By the time Harry came down from his high it was time for potions class with Snape. He didn't even bother cleaning the blood or feces from himself. Harry popped some X and went to class. Harry couldn't help but touch everything on the way there, whether it was students or paintings. He wished so badly that the ghosts were there but they had been expelled from the school for the remainder of the year until the ministry of magic gives them the OK to come back. Touching a ghost would be fun, impossible, but fun.
It felt like only a minute as Harry Potter stumbled through the hallway, but in reality it had been 45 minutes or so. He finally found his way into class and walked in as casually as he knew how, especially since time meant nothing to him in this state of mind. Harry had never taken ecstasy and he wondered how long the effects would last, assuming the drug wasn't magically enhanced.
"You're late Mr. Potter" hissed Snape as Harry found his chair and plopped in it.
"I am not late, Snape" said Harry, suddenly realizing his own joke and getting a chuckle out of it.
"I can either assume that you are high Mr. Potter or that you have killed what remain of your brain cells from prolonged exposure to drugs" said Snape icily.
"I'm Not High! YOU'RE HIGH!" yelled Harry as he jumped on his desk and fell over as the desk tipped.
"Well Mr. Potter, you never cease to amaze the class with your doped up dazed and confused state of mind. Now get back in your chair and pretend to learn something, inbred."
"DoN't FUCkinG TeLL mE WHaT tO Do! I'M oN ThE EDgE HeRE AsSHOLE!" yelled Harry from his position on the floor. "I never realized how good the floor feels…"
After 15 minutes of laying on the floor singing to himself, Snape finally kicked Harry out of his class. Harry passed by a mirror and noticed that his pupils had dilated so badly that the white in his eyes were no longer visible. He also noticed that while walking by a window, he could see two people having sex.
Harry moved in closer to get a better view and saw immediately that it was the janitor. He adjusted his eyes and saw Hermione bent over screaming in the sound proof room. Harry thought about what he should do for a moment then decided on what he wants to do. He decided to watch. Harry dropped his pants and began tending to himself while watching the show.
What felt like hours was only minutes. Class finally let out and students poured into the hall. Harry was concentrating too hard on the show to realize that students were crowding in around him with utter confusion and repulsion as he stroked himself. After a few minutes Harry could feel himself on the verge of eruption. Someone grabbed him and turned him around to face them when Harry shot himself off. Hagrid coughed as semen shot into his face and eyes. The half giant began at once to wipe it off.
"Well There 'Arry, I 'aven't been shot like that since last week when Buckbeak….. eh err…nevermind" said Hagrid bashfully. "Look, er.. You need to get out of here before a teacher catches you with yer pants down."
"But…" Replied Harry as he turned back to the window which was now empty. "Maybe you're right Hagrid" said Harry as he pulled up his pants and walked away.