A/N: God, it's been so long, since I've done this that I've almost forgotten how. I forgot to put this in before I posted it. Lawd have mercy. So I wrote this back in November 2017 and have been sitting on it ever since. It is only going to be about five chapters, maybe less. But I am hoping to break the dam that I have built up in my creative river. Now, onto the warnings.

In this chapter, as evidenced by the title, there are mentions and evidence of drug use. However, as I am well versed in drugs, the use won't be very serious. Also, as pointed out in the title, sex. Obviously...*Snape voice*. And lastly, if it helps to set the scene, you can put on whichever version of the song Sex and Candy you prefer. The one that inspired this for me, is the Maroon V cover. That being said, without further adieu.

Disclaimer: The original characters belonging to JK are her own, the original characters made up by me are my own, the rights to the song and title belong to the owner of the song. I am making no profits from this story.

XoXo,

Elle.

"I don't see how you smoke that shite, mate. I hate the way it makes my head feel," Draco said, leaning back in the chair in Theo's parlor. Theo was lounging on the couch, smoking a joint, his high just now taking off.

"You're one to talk, mate. The way you and Pansy are, it's like a damn drug. I don't like how it makes my head feel." Draco flipped him off and rolled his eyes, but Theo just chuckled, relaxing even further into the plush sectional he'd just bought last week. Now that Nott Senior was dead, he felt free to make his own design choices in this big ass mansion. Even if his so-called father had died in Azkaban.

Theo was still contemplating demolishing the whole damned mansion and rebuilding from the ground up, but he hadn't fully decided. This mansion did have a massive library-perhaps he would keep it.

"When are we leaving?" Draco whined, the sound not at all appealing or pleasing to the ears.

Theo threw a pillow at Draco, which the blond caught easily. "Mate, if you bring me down from my high, I will Crucio you. What's your rush? Hot date?"

Draco tossed back the rest of his Firewhiskey and smirked at Theo, his voice was as snarky as ever. "Pansy is in Paris for two weeks. Some fashion show or something she's designing for. So that means I get to fuck every girl who throws themselves at me."

"It's a fucking miracle that you haven't come down with dragon pox or some other nasty, gooey, oozey shite, mate." Theo rolled his own eyes, bringing his joint to his lips, inhaling as deep as his lungs would allow.

As he held the breath in, Draco ranted on. "You can't tell me that Pansy isn't screwing everything with a cock in Paris that so much as smiles at her. So yeah, I'm gonna fuck anything with a pussy that moves." Draco stood up and headed for the door. "I'm leaving now. You coming or not?"

Theo huffed and thrust himself up from the couch, straightening his clothes and running his hand through his hair. He took the last drag from the joint in his mouth and put it out in the ashtray beside the couch. A pat of his pocket confirmed he had plenty more and his lighter. Theo followed Draco to his own front door and shut it behind him.

"The usual?" Draco drawled, sounding eerily like his father.

"Of course. Svelte always has the best view." Theo said with a slow smirk. While Draco liked to be on the hunt, to be the fisherman, Theo preferred to sit in one spot and be the bait. He would rather let the fish come to him.

XxX

Hermione couldn't believe she had let Dean and Seamus talk her into this. But they said that it was what she needed after finding Ron in bed with not just one other woman, but two, as well as another man. Hermione had nothing against gay men, as was evidenced by her friendship with Dean and Seamus. But to actually see your boyfriend sucking off another man, while balls deep in a woman, that was a completely different level of betrayal.

"Earth to H," Dean said, waving his hand in front of her eyes. Hermione blinked, forcing herself to return to the present, and presented her identification to the man standing at the door to the club. "Wherever your head is, H, bring it back here. I don't want you thinking of Ron tonight. Here."

Dean took her hand and pulled her into Svelte. When he let go of her hand, there was a little pill in it. Hermione looked at the pill skeptically before looking up at Dean. "I don't do drugs, Dean."

The slender wizard shook his head, "It's not a drug, technically. It's all natural. Herbs. But it will relax you and let you have a good time. Just let it dissolve under your tongue."

Hermione sighed softly. Dean would never lie to her or lead her astray. She trusted both him and his husband to keep her safe, so she put the pill in her mouth and maneuvered it under her tongue where she allowed it to dissolve.

Inside the club, it was near impossible to see through all the smoke lingering in the air. Hermione had to cough as she inhaled wrong and got a lungful of the smoke. "You'll get used to it," Seamus said in her ear, his hand on her waist as he lead her through the crowd. "Did I mention I like what you did with yer hair?"

A grin lifted Hermione's lips as she leaned into Seamus' body, turning her head to speak to him, to be heard over the jazz music pouring through the club. "I decided I'd do something new. New freedom, new life, new start, new hair. New me." She was about to sigh wistfully, but she caught herself. This was a night for having fun, not living in the past.

Besides, whatever Dean had given her was starting to kick in, the smoke around her starting to change colors, making her slightly dizzy. Hermione felt as though there were bees in her skull as the colors swirled and twisted in the smoke. She looked over her shoulder at her tall and lanky friend. "You didn't mention I would be seeing things."

