A/N: A REVIEWER YAY

A/N: A REVIEWER YAY!!

Thank You's and Dedications: ProcrastinatingPyro99 or something like that, I really don't remember but right now I am writing in the car so I can't go on the internet and check :)

Warnings: Language as usual, I am basically a truck driver if you catch my drift lol.

"Oh my god," Marissa said after the potion did it's magic (A/n: Pun intended), "That was so much fun."

Lavender threw her hands up, "What did I tell you newbie?"

Lavender walked over to Marissa and gave her a noogie.

"Thanks Lavender," Marissa said fixing her hair.

"Anytime Newbie," Lavender said laughing. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a locket. "This," Lavender began, "Has a picture of all of us in here." When she said, "All of us," she brought her hands in a circle to Pavarti and Hermione.

"You will earn your spot in here as we all did," Pavarti said.

"Good luck Newbie," Hermione said.

The three girls stood up and walked out of the Girls' Dormitory.

Marissa felt a feeling deep within her stomach; a feeling that told her that she was doing something stupid. But she wanted so bad to fit in that she ignored the feeling and walked down the steps out of the safe Girls' Dormitory and into the feeding grounds known as Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hey baby," Ron said slinging his arm over Marissa's neck.

"Hey babe," Marissa said cheerfully, "How are you?"

"Fabulous," Ron said then dropped his voice to a low tone, "Especially after last night."

Marissa smirked, "I live to please you, Mr. Weasley."

She stood on her toes and kissed Ron fully on the lips. She licked the outside of his lips and he allowed her in. Their tongues fought for dominance in one another's mouth.

"Ew, break it up," Dean said pulling the two young lovers apart from one another.

"I hate you," Ron said looking to Dean and crossing his arms.

"You are such a whiner, Ron," Dean said in reply.

"I am not," The red head said whining.

"Honey, you aren't helping your case here," Marissa said laughing at her boyfriends antics.

Ron just walked away towards the Great Hall.

"Why did you pick him," Dean asked looking at Marissa as if she were insane.

"Why not?" Marissa replied.

"What's your first class?" Ron asked pulling the piece of parchment from Marissa's grasp.

"Ew, Potions," Ron said reading the piece of paper.

"Thanks for the encouragement, Ron," Marissa said laughing.

"Anytime," Ron said kissing his one and only.

"What do you have first?" Marissa asked peeking over his shoulder to read his schedule.

"Transfiguration," Ron said simply.

"Uh," Marissa said making a face, "Lucky."

The rest of lunch Marissa pouted for the fact that she would have to deal with nauseating fumes and Ron would have fun changing quills into canaries.

"Today," Snape said so slowly Marissa thought that she would turn twenty before the man finished, "We will be making the Sleeping Draught."

Marissa hated making this particular potion, it was extremely confusing.

"Miss Beaumont," Snape said walking over to Marissa, "Your partner shall be Miss Bones."

A red head walked over to Marissa. They both nodded at one another in acknowledgement.

"Access use of this Potion," The professor hummed, "Can cause dependence."

Three Weeks Later…

Marissa gagged and put her head in the toilet bowl to release the contents of her stomach for the third time that day.

"Fuck," She said leaning back against the bathroom stall door.

For the past week she had been throwing up and even the smell of food had caused her to gag.

Marissa brought herself to her hands and knees. For a while she kneeled there thinking about skipping Potions and Charms altogether. Soon she brought herself up straight.

Walking to the mirror she looked at her appearance for the first time in a long time. The drug use and lack of sleep were clearly written on her face in the form of dark blue circles. Her deep auburn hair was thin and ratty looking. Her teeth weren't as pearly as usual, they were somewhat yellow; the smoking and sickness obviously taking a toll on her exterior.

She slowly dragged herself to Potions.

"Ah Miss Beaumont," Professor Snape said as Marissa opened the door, "You finally thought to join us."

Marissa kept her head bent and her eyes focused on the ground.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now get to work, we are making the Felix Felicitous potion."

Marissa curtly nodded and walked over to her bench next to Susan.

"Why were you late," Susan asked worry etched in her soft features.

"Long story," Marissa said chopping up the dried tea leaves.

When the smell of the leaves reached Marissa's naval cavities she felt the room start to spin. Soon black splotches started to blur her vision.

"Miss Beaumont," Were the last words Marissa heard before passing out into the darkness.