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Summary: She does a very Muggle thing with very Muggle consequences.
Warning: Contains adult situations (i.e. drugs, language, sex).
Crystal Clear
And by embarrassed, I mean mortified. The trip home was awful and tense. I'm sure I've never felt so awkward before in my life. Evidently Rosie felt the same, because she didn't call or stop by anymore that summer. It was kind of insulting at first but certainly understandable. So I let it go. It's not like I was going out of my way to seek her out either.
But the embarrassment I suffered didn't stop me from going back later that very same week. Wayne's face turned a bright red when he recognized me. I'm sure my face resembled a tomato as well. He opened the door wider and let me inside. His apartment was still as clean as before.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, a bit concerned. Though, I couldn't fathom as to why.
"I was hoping that I would be able to purchase some," I paused and crinkled my nose at the phrase that was about to leave my mouth, "Scooby Snacks."
He gave a small chuckle. "It's meth you're looking for."
"Oh," was the only response I could come up with.
"How much do you want?"
"How much will last a semester?"
He raised a brow at that and appeared to be doing the math in his head. "I'm afraid I don't have that much now, but I can get some in by," he paused to think again, "Tuesday."
I nodded.
"Care to do a line in the mean time?"
I smiled at his offer. "Of course."
Crystal Clear
I left his apartment as soon as I gained consciousness again after I came down from my "high." I stared up at my ceiling as the words replayed themselves over and over again in my aching, throbbing head.
"Say my name, you fucking cunt."
"Ah!"
"Say it!"
"Wa-"
"Say it!"
"Wayne!"
"Fuck. You're so tight."
"Ah! Harder!"
"You're such a slut, such a dirty slut. You like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Ah! Y-Yes! Fuck me harder!"
I shook my head. He explained that it was an affect of the drug during our lengthy and informative talk. In the same way that I couldn't stop talking in the beginning, I would get extremely "horny" towards the end of my high. And then there was the "crash," where I would come down from my high and start to feel ill and depressed if I managed to stay awake after the sex, should I have any. He also warned me to keep up with my oral hygiene or else my teeth would rot which I would suspect to be common sense; but evidently, it wasn't.
I sighed. It was time to start working on my chapter summaries.
Crystal Clear
It seemed as though my summer had completely passed me by. And I was already meeting Harry and Ron at the train station.
"Harry!" I called with a wave. "Ron!"
I hurried along with my trunk. When I reached them, I threw my arms around their shoulders as best I could; and we shared a short group hug. Harry helped me with my luggage, and he and Ron proceeded to tell me about their summer and their stay with Charlie in Romania. I was just anxious to get inside the train, where I could hopefully blame my tremors on the bumpy ride.
"Goodness, Hermione," Ginny, who had just joined us inside our small compartment on the train, suddenly exclaimed. "Where did you go?"
"What are you going on about?" I asked, confused.
"Your face. It's so thin."
"And what's wrong with that?" I didn't mean to get defensive, but it wasn't her place to comment on my appearance. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to change." I didn't wait for a response and got up to leave.
"I'll join you," Ginny insisted.
So we grabbed our carry-on bags and made our way to the lavatory. I went into the one available stall, while Ginny changed in front of the mirror.
I had to remind myself that it was all in my trunk and that I could get it when I was alone in my room. Like Wayne informed me, it was not appropriate in public.
I pulled my clothes out of my satchel and set them on the lid of the toilet and slipped my loose jeans and t-shirt off. I stepped into my skirt and frowned. It didn't rest at my waist where it used to; instead, it had slipped to my hips. I almost didn't have to unzip it before pulling it up. I didn't think I had lost that much weight this summer. I usually lost about five or so pounds if only because my parents didn't keep on me about my diet nearly as much as Harry and Ron did (perhaps a bit reversed, but I have never met another soul who loves food as much as those two), but I generally gained it back within the first month of Hogwarts, so I didn't worry about it.
Ginny didn't make another comment about my weight despite the concerned look she was giving my legs. I was nearly tempted to change back into my ill-fitting jeans if only to get her to stop staring.
On the way back to the compartment, we passed by Draco and his lackeys. He'd grown over the summer, and his platinum blonde hair had just a hint of gold in it as if he had spent a lot of time in the sun. And I couldn't stop the words that crossed my mind. "You're such a slut, such a dirty slut. You like it when I fuck you like this?"
When his eyes caught mine, I couldn't stop the blush that crossed my cheeks, and I hoped to Merlin that he didn't notice.
When Ginny and I got back to our friends, Ron insisted on repeating what kind of food they ate in Romania ("I have never eaten so much cabbage before in my life!") even though he had just finished telling Neville, who would have to hear it all over again.
Crystal Clear
After listening to Ron talk about mamaliga and impletata for what felt like hours, I was excited to listen to a hat scream out which child belonged to which house. But the welcoming ceremony for the first years felt like it had taken forever. But as soon as it was over, Professor Dumbledore led Blaise Zabini and I to our new rooms. Blaise seemed to be taking all of it in with a bit of pride. (Every single one of his paternal ancestors had been head boy practically since the beginning of Hogwarts.)
The common room was luxurious, but all I could think of was that clear zip lock bag full of powered meth. The thought had me shaking all over again.
I couldn't comprehend a single word of what the professor was saying, and his eyes twinkled (always fucking twinkling) with concern (I'm not sure how that is the specific emotion displayed, though).
Professor Dumbledore left, and Blaise gave me a disgruntled look. "I know you mudbloods are like untrained dogs when it comes to luxury and finesse; but please, for the love of Merlin, do try. I would hate to see the carpet soiled in your excitement."
It took all that I had in me not to strike him with a painful curse. Of course, that along with my desire for meth and my absolute unadulterated fear of what would happen to my Head Girl status kept me from launching myself at him and clawing his face.
Then he had the nerve to practically skip to his room like he was the lead of some goddamn musical.
I glared after him and slammed the door to my new room. My new room wasn't as big as my room back home; but considering the lack of roommates, it was more than enough space. The full sized bed felt like it was made for me, and my strong desire for meth waned the slightest bit as I couldn't resist the childish urge to jump on my brand new bed. I would be overrun with grownup things in the morning. I was determined to enjoy my night and give my childhood one last hoorah before beginning my first official day as Head Girl.