The Goblet of Fries

Warning: implied drug use

Prompt - "I'll have a cheeseburger and some fries, please."/"This is a potions lesson"/"So?"

Prompt obtained at - Gringotts Wizarding Prompt Bank

It began shortly before the first task, when Harry and Ron had their fight and weren't speaking to each other. The former best friends kept their distance from each other, refusing even to sit at the same table during meals.

When Cedric Diggory saw what was happening, he decided to step in and see if he could help repair their broken friendship. But instead of things getting better, Harry forged a new friendship with Cedric, and before long they were working together to help each other with the tasks they were assigned for the tournament.

Cedric came to Harry one night, a half eaten chocolate frog in his hand as he approached the boy in the corridor.

"Harry," he said, a simpering smile on his face, his eyes bloodshot. He leaned in close and said in a loud whisper, "I owe you one, man, for helping me with that dragon. So like, you know those eggs we got? Does yours, like, freak out and start wailing the minute you open it?"

"Yes," said Harry, taking a step back as an odd aroma wafted from the older boy's clothes. "Why? Is there something I should know about it?"

Cedric stuffed the rest of his chocolate frog in his mouth. "Uh-huh." He nodded, then finished chewing and swallowed. "Well, take a bath, m'kay?"

"What?" Harry looked confused.

"Yeah, man. Take a looooong bath. And dunk your egg in the water. It'll like, bring you good luck, you know?"

Harry stared at him. He'd seen Cedric like this before, but didn't know what to make of it. In fact, now that he thought about it, most of the students from Hufflepuff were like this.

"Tell you what," Cedric said, "use the prefects' bathroom. I think it's the fourth door to the left of that statue of the bewildered old dude on the fifth floor. Password's 'crescent fresh.' And if a hot bath doesn't mellow you out, try this."

He handed Harry a baggie of dried herbs. "Gotta go, man." And with that he turned and headed back to the kitchens.

.oOo.

The next morning Harry staggered into class, found his seat and plopped down in front of his cauldron. He gazed around the room in a daze, then frowned as he heard his stomach gurgle. He'd eaten more than usual at breakfast that morning, but he was still hungry. And when he checked his pockets for snacks, he found nothing but crumbs and empty wrappers in his pockets.

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath as he dug through his pockets in search of something to eat.

Professor Snape approached the desk, stopping in front of Harry as the boy turned out his pockets, littering the floor with wrappers and crumbs in the process. "Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up at the sallow skinned man looming over him. "No. Of course not, sir."

Severus raised an eyebrow, giving him the look that clearly said he knew Harry was lying. He took a seat at his desk and was just about to begin the lesson when suddenly -

"Professor, I'll have a cheeseburger and some fries, please."

Everyone in the room turned and looked at Harry, who had raised his hand as he placed an order for some food.

Severus narrowed his eyes as he glared at him. "This is a potions lesson."

"So?" Harry didn't care where he was or what was going on. All he knew was that he had a serious case of the munchies and wanted something to eat.