A/N: Wow, it's been a while. I almost completely forgot about this story!!! I'm so so sorry. Forgive me. And I know this whole story might not have a lot to do with magic…but I like using the characters. I know it's not all about magic; I've already been criticized about that. And in this chapter, THERE IS A DRUG REFERENCE so don't read it if you'll get offended. I do not do any drugs, though a have one friend who does, and who had told me all about it, hence my small amount of knowledge written in this chapter. And sorry it's short. Leave a review and give me ideas!! Thanks!
Chapter Five
I'm Not A Bad Girl
"Shh, be quiet!" Chad said, but couldn't help but laughing himself. Hermione giggled and put her arm around Chad's shoulders. They both were trying to be quiet as they made their way back to Chad's room, both slightly drunk.. Chad whispered something to his door, and it opened. Hermione ran into the room and jumped onto the bed, then sat cross-legged, bouncing up and down. Chad shut his door, whispered a locking spell, then went over to his suitcase and dug around for a little, before pulling out a small clear bag of something.
"Chad, what's that?" Hermione asked. Chad smiled.
"You'll see."
Chad then pulled out a small water bottle from the trashcan he had next to his bed.
"This is the best I can do on short notice. I didn't think I'd be using my stash until later this week." he murmured, mostly to himself. He then found some aluminum foil and made a small bowl shape over where the cap for the water bottle should be. He then poked small holes in the bottom of the bowl. The water bottle was no bigger than what could hold a pint, about the size of a fist. Chad took his pocketknife and cut a small hole near the bottom and a smaller one near the top on opposite sides of the bottle.
"Chad..?"
"Ever smoked babe?" he asked with a small smile.
"Well, I had a cigarette once but that's it."
"Well then this won't be too bad. Different taste though." He pulled out a small pinch of the pot in the bag and placed it in the bowl. "Now, I'm going to take the first hit, but I'll keep my finger over the shotgun hole. When I'm done, I'll put it to your lips and you can take the rest once I get my finger off the hole. But you have to breathe in deep, and hold it, okay?" Hermione nodded. Chad put the bottle to his mouth, holding it with his left hand, and took his lighter out of his pocket with his right hand. Holding it to the bowl, he lit it, and Hermione saw smoke starting to form in the bottle. Chad then handed the bottle to Hermione. She put her lips to the hole and took a deep breath.