Dean chuckled softly and gave Hermione a playful swat on the arse. "Just enjoy it. I'm going to get us drinks." He leaned down and gave Seamus a searing kiss on the lips, winking at Hermione before heading off to the bar. Seamus used his hold on her waist to pull her onto the part of the floor that served as the dance floor.

Hermione shook her head frantically. "Seamus, no."

"Oh, come now, lass. We're here to have fun. Let go and dance with me." The music had changed to something more upbeat and modern, but a song Hermione had never heard before. Seamus had begun to move his body, pulling Hermione in close. He was right, she did need to let go for once.

Hermione began to move her body against Seamus', her arms draped over his shoulders as her head fell back on her spine, looking up at the smoke hovering in the air. It was still showing a rainbow of colors, swirling into patterns of animals. Whatever Dean had given her was slowly knocking down her inhibitions one by one. Her cares were starting to melt away as she danced with Seamus.

A few minutes later, the song ended and they found Dean waiting at a tall table with their drinks. They made their way over, laughing and stumbling over one another as they went. Hermione wiped the sweat from her brow and picked up her drink. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean winked at her once again, lifting his glass. "To frivolity."

Hermione and Seamus echoed his toast. "To frivolity." The clink of the glasses was drowned out by a new bass beat filling the club. Hermione took a drink and closed her eyes as the cold liquid slid down her throat. When she opened her eyes Dean and Seamus were snogging across the way and she watched them with an amused expression. Their bodies were swiftly changing colors, just as the smoke was. Hermione giggled, thinking how funny and ironic it was that they were fluctuating the colors of the rainbow.

When they came up for air and looked over at her, Seamus raised a brow. "What's so funny?" Hermione took a gulp of her drink and looked at the two of them.

"Whatever you gave me is making me see colors and you two are rainbow colored." Hermione burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. The two boys just looked at her, then Seamus turned to Dean with a quizzical look.

Dean raised his hands in surrender, "It was just some Starfyre."

Seamus hung his head, hiding the smirk on his face. "Oh, H, you're in for a good night." The Irishman took a sip of his drink, casting a glance at his husband, shaking his head. Hermione was suddenly wondering just what Dean had given her. She finished her drink and decided she could interrogate her friend later.

The boys finished their drinks as well and came around the table to grab Hermione's hand, pulling her back toward the dance floor. She didn't resist this time, just went with the flow, her arms draping around Dean's neck, fingers lacing together as she felt Seamus' hands come to rest on her hips; his groin pressing against her arse. If it had been anyone other than Dean and Seamus, Hermione would have felt uncomfortable, but aside from Harry, they were her best friends.

They danced for what felt like hours, occasionally switching positions. Most of the time with Hermione in the middle. She was having the time of her life, but her feet were beginning to ache. She wasn't used to dancing so much in heels this high. "I'm going to go and sit for a bit." She all but yelled into Seamus' ear. Dean had went to use the loo and left the two of them on the dance floor. Seamus nodded and watched as Hermione walked away.

Most of the chairs were taken that were sitting along the walls of the club. Except for the one sitting in the farthest corner. Hermione picked up her pace and made a beeline straight for the plush velvet armchair. As she sank into its soft cushions, her feet sighed with relief. She noticed that the low slung chair allowed the clubgoers to see below the hovering layer of smoke.

Hermione sat, watching how the lower bodies of the patrons moved and swayed, their hips moving seductively, some looking awkward, others moving fluidly. Most looked as if they were having sex with clothes on. She had to admit, it was rather arousing and she found herself getting a little turned on at the sight.

XxX

"Why, in the name of Salazar's saggy balls, did you insist upon driving in this Muggle contraption?" Draco complained as he unfolded his long limbs from the deep blue sports car. Theo shook his head, pulling another joint from his pocket and lighting it with the muggle lighter in his pocket. Those little things were so handy when out in public.

A long inhale, hold it, hold it, a reminder himself not to kill his best friend and a slow exhale later, Theo replied, "Because this is a Muggle-owned club, Draco. And I, unlike you, sometimes like to take a chit back to my bed. If she happens to be a Muggle, I need a way to get her there without having to wipe her memory." Theo hit the button on his key fob, the alarm on the car engaging with a chirp and he walked toward the club.

Theo heard a rattling of a bottle behind him and turned to see Draco popping a pill into his mouth. "And you talk about how weed makes you feel. At least my vice is all natural. That shite will fucking kill you." He stopped at the door in front of the bouncer, giving him a nod and slipping him a tip, "Evening, Frank. How's life?"

"Good, mate. Nice to see you, T." They clasped hands for a moment, the muggle money passing between them, before Theo and Draco entered the club. The smoke enveloped Theo like glove and he grinned as he let the familiar surroundings settle him. Draco was grating on his nerves tonight and if his best mate didn't find a bird to shag and quick, Theo may just knock him out.

Draco headed immediately for the bar, Theo on his tail blowing out another cloud of smoke. He was going to have a couple of drinks standing here at the bar, see what his prospects were. Maybe a girl would come his way and ask for a dance. He'd dance a few, feign interest, then let the girl go and follow through on his bait routine. If she wanted it bad enough, she'd come to him.

