The next day after classes let out for the eighth years, Hermione asked if Harry and Ron wanted to join her in the library to study for the upcoming test.

Harry shook his head no. "I'll catch up with you at dinner." And he turned and left.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, worry on their faces.

Harry roamed the castle. He didn't want to be outside, but he didn't want to be in the common room either. As he stepped past the potions class he heard giggling. Harry backed up a few steps, almost getting hit by the door as Theo Nott walked out, smiling idiotically.

Harry, confused, caught the door before it closed and let himself in. He looked around, shock apparant on his face. There were many seventh year students dancing as well as a couple of eighth years. In the back corner he saw Pansy and Blaise in what was no doubtably clothed sex.

"Hey, Harry," said Mark, a seventh year student. "Come to try out the goods?"

"Um, what," Harry said becoming more confused.

"This," Mark said as he held up a small bottle of green liquid. "Just one drop on your tongue and you should be good to go."
"But what is it, exactly?"

"Just go with it, eh? I know you've been depressed lately. It'll help, trust me."

Giving in, Harry let Mark put a drop of the dark green liquid on the back of Harry's tongue.

Harry swallowed and immediately stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Taste like shit."

"Oh, I suppose I should've warned you about that," Mark laughed.

Harry started laughing, how he used to before the war. Harry felt slightly dazed and tingley all over.

"Whoa," Harry said.

The music in the room suddenly became loud and made Harry come to life as he started dancing with the others.

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Harry felt some one shoving him and shouting his name. Harry groaned as he tried opening his hurting eyes.

"Finally."

"Malfoy?" He asked squinting at the blond that was leaning over him. "Where am I?"

"In Myrtle's bathroom. Come on, sit up."

Draco helped Harry into a sitting position, but Harry fell back over. Harry's head was swimming. Draco cursed under his breath.

"Do you have a hangover?"

Harry moaned a no.

"What happened to you, then?" He asked helping Harry back up but this time letting Harry lean on him.

"It was amazing, Draco," he said.

Draco stilled as his name came out of Harry's mouth.

"What-"

Harry nuzzled into Draco's chest and sighed contently.

Draco let out a huff and picked Harry up, carrying him back to the common room; luckily not running into any prefects or professors.

Ron and Hermione flew up to Draco and Harry as they entered.

"Is he okay," asked Ron in a rush.

"He's fine. He's just out of it at the moment."

"What happened to him," Hermione followed up.

"I dunno. All he said was it was amazing."

Draco laid Harry on the couch. Draco, Hermione, and Ron all sat around him, waiting as the minutes passed.

Finally Harry opened his eyes. It had been almost thirty minutes.

"Harry," Hermione said softly.

"'Mione."

"Are you okay?"

"Terrific, actually." Harry said smiling, feeling almost as good as he did before.

"We were worried about you, mate," Ron said. "when you didn't show up for dinner.. Malfoy found you in the bathroom."

Harry smiled as he remembered. He remembered taking a drop of that green liquid and dancing for a long time. And taking another couple of drops as the effects wore off from the first. Harry thought he even remembered snogging some bloke in the back.

"Maybe we should take him to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

/

Author Note: This is where the drug usage starts. The drug isn't copied from a for real drug. It's kind of like a mixture, I suppose, of different ones. Anyway, please let me know what you think of the story!