Draco rolled over onto his side and stared at Harry who was intently looking at the sky, his pupils dilated, his face washed out. He looked like a cartoon character. Draco reached out to touch his face, as his fingers brushed Harry's cheek his skin rippled like water. Draco's eyes widened and he ran his fingers down his face, watching it move like water.
"You're face is water."
"I know." Harry replied, keeping his eyes on the sky, barely feeling Draco's fingers trailing across his face. He reached up and felt the sky, tasting the robins-egg blue of the sky. It melted in his mouth, swirling around in his head, when he closed his eyes he could see it there, taste it there. They'd taken shrooms, the amanita muscaria variety, an hour ago and Harry was tripping hard. The clouds shifted in the skies and he saw his parents there, his mother winked at him.
"I can see my parents. There in the clouds."
"They are the clouds." Draco tapped Harry's nose, watching as his whole face distort. "That's what happens when people die, they turn into clouds."
"Yeah. They're always talking to us, the wind carries their voices. But people's minds are always too clogged up that they can't hear them. If they just cleared out all the bullshit of life that clutters their brain and just listened they would hear them." Draco nodded, pressing his palms against Harry's head, his fingers disappearing beneath Harry's masses of hair.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked softly, closing his eyes again.
"I'm putting my hands into your head so that I can read your mind."
"I see them there, I can feel them. You're reading my mind right now, aren't you?"
"Yes, you were thinking about how the birds fly into the clouds and sing the messages from the living to the dead."
"Exactly. How we unconsciously give them messages to deliver, that's why carrier pigeons worked, because that's their job." The lapsed into silence, Draco removed his hands from Harry's head and watched the bark on the tree running down like a waterfall. They were behind the tool shed next to the Forbidden forest, lying on the grass. Draco's right cheek was bruised and his lip cracked and caked with dry blood from the fight they'd had early that morning. Neither of them noticed Hermione approaching.
"Harry, Harry! What the hell are you doing out here and with Malfoy." She saw the bruise on Draco and glared down at them, her hands on her hips. "Were you two fighting again? Christ. How many times do I have to tell you Harry? He just isn't worth it. Just come on, let's go, we're supposed to be studying with Dean, Seamus, and Lavender for the potions test, remember?"
Harry sat up but didn't say anything, completely overwhelmed by her. He turned and looked at Draco, but Draco wasn't any help, he was just sitting there, his eyes distractedly adverted on the grass. Harry looked down at the grass and blinked, there were letters forming. He knew Draco was trying to send him a message in the grass, it wasn't English, but he could understand it.
"What's wrong Harry? Do you need to go to the infirmary?" Slowly he looked up at Hermione, but he couldn't say anything to her. She was so hostile, it made him nervous. She pulled him up by his arm and stared at him, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Your pupils are really dilated." Harry twitched, he wanted get away from her, but he couldn't, her hand was gripping him like iron. His eyes flashed back at Draco who was looking at him intently. He didn't know what to say to her or how to, she wouldn't understand, she would see right through him, she would try to take him away from his body.
"What the fuck did you do to him Malfoy? Did you poison him or something?" Malfoy didn't answer her, instead he moved towards Harry, stepping behind him to shield himself from Hermione.
"It's really hostile here." He said to Harry, hoping that she wouldn't hear him.
"Look, if you two don't tell me what's going on—"
"Oy! Hermione, come on! The study group needs you!" Seamus waved his arms, coming towards him. Draco backed up until he was completely behind Harry. Hermione took one last withering glance at Draco before grabbing Harry by the hand and walking towards Seamus. Harry followed helplessly. Draco watched as the castle swallowed them up. He knew that Harry had at least four more hours worth of tripping and at least two hours for coming down. He also knew it was near impossible to talk to people who weren't on shrooms, and since this was Harry's first time he was worried it would turn into a bad trip. But there wasn't anything he could do; he wouldn't be any help to Harry, not when he was in that condition.
Paranoia took over Harry, all the students around him were hostile and unwelcoming, he didn't know what to do when they spoke to him, and the walls kept moving, something was in them. The bookshelves in the library were breathing hard and it was shaking the books which threatened to fall at any moment. He sat down in the chair that Hermione pulled out for him, he didn't say anything when the group greeted him with 'hello's' and 'how are you's'. His mouth went dry and he felt trapped. He was confused, he didn't understand why his friends had captured him and were now holding him hostage.
"Harry's a little out of it; he had a fight with Malfoy. I think the ferret hit him with some sort of hex, I don't now. He just seems really disoriented, maybe a distraction spell or confusion spell."
"Damned Slytherin. We should—" He gave Harry a strange look, cocking his head to the side. Harry was looking at his book, but kept looking up, his eyes seemingly following nothing but his hands reached out to grab it none the less. Seamus looked over to Hermione who just shook her head and opened her potions book.
"Maybe one of you should walk him back to the dorms. He won't be any use here and he sure as hell won't get anything out of it." Dean volunteered, wanting to get out of studying potions. He escorted Harry up to the tower, watching the boy in amusement and concern. He led Harry to his bed. Harry lay down and spent the remainder of his trip isolated within himself, boxed in by his four poster bed that kept away everyone who wanted to harm him.