"Whiskey Sour, T?" The barman asked loudly.

Theo gave the man a smirk and pulled out his credit card, sliding it across the bar. "You know me so well, Jimmy. Start my tab and keep them coming. I'll be in my usual spot in a bit."

Jimmy slid his drink across the table and swiped his card from the dented and worn bartop. Theo turned and leaned his back against the bar, watching the people crowded onto the dance floor. He leaned over to Draco and almost shouted over the music, "Say, isn't that Finnigan and Thomas? Or is it Thomas and Thomas? Or do they go by Finnigan?"

Draco looked down at him incredulously, "How the fuck am I supposed to know? But yes, that's them. What's it matter?"

Theo shrugged, taking another hit from the thin joint in his hand. He was just about to wonder how long it would take Draco to spot something he liked when the wizard pushed himself away from the bar and sauntered through the crowd toward a woman that was calling to him with a look. "Thank fuck." Theo muttered to himself as he took a sip of his drink and allowed himself to zone out, getting lost in his high.

A slow R&B song came on and Theo found his head slowly bobbing to the music, his first drink gone, the second had just been slid into his hand by the barman. A woman with red hair and scorching green eyes moved over next to him, looking Theo up and down, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before she bit down on it.

Theo likewise gave her a once over and decided she would likely be fun. The redheads always were, especially the natural reds. "What's your poison, Red?"

The voice that came from her mouth was high pitched and girlish, something that Theo would have to tone out, but then again, if things went his way, they wouldn't be doing much talking. "Bourbon on the rocks."

Theo gave a nod to Jimmy, who went to work right away making the woman's drink. When it was in her hand, she took a delicate sip, her eyes never leaving Theo. "Thank you, Handsome." Yeah, he was definitely going to have to keep her from talking. That voice was almost fingernails on a chalkboard decibel.

"You're welcome, Red." Theo took another drink of his own, his eyes watching the way her tongue ran over her lips, imagining it doing other things. An uptempo song came on and Theo watched as the woman started to dance on the spot, seductively swaying her hips. She set her empty glass down and held out her manicured hand. Theo took it in his and allowed her to pull him out onto the dance floor.

Theo spun her around, pulling her back into his chest, his hands resting on her hips as he danced with her, his lit joint balanced precariously on his lips. He tightened his lips and inhaled, holding the breath in, before blowing the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The woman tilted her torso forward, grinding her arse into his crotch and Theo closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

When the song ended and the woman turned around to face him, he smirked down at her, "Thank you for the dance and the drink, Handsome. My name is Kate."

"Theo." He responded as they headed back to the bar. Jimmy had his drink waiting on him and a questioning look in his eye, but Theo shook his head. The woman, Kate, was prattling off behind him, and he hadn't listened to a damn word. Jimmy nodded, knowing the woman was cut off from Theo's bank.

Just then Draco showed back up, his hair more disheveled than before and a satisfied grin on his face. "Theo, mate, you need to get you some of that one. She's ace at giving head." Kate turned to look up at the blond man, her eyes going wide at the sight of him. Theo couldn't blame her. Draco's features weren't exactly a popular occurrence in the Muggle world. His blond hair was so light it was almost white and those grey eyes could entrance women with just one look. He could have this one.

"Draco, Kate. Kate, my best mate, Draco. D, I'm going to my usual seat." Theo and Draco clasped hands for a moment and then Theo disappeared into the crowd.

It looked like tonight was going to be a bust. Theo passed a table with an ashtray, putting out the end of his joint, he headed for his favorite chair. The closer he got, the smoke started to thin. Nearly everyone who came here was a regular; very few were newcomers, and even then, people told them that this chair was always reserved. Not that it actually was. It was just an unspoken rule.

But that was not the case tonight. There was a slender figure sitting in the chair, with an artfully unruly mass of curls on her head. Those were the only details he could make out, as her face was still shrouded in smoke from the height of the chair.

Theo made a wide berth around the chair and maneuvered his way around behind the row of chairs. The woman in the chair was focused on the crowd, her legs crossed. Theo could tell, through her tight leather pants, that she was clenching and unclenching her thighs. From what he could see of her profile, her eyes were glassy and her expression was one of an almost ignorant bliss. She was definitely on something.

He smirked and leaned down on the back of the chair, his mouth hovering right next to the woman's ear. Theo's voice was low and seductive, but loud enough to hear. "This chair has the best view in the house. That's why it's my favorite."

The woman in front of him gasped audibly, her chest rising and falling, her head turning slightly to look up at Theo. She looked vaguely familiar. He knew she had to have been from Hogwarts, that much was for certain, because he remembered a younger version of this face. But he couldn't recall her name.

Draco and Pansy were his only schoolmates he'd seen from Hogwarts in the last ten years since they'd graduated. Those eyes of hers were captivating him, almost stealing his ability to form a sentence. "You like what you see out there?" Theo nodded his head in the direction of the bodies on the dance floor. