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I Write For Me

Hermione had fallen asleep long ago, Dumbledore's book in her lap. Harry sat next to one of the windows that had been blocked.

"So we're on stand by?" Draco asked. "How boring…"

"If you haven't noticed already," Ron said. "We've been on standby all evening."

"What time do you think it is?" Harry asked. He examined Dumbledore's walls and found all of them absent of a clock.

"Somewhere around midnight," Draco said. "I wonder what's taking the old man so long to get back here and let us out."

"Uh…I don't know. He's only busy with defending the school from your insane father and probably a million other things after that."

"Shut it Weasel. I don't need your sarcasm," Draco snapped, fiddling absent mindedly with one of Dumbledore's metal contraptions on his desk.

"Really? Because I believe I've been telling you I don't need yours for the past four years," Ron grumbled. "You haven't listened yet."

"Yes well, I don't listen to muggle lovers," Draco said. "That's probably why I've never heard you bitch about it. Besides, my sarcasm is witty."

Ron rolled his eyes and dug around in his bag. Draco took one of the wizard's cigarettes out of his pack and put it in his mouth.

"Mind if I smoke?" he asked.

"You smoke?" Harry asked.

"Yes but it's not harmful like muggle cigarettes. I don't know how those idiots can smoke tobacco. It smells like road kill," Draco sniffed. He muttered a spell that made a small flame appear on the tip of his wand. The cigarette caught and began to burn, red smoke erupting from the tip.

"Can I have one?" Ron asked. Draco looked up in surprise. He tossed Weasley the pack over the desk.

"You ever smoked one of those before?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"No, but Fred and George always do and I've always wanted to see what they like so much about it," Ron muttered. He put the cigarette between his lips.

"Careful," Draco said leaning forward. "It's a bit of a rush if you've never had one before… Take it in slow."

"Yeah, yeah," Ron muttered the spell necessary to light the cigarette. Blue smoke erupted from the end. Ron inhaled and immediately started hacking.

"I told you to take it in slow," Draco muttered leaning back in his seat.

"What the hell is in this?" Ron managed to cough out.

"I don't really know," Draco said, scratching his head with the tip of his wand. "All I know is it tastes really good once you get used to it."

Ron handed the cigarette to Harry who looked at him uncertainly.

"Go on then," Draco said, enjoying corrupting the wonder boys. Harry did as he was told and took a puff, very slowly. Coughing didn't follow his inhalation of the wizard smoke. He raised his eyebrows.

"That's not bad," he said, handing the cigarette back to Ron, who tried again. This time he did it slow and found that the smoke tasted vaguely sweet… It smelled sweet as well but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"What are you doing?" came a groggy female voice from the corner. Hermione sat up, and placed the book on the table next to her.

"We're enjoying a smoke Hermi-one," Ron said, leaning back grinning at her. Her eyes widened.

"Did you give him a wizard cigarette?" she asked Malfoy. He nodded, looking extremely relaxed, red and blue smoke clouding the air all around him. Some had begun to turn purple.

"Lord," Hermione snapped, before spreading out on Dumbledore's couch. "That's the equivalent to muggle herbs and illegal substances."

"What kind of muggle herbs?" Draco asked curiously.

"Marijuana," Harry piped up.

"No wonder Gred and Feorge like it so much!" Ron exclaimed. Then his freckled face brightened up. "Vanilla!" he cried.

"Lighten up Granger," Draco said. "He's not hurting anybody."

"Boys," Hermione grumbled. "You know it may be common for you and your Slytherin buddies to get high of off your asses and then butt heads while wearing lamp shades, but Harry and Ron don't do that!"

"Apparently they do," Draco said. "Although they haven't put lamp shades on yet. And for your information, when the head butting does happen, I do not participate."

"Sure," Hermione snapped, rolling her eyes.

"And mess up my hair? You wish muggle born," Draco said groggily. She looked up at him in shock, and found him leaning back in Dumbledore's leather chair, his eyes closed.

"I think smoking that has finally done something to your brain, Malfoy," Hermione said.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"You just called me a-"

"Muggle born?" Draco asked. "That is what you are isn't it?"

Hermione was dumbfounded. She leaned back against one of the couch cushions and shut her eyes. The smoke in the air was beginning to get to her.

"I wish we could open a window," she said, her head slowly beginning to drift.