Ron drew open Harry's curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood in. Harry shifted and moaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, shielding them.
"How are you feeling today, mate?" He peered down at Harry, his face exploded with freckles, his hair invariably fire red illuminated in the morning light. His nose wagged in concern for Harry.
"I feel like fucking…I'm just tired, Ron. Close the goddamned…" He trailed off, rubbing his palms into his eyes.
"'Lest you can talk today. Oh, and Hermione said to check your eyes, said they were all fucked up yesterday. Lemme see." Harry removed his arm and peered at Ron impatiently.
"There, okay, there is nothing weird about my eyes." He threw himself around and covered his head with a pillow. "Now close those goddamned curtains." Harry growled, muffled by the pillow over his head.
"It's time for breakfast, mate."
"Fuck off." Ron closed the curtains slowly, watching Harry closely.
"Just stay away from Malfoy for a while, alright?" Harry listened as Ron left, lifting the pillow from his head. When he heard the door close and the voices disappear down the stairwell he threw down the pillow, curled up and went to sleep.
"Harry, hey, Pothead!" Draco reached out and grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him close to his face, their noses nearly touching. He sneered. "Why don't you respond? It's rude, didn't anyone teach you proper etiquette?"
"Sod off Malfoy." Harry tried to pull away but Draco had forced him into a corner hidden behind a statue of some wizard.
"Potter, Potter, Potter." Draco slid his tongue inside Harry's ear. His eyes went wide with shock and his hands moved to Draco's chest, pushing hard. "Don't fight it, don't you find me absolutely, undeniably sexually intriguing?"
They kissed, Draco pressed his lips forcibly onto Harry's, smirking into the kiss. Harry violently shook Draco, trying to pry him off, while maintaining the kiss. His tongue slipped into Draco's mouth as he punched Draco in the stomach. As Draco began to lose himself in the kiss he let down his guard, giving Harry the chance to throw him across the hall. Draco's thin, lithe body crashed against the stone wall, seemingly coming out of nowhere. The students jumped out of the way in surprise, gathering around him, peering down at the blonde slumped against the wall. They parted as Harry pushed his way through, picking Draco up by the front of his robes, turning him around and smashing his face into the wall. The people around them gasped, nearly in unison, Harry twitched his head around and glared. He pressed Draco hard against the wall, digging his knee into his back, grinding it. He smashed his head against the wall again, and then once more. Draco was crying, wiggling against Harry, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out. He felt himself being tossed to the floor; he looked up and saw Harry starting to walk away, a girl screamed when she saw Draco's face. He composed himself, wiping the blood from his eyes.
"Well, well, Pothead, all this pent up primal lust you have!" He spit, his limbs shaking as he attempted to pull himself up. "Where are you going?" He got to his feet, swaying, his head rolling. "Coward! Why don't you just come finish the job, huh? Why the fuck don't you just fucking kill me? Come back."
Harry turned on his heels and stalked back to Draco, wrapping his arms around him, helping him stand.
"You're making a fool of yourself." Draco looked at Harry incredulously.
"I'm making a fool of myself? You're the one who attacked me in front of the whole student body with such animalistic violence for no fucking reason."
"No reason! No bloody reason! You're the one who—" He was cut off by Draco smashing his lips against his. He pushed him against the wall, tasting his blood, saliva, tears, and snot. He kissed him ferociously, biting his bottom lip, tearing it. Draco's mouth filled with fresh, coppery, warm blood. He grabbed the back of Harry's head, running his hands through his hair, pulling it, raking his finger tips over the scalp.
"Harry!" Hermione screeched, grabbing Harry's robes and pulling him off the other boy. Draco stumbled, falling to his knees. Harry tried to kneel down and help him but Hermione's firm grip, now combined with Ron's kept him up.
"What the hell were you doing, Harry?" She didn't know what to do with him, she was furious, her nostrils flared; her face was pulled so tightly it was turning white. Her eyes landed on Draco whose face was mashed into a bloody pulp, nausea swept through her.
"You didn't do that to him, did you Harry?" Harry only nodded, prying himself free and kneeling down next to Draco. He ran his fingers gingerly through his hair, brushing them against a large, bloody bump. Draco flinched.
"Do you want me to heal you?" Draco nodded slowly, looking up at Harry. Harry pulled out his wand and began to heal Draco's wounds.
"Harry mate, you did this to him?" Ron said gently, squatting down next to Harry, his hand on his shoulder. Harry ignored him. "That's what all these people are saying. Harry, you could get expelled for something like this. You're lucky a professor hasn't already come….Lets get out of here, okay."
"I have to finish healing him."
"Harry, you can heal him somewhere else, if a professor catches you and him, with him looking like that, you'll, you'll, I doubt even Dumbledore could save your ass. Come on, let's get out of here." Ron had a quiet desperation laced with fear in his voice.
"Okay, okay. Help me with him." Ron and Harry picked him up; Harry wrapped his arm around his waist. Draco's head rested against Harry's shoulder, nuzzling against his neck, his hair brushing his cheek. Hermione followed, quietly confused, her hands stuffed in her pockets.