Marijuana is a drug I have an opinion on but I'm not going to state it clearly. You'll have to weed it out of my ramblings. Well, it's far more obvious than I would have liked. Oh well…

WARNINGS: More intoxicated Elves, some mention of snogging, and of course there's drug use.

Passing the torch

It was very reasonable in McFinney's mind that he be allowed to complete his experiments. It was, after all, a scientific hypothesis and needed to be finished. That's why he clearly couldn't understand why he was called into Dumbledore's office after the incident with the Shrooms and told, in no few words, that while he found the reactions hilarious, he couldn't allow McFinney to experiment on the students and faculty. Some of the students were still feeling the affects and it was harming their studies.

Upon inquiring as to why Dumbledore (and Hagrid for that matter) were unaffected by the dosage of McFinney's Shroom potion, Dumbledore (smugly in McFinney's opinion) stated that he had dabbled in a bit of Muggle drugs in the past and such a low amount had little effect on him anymore. It was understandable but what the Headmaster wasn't aware of was that his admission had spurred McFinney more in his pursuit to find a stronger drug than Muggles. What he wanted now was to find the drug that will get Dumbledore out of his wits. It was McFinney's knew mission in life.

Ambling in the halls after his discussion with the headmaster, Tidus McFinney came upon a great idea when he walked past a lighted sconce on the wall. He eyed the flames with interest before letting a thin smile grace his lips. Everyone walked through these halls and everyone was dependant on the flames for light. It was a perfect plan and he had just the person to convince to help him. He needed the attention of the Headmaster off of him while this was underway so Draco Malfoy would have to do all the leg work this time. Draco was just the over eager person to take the heat when this was underway.

Draco could also get high quality booze. It allied the house elves to their cause almost without having to convince them with anything else. They also had to allow the elves to try out their experiments. The last one was a hit. Draco set about pulling the next "prank" (McFinney was unimpressed with the word but, whatever; it was Draco's thing at the moment. He had to be innocent.).

"You pour this in everything that produces a flame. You can replace the oil in lamps with it as well." Draco instructed a small army of intoxicated house elves with immense patience. He tried to ignore the couple in the back as they snogged without shame. "There's plenty here so be thorough."

McFinney was grudgingly impressed with the way Draco was handling things. He was a born schemer. He even formulated the concoction. It was amazing really. No odor, no taste; it was practically undetectable. McFinney had only thought of the method, Draco filled in the rest. At the moment, McFinney hid behind his drug book as he listened to Draco instruct their co-conspirators. As the Elves popped out of the room and back to their duties (with added work now), Draco turned to McFinney and grinned.

"I want to see how this will affect Potter. Last time he seemed to be having too much fun."

"Yes, that was curious…" Tidus McFinney muttered. He flipped through the pages. "I think I read that it all depends on the person and the situation. Potter just got lucky and didn't freak out like everyone else did."

"What's this thing we're doing now going to affect? The same thing? Are they going to see strange things again?" Draco asked as he lit a fire to get warm. He didn't notice the house elf disappear from that area only moments before.

"I don't think so…" McFinney scanned the pages again. "The effects of this particular Muggle drug is calming but it also gives you the feeling of being 'high'. Don't know what that means…"

"It makes them fly?" Draco asked. "I didn't know Muggles could fly!"

"Muggles…?" McFinney looked at Draco and then burst out laughing. "Flying Muggles!"

Draco started laughing too and flapped his arms as he mocked the idea of flying Muggles. Tidus thought it was hilarious but wasn't sure why. Soon they calmed down and stared into the fire. They were both in a contemplative mood for some reason.

"You know, it's not like I don't like him." Draco said out of nowhere.

"What? Who?" McFinney asked completely taken back by the randomness. It was like Draco started the conversation in the middle.

"Potter. Keep up, man." Draco rolled his eyes. "It's not like I hate him or anything. I just don't understand why he doesn't admire me."

"Good point. He should."