"And let all of the good smelling smoke out?" Draco asked. "What a waste! Granger, just enjoy the incense alright?"

"Really, Hermininny…Hermioninny…oh forget it. Lighten up Hermy," Ron slurred.

Harry took his glasses off and placed them on Dumbledore's desk.

"You know if Dumbledore catches you guys doing this your going to be in trouble. Those cigarettes aren't allowed on school grounds," she nagged.

"Yes mother," Draco mocked. "Besides, I don't think he'll be back any time soon. Ron here says he's out there saving the world against my insane father, and he also has a million other things to do after that."

"It's true," Ron said. "He does."

"See? So I don't think we'll get caught," Draco replied.

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Dumbledore patrolled the halls, his wand in his right hand. Every so often he came across another teacher. The Death Eaters had set up camp. Trelawney had seen it through her crystal ball, which had been set up as a sort of surveillance camera around the school grounds. She said there were about sixty men on the grass. Right now, Dumbledore's only goal was to keep the sleeping children safe from anyone who meant to harm them.

For the first time in his career, he had to use that blasted alarm. He'd wished, when he'd had it installed, that he never would. His amulet burned brightly, telling him the enemy was still near and he remembered Hagrid. He was afraid that they would try to ambush the kind-hearted giant. He'd hoped Hagrid had taken refuge in the forest, and that the Death Eaters wouldn't get brave enough to venture in looking for any body who might have wondered from the school.

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Lucius Malfoy lay awake, staring up at the stars. This wasn't the first time he'd slept among the elements. The last of the camp fires had burned out not too long ago and his men seemed to be awake still as well. Some whispered to each other, other's sat reading or cleaning their wands. They wanted to penetrate the walls of Hogwarts just as bad as Lucius wanted it. To test out the skills of its students, even though he was fairly confidant many would fall by his hand.

He knew his son was somewhere in that building locked away from him. He was quite sure the little wimp was quite relieved there was such a powerful shield between him and his father. Lucius wanted words with that boy. He hadn't bred a coward, although he was sure that's what Draco had turned into. He always knew that Draco was soft in nature. When he was small he used to try and flatter Lucius by being tough and intimidating when it came to Crabbe and Goyle. In turn he'd formed his own armor against the world. Those boys would take bullets for Draco. But Lucius knew he never really had the tools to be like he himself. He blamed it on Narcissa. She babied Draco too much.

Lucius felt his fist clench.

He supposed he would test Draco's skills as well, when they found a way in. He would for once and for all put Draco in his place.

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"That's nothing Weasley," Draco said. "I was abused as a child!"

"Yes well at least you could eat every day," Ron snapped.

"Sometimes I wouldn't!" Draco said. "It was a punishment. My father would have the house elves eat their meals in front of me! Just so he could see me suffer."

"Yup," Harry muttered. "Can't say my Uncle ever did that to me… He did make me sleep in a broom cupboard for most of my life though."

"Yes well my father used to make me gargle with Listerine as a punishment," Hermione said. She had taken off her robes and was left in a black tank top and boy briefs. She'd long since given up trying not to breathe, and found the scented smoke to be quite fun.

Her excuse for stripping was, "Damn it's hot in here, don't you think?"

"Listerine?" Ron asked.

"That stuff is harsh!" Harry said. "It's all minty but it burns like liquid fire in your mouth and all you want to do is spit it out but you can't because if you do you won't kill all the germs in your mouth!"

"Listerine?" Ron echoed.

"It's a muggle disinfectant," Hermione explained. "My parents are both dentists."

"I've heard of those!" Draco said. "They drill your teeth and stuff right?"

"Sometimes," Hermione said.

There were four wizard cigarettes in an ashtray on Dumbledore's desk, which Hermione had conjured.

"But yes, a broom cupboard Potter? Now that's one harsh living environment!" Draco replied.

"I used to talk to the spiders," Harry confessed. "They were my only friends…"

"What about that pig in a wig you talked about?" Draco asked.

"Dudley?" Harry said. "Yeah right. He used to steal my bacon!"

"My father used to do that," Draco said thoughtfully. "Until I bit his hand…"

The four stared at each other in wonder.

"What is it we were talking about again?" Harry asked.

A/N: Yes so. Sort of in a silly mood when I wrote this and terribly bored. Hope you liked it. If you want me to continue writing leave a review:D