope you don't mind if I finish getting ready in here."

"That's fine with me." Harry grinned widely as Hermione scooted out of her panties and replaced her blue undies with her thong.

"Almost forgot." She blushed slightly as Harry had to swerve to keep from hitting the curb.

"This is nice." Harry clapped his hands together before placing one hand on the wheel and the other onto Hermione's leg, his fingers gripping into her inner thigh and then releasing in a steady rhythm.

"I like that." Hermione confirmed as she used the vanity mirror in the Porsche to put her lipstick on. "I hope you don't mind the color scheme. I thought it would fit the clothes. I just want you to be happy with me."

"You do." Harry emphasized, "What ever it is, you want to do."

Hermione beamed as she finished applying her makeup as they pulled up to the gates of a VERY large house, barely visible from where they sat.

"You might see some far out stuff here." Harry explained to Hermione before ringing for the gate to be opened. "Don't freak out. Okay?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her interest piqued as she wondered what could freak her out.

"There might be some guns or drugs laying around. Every one here is cool. Nothing bad will happen girl. I'll make sure of that." Harry explained slowly, trying to guage Hermione's reaction.

Hermione felt her stomach tighten as she remembered her mothers warning. "Harry." She asked slowly. "Is my mom your lawyer?"

Harry felt his chest clench as he thought of how to answer. "I ain't gonna lie." He sighed. "She has been on a few occasions. Baby, please believe when I say that there isn't anything here at this party I wouldn't let be on my streets, in the right hands of course."

"Harry. How do you really get your money?" She whispered, almost fearful of the answer. Thoughts of Harry being a gang member or drug dealer, or even an arms dealer danced inside her head as she wondered if she could stand to be with a man like that.

"You know how Hermione." he whispered as he watched her face contort with a bevy of thoughts.

"But I don't." She was becoming frustrated. "Please tell me you aren't a drug dealer."

"I told you, I won't lie." He began, causing tears to rush to the walls of her eyes, barely held in check as Harry continued. "I have sold a little here and there, but I never made it a career, it was just to help me get by."

"So you aren't a drug dealer?" She sighed in relief as she watched Harry laugh.

"Helllll naw. I don't sell none of dat shit." He grinned as he watched her face relax.

"Alright, but if I get uncomfortable, can we leave?" She inquired.

"Of course." Harry smiled reassuringly at her. "When ever you want. What ever you want."

"Let's roll." Hermione giggled as Harry leaned out his window to press the call button for the gate. "King Magick." He stated as the man asked for identification.

Immediately the gate swung open allowing their admittance.

"Harry?" Hermione asked as he began to drive towards the house.

"Yea baby?"

"Why do you identify yourself as King Magick?"

"Long story." Harry replied evasively.

"We have all night." Hermione grinned before crossing her legs and arms, a grin on her lips.

"I will tell you when I get the chance tonight. Deal?" Harry smiled as he savored just how stubborn she could be.

"First thing?" Hermione inquired as Harry nodded.

"It's a long story."

"You will be handsomely rewarded."

"Sounds good to me. Harry clapped his hands together after parking the car next to the entrance to the house, a young man coming over to park the car.

"Valet at a house party?" Hermione blinked as she watched Harry tip the young man.

"Ballin out of control." He laughed as he offered her his arm. "Let's go baby."

Hermione was in awe of the house. It had a very modern look, but it seemed to be made of mud bricks.

"Adobe." Harry informed her as he pointed at the walls. "Fletch is a big fan of anything Mexican."

"Fletch?" Hermione inquired, her head slightly tilted.

"My main man, the supplier himself." Harry shrugged as Hermione admired the enormous doors that looked to be made of cactus.

"I feel like I'm in the wild west..." She thought aloud.

"It gets like that around here." Fletch laughed as he walked up to them, having just entered the foyer from what looked like the kitchen.

"King." He nodded, before turning to Hermione. "You are mam?"

"Harry's girlfriend. Hermione Granger." She smiled before shaking his hand.

"Gonna settle the pimp down?" He began, before cutting himself off by pointing to a beautiful tile mosaic of an Aztec warrior on the wall next to them, having spotted Harry's hand gesture to shut the fuck up.

"What?" Hermione tried to get Fletch to repeat himself but he had already walked off with commands to enjoy the party.

"Shall we?" Harry smiled as he led Hermione from the foyer to the largest living room she had ever seen. The wail of a live mariachi band playing in the background filling the air.

"Wow!" She laughed as Harry began introducing her to a flurry of people. By the time they finally found a place to sit and relax, they had been there over an hour.

"I am already tired." Harry laughed Hermione sat in his lap, space at a premium from the sheer number of folks who had shown up for the party.

Hermione was just about to ask Harry about his name again when she was interrupted by a short and squat man with graying hair. "KM?" He had called, snapping Harry's attention to the man immediately. "How are you doing?"