"I know!" Draco said enthusiastically. "He should beg me to want him."

"Makes sense." McFinney nodded thoughtfully. "He's stupid if he doesn't. You should kick him in the knee when you see him next. To show him how stupid he is."

"Yeah!" Draco proclaimed. "I really should!"

The two boys were silent for a while again. The fire was really pretty.

"I'm glad we found time to bond like this." Draco mumbled after a while. He was having trouble opening his eyes all the way. Oh well…

"Yeah, this was cool." McFinney smiled lazily. "I'm hungry; you want to sneak down to the kitchens?"

"Okay." Draco said and got up.

The two Slytherins didn't piece together the fire roaring in the fireplace with their new Wizard drug. In all honestly, they seriously didn't care.

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Hermione was having a very difficult time studying. She would find herself pausing on a particularly funny word and snickering. It was most disconcerting. She turned up her lantern to get a better light but the words on the page didn't seem entertaining anymore. She looked up to see Ron and Harry in what appeared to be a highly animated game of charades. Harry was standing Karate Kid style on a nearby desk while Ron popped frog after chocolate frog in his mouth, their little chocolate legs twitching in an effort to jump.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Hermione giggled.

"Hurry's gunna schow us wat he's gunna do to Malfuy." Ron said with chocolate frog legs moving around in his mouth. It was highly disturbing and made Hermione laugh loudly at the sight.

"I'm going to tackle him!" Harry demonstrated on Ron, who grunted in protest. Harry sighed and rested his forehead on Ron's chest. "He's better when he's sitting still and silent."

"Who? Ron? I agree." Hermione nodded wholeheartedly.

"Hey!" Ron protested in vain.

"No. Malfoy." Harry sat up, still straddling Ron.

"That's Ron!" Hermione pointed at the redhead and squealed with laughter, successfully falling down in the process. What was with them? Hermione couldn't help but feel happy. It was rather odd.

"Well, if it WAS Malfoy, I would do just this!" Harry said indignantly. Both Ron and Hermione erupted in a whole knew bout of laughter.

"Really? You'd do this? This right here?" Ron said, gasping for breath and indicating where Harry was sitting. Harry immediately sprung off Ron with a blush covering his face.

"Well, no…not exactly that per say…" Harry rubbed his neck with embarrassment.

"I'm hungry." Hermione declared. She had already forgotten the humorous situation moments before and opted for munching next. The trio whole heartedly agreed to travel down to the kitchens for a snack.

What they found was a totally perplexed group of equally hungry students as they entered the kitchen area. What they saw next would equally perplex them.

Hagrid was eating large amounts of food while clapping a congratulatory hand on Draco Malfoy's back (Causing said boy to flinch at the strength of the blow). Several house elves were draped over each other in various degrees of drunkenness. Some even less dressed than normal…

"Gotta 'and it to ya, boys! You know 'ow ta give an old man a good time!" Hagrid boasted, causing Draco's eyes to widen comically at what such a comment may illustrate. He scanned the crowd with panic until they met Harry's.

"It's not what he says! He's mad with the drug!" Draco announced to the group loudly. Meanwhile, McFinney was having a good old time laughing his ass off at Draco's expense.

Despite Hagrid's joy at finding a rather pleasing drug, made with love by Draco Malfoy, the effects of everyone getting high the previous night caused the next day to be exceptionally hard. No one did their homework. NO ONE! The faculty had no clue how to handle a full student body who slacked on homework. So they gave everyone a pop quiz. On the upside, many new bands were formulated. They strummed their guitars with gusto in every nook and cranny available. Poets were born, artists found inspiration and Hermione, for once, didn't feel like opening a book.

In the Slytherin common room, Draco and McFinney brain stormed on what else they could do next. The drug book in McFinney's hand was dog-eared on several pages. They weren't caught this time by the faculty (or Headmaster Dumbledore) but they were now fighting to sell the concoction Draco made to students. It seemed that this particular drug was far more popular than the previous.