Chapter 1

The summer holidays were over, and the students of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry were back in school. It was there first day back, and already they had been informed that the Dementors would be around the school looking for the escaped murderer Sirius Black. The first years sorted, the feast eaten, the students all retired to their dorms to turn in for the night.

Not being able to sleep, Harry pried himself up from his four poster bed, discovering that the remains of his stash had been stolen. Fucking Ron thought Harry as he adjusted his clothes, which had been undone while he was sleeping. Before Harry could go beat the weed out of Ron, he noticed he had morning wood- a matter that couldn't be ignored. So he went to the bathroom and took care of it.

On his way to the bathroom, Harry noticed that one of the local house sluts was passed out on a chair, one of the many who Harry had visited during the long nights. Harry couldn't help but notice her curves and was enticed at the idea of jumping her bones.

After Harry had played his infamous game of 'pillaging the unwilling', he found himself in the bathroom tying a belt around his arm. After a few flexes of his forearm he was ready to shoot up the concoction that he had bought from the Weasley twins at a great bargain. It seemed that for an instant his heart stopped as he injected the needle into his arm. This would be his last time shooting up, because professor Snape was getting suspicious of the missing syringes from potions class. Harry's eye's narrowed and glazed over as the drug ran through him.

A few hours later, Ron entered the bathroom to find Harry passed out in a slump on the toilet. Ron was getting tired of having to clean up Harry's mess all the time and help him sober up for class (when he actually went, that is). It seemed to Ron that the only time Harry came around nowadays was because he was dry. Ron heard Harry mumble something as he helped Harry to his feet, Ron didn't care too much about what's going on with Harry anymore. He helped Harry into the commons and plopped him into a chair, at least he wouldn't overdose sitting on the toilet.

The other house members were starting to return from their daily classes, classes that Harry and Ron had decided that weren't worth their time.

"You two need to get your heads out of your asses and put the bong down." said Hermione as she entered through the portrait in the wall. "You two dumb asses do nothing but smoke reefer all fucking day."

"Actually, Harry hasn't smoked an ounce all day, in fact I found him shooting up in the bathroom just minutes ago." Replied Ron idly as he adjusted his robes.

"Oh, like that's any better? One of these days Dumbledore is going to catch you doing this kind of dumb, shit and your ass is going to be out on the fucking street."

"Does someone need a hug?"

"As long as it's not my hips this time Ronald Weasley."

It was a common known fact among the Gryffindor household that Hermione had excessively been taking yellow jackets and was so hyped up on pills that no man could satisfy her, including the legendary Harry "the pimp" Potter. Hermione had popped more pills in one day than Harry could do cherries in a lifetime.

"Have you met the new janitor, Ron?" asked Hermione, changing the subject.

"What happened to Filtch? Don't recon he got busted touching Cederic Diggery again, do ya?"

"That's fucking disgusting Ronald. I hope you burn in hell for suggesting that."

"I didn't suggest anything, and I think you're a fool for not believing it. The entire school has known about that little affair for quite sometime now."

"Well I don't believe it one bit."

"That's because you're an ignorant bitch that needs to get the sand out of your vagina."

"What is it you have against me Ron?"

"Nothing personal Hermione, but you stole some of my pills that you thought were speed. Well they weren't speed, they were ecstasy, very fucking expensive too."

"That was an honest mistake Ronald, and I have apologized for that on many occasions."

"Yet you never managed to pay me back?"

"I don't have very much money Ron."

"I didn't mean with money." said Ron, grinning evily.

At that Harry seemed to come out of his daze. "What fucking time is it?"

"Almost lunch time." replied Hermione.

"Well, fuck me sideways, where has the day gone?"

"If you didn't spend the entire day doped out of your mind, you would know. And its only the first day of classes. Honestly you two, setting a bad example for the first years."

"Jeeze Hermione, if i didn't know any better i would think that you're in such a mood 'cause you fucked up an enlarging spell on your dildo again." said Ron, scratching his crotch and causing Hermione to blush. Ron was the only one who knew that Hermione needed dildos that would make a troll blush, well, besides Harry that is. But he didn't give a fuck really. Other pussy to hit.