"Good. Good." Harry smiled, offering the man his hand. "How are you doing Sam?"

"I got a little something to show you." He grinned mischievously before withdrawing a black velvet bag from his pocket. "Just finished processing the stuff from a crate of MDMA that came out of a demolished factory in Latvia."

"Pure?" Harry inquired immediately as he prepared to examen the contents of the bag, his hand outstretched, palm open.

"Of course. Except for a few I cut with V." Sam nodded furiously as he struggled with the draw string that sealed the contents away.

"Harry?" Hermione was intently listening to everything being said. "What is MDMA?"

" 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine." Harry stated so quickly Hermione couldn't even keep up.

"O...K." Hermione simply continued to watch as the men spoke.

"You said you cut some with V?" Harry inquired as the man was drawing another sealed bag from within the velvet bag. What looked to be hundreds of white tablets filled the bag, small dots of blue peaking out as well.

"Yes sir. We made this batch in dedication to you and Silver." The man grinned widely as he use a small pocket knife to cut a thin opening in the bag. Allowing a few of the tablets to slide out onto his palm, he ran his fingers over them to show a small design stamped into each pill.

"A bar of silver and a lightning bolt on each side?" Harry laughed raucously, "Genius!" He smiled.

"Thank you." The man grinned. "I hoped you would like this. As a thank you for accepting our desire to sell this on your turf, I would like to gift you a few of the tablets. Perhaps you will find use in this one?" The man smiled as he handed Harry what looked to be a half tablet, partially white on one side and blue and triangular on the other. The small pill looked terribly strange to Hermione.

"Harry. What is this stuff?" Hermione asked again, her curiosity getting the best f her.

"E. X. The Hug Drug." Harry explained as he nonchalantly rattled off the many street names for the pills he now held in his palm, the man having handed him a small baggy.

"22 Percent." Harry stated simply as the man nodded.

"22 percent?" Hermione muttered, trying to figure out what Harry was saying, but before she could ask another question, the man had shaken hands with both of them and walked away happily.

"Harry? What is going on?" Hermione began to question, afraid of what was going on around her.

"22 percent is my cut of his profits. It is a relatively low number, I keep it that way to keep guys like that from selling to kids and near schools." Harry explained to Hermione, her face scrunched up in deep thought.

"So you are selling drugs?" She asked. "I thought you told me you didn't sell drugs."

"I don't." Harry confirmed. "I sell the land he sells his drugs on." Harry tried to word his business in a way Hermione could understand. "See, I control the traffic in my hood, to prevent children and people who don't understand from getting a hold of the drugs."

"I don't get it. I don't see how that makes you any different." Hermione was worrying her lip, wondering if she should leave Harry.

"If I didn't police who got the drugs, it would be sold to kids and other people who shouldn't be receiving it. I do the job the government should be doing." He continued, almost as though he were repeating an old speech. "See, when you ban something, it doesn't disappear. Laws don't end conflict, they just move it to a new stage. When the government outlawed this stuff, they don't care that it still exists." As if to emphasize his point, he held the bag out to her, letting her touch it.

"Now, the people who want to make money off of it, have a lot of restraints removed from them. They can go to jail for selling it to a fifty year old man for just as long as if they sold it to a seven year old child. I make sure they only sell it to people who know what they are getting into." He paused a moment, hoping Hermione would comment.

"So you let them sell their goods... but only to adults?" Hermione questioned slowly, trying to understand Harry's justification.

"Not just that though." Harry continued. "See, there are different levels of drugs." Scratching his head for a moment, he tried to think of a way to explain to her what he meant. "Like... think of it like this. Cocaine is a high risk drug. It causes to much crime, and brings about to many problems. It is a people destroyer. So I don't let them sell it in my neighborhood." Pausing again to allow her to follow him, he finally continued as Hermione had not made to add a comment.

"Now, pure MDMA, or E on the other hand has the same medical and health risks as driving a car." A smile playing on his lips as he saw Hermione's incredulous look on her face. "WHEN it is made properly. This is another reason why I police. Pure MDMA is notoriously difficult to manufacture. You heard Sam, he had to get it from some pharmaceutical company from a failing country."

"I don't see what that has to do with you." Hermione replied before raising a hand. "I get it. You make sure that what ever is being sold is the real stuff right?"

"Exactly. Some people use strychnine and DXM to cut the stuff, and that kills people." Harry nodded, elated to know Hermione was seeing it his way.

"But then, why is it alright for him to cut it with V? What is V?" Hermione tried to think of anything that started with a V that could help a drug work.

"Well see, Extasy makes you want to have sex, but you can't, it makes you limp." Harry explained, "So the little half pills are cut with viagra."

Hermione started to cough she was so startled. "What does that do?" She exclaimed.

"They call it Sextasy." Harry laughed. "It's supposed to be the most bomb ass sex you ever had in yo life."

"Ever tried it?" Hermione's inquisitive nature winning out over the little voice in her head telling her not to ask.

"Nope. Never with V." Harry replied quietly. "His eyes now on the little pills in his hands."

Hermione released a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "So it's safe?"

"Of course." Harry replied. "Wait a second. No. We aren't doing this."

"Oh HO Mr. Potter." Hermione became stern. "If you think you can do things like that without me there right along side you. You have another thing coming. If it's safe enough for you, it had best damn well be safe enough for me."

Harry sighed as he realized Hermione was not going to budge on this issue. "You are to smart to get wrapped up in stuff like this." Harry whispered into her ear, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Not going to work on me Harry." Hermione crossed her arms, her eyes boring into him. "Should we go to a hotel or something?"

"Fuck no. You do this shit right, and protect your self. If this is what you want, we will do it right." Harry growled as he pressed lightly on Hermione's back, motioning for her to get off him.

"Hey Fletch." Harry called as he walked over to the owner of the house. "Me and Hermione are gonna take a trip." He explained as he held up the small bag of pills.

"Alright, you know where the spare bedroom is." Fletch grinned.

"You take the spares, we only need two." Harry handed fletch the package of tablets, minus three, one cut and three pure. "Just keep them around in case we ever want more. Feel free to sample though."

"Thanks." Fletch laughed as he pocketed the baggy. "Have fun you two."

"Come on." Harry took Hermione by the hand before leading her to the kitchen. "We need water. Lots of it." Harry explained as he looked in the pantry, finding a several large fluid containers, Harry filled them from the tap. "Better if it is lukewarm, it will be easier on our stomachs."

"Do this a lot?" Hermione inquired, her previous gung ho attitude beginning to wane as she felt fear pressing in on her stomach again.

"I've seen it done enough to know what works." He replied sternly before handing her two large jugs. "One gallon for each of us. Should be enough."

"Why do we need so much water?" Hermione inquired as Harry led her through the noisy house to a more secluded wing.

"We are going to love this." Harry laughed as he entered the room. The walls were covered in a mosaic of brightly colored tile, a bathroom tucked away behind another cactus wood door. The bed was covered in green silk, a canopy of green hanging over top.

"The floor is cold." Hermione commented as she stepped into the room, the marble floor felt as though it were sucking the warmth of the room right out of the air.

"You'll appreciate it later." Harry laughed as he placed the water bottles on a night stand next to the bed.

"Even if you have to force yourself to drink. Do it. Stay hydrated. If you start to feel really hot, tell me, we will get in the bathtub."

"Is all this necessary?" Hermione asked as she thought about backing out.

"I told you, I don't do things unless I can minimize my risk." Harry explained.

"You never explained why we need to drink so much." Hermione grumbled as Harry began to check the room for something.

"E will dehydrate you. Dehydration can kill you." He stated flatly.

"If you applied yourself like this in class, you would have better grades then me." Hermione laughed. "What are you looking for?"

"Just making sure there aren't any weapons or anything we can hurt our selves on. Like this." Harry held up a butter knife that had fallen behind the bed, before walking to the entrance door, and tossing it out.

"It will make us hurt ourselves?"

"No, but you never know what you might find interesting, and accidentally do to yourself."

"Oh."

Eventually Harry felt satisfied that everything was ready, so he beckoned Hermione to him. "I will break this pill in half, and you place it on your tongue, then I put this whole one on my tongue. Then we kiss, and swap pills. Swallow it, and if you need water, its right there." Harry pointed as he cracked one of the pills in half.

"What about the sextasy?" Hermione asked as she noticed Harry had placed that pill next to the bed.

"I'll take it when we are ready."

Hermione tried to mentally calm herself by taking three deep breaths before allowing Harry to place the tiny tablet on her tongue. Fighting the urge to spit it out, she allowed Harry to lean forward. "What I would do for you." She thought as his tongue gently pressed within her mouth, the trade happening naturally as they explored each others mouth.

"Mmmm." Harry crooned as he basked in his lovers touch, her soft lips pressed against his, he quickly found the half pill and swallowed it while they were still locked in an embrace.

Hermione on the other hand had a bit of trouble before finally swallowing her pill, needing a sip of water to keep from gagging. "It tastes bitter. It's like swallowing a pill made from baking soda."

Harry simply grinned before beckoning her to him. The desire to kiss her lips coming over him again. "It'll take around twenty minutes for the come up to finish." He whispered as he began to lick her ear and neck.

"What is a come up?" She breathed huskily as Harry began to suck on the spot where her jaw connected to her skull.

"Twenty minutes till we start rolling. The trip lasts around two hours, and then it'll be sleepy time."

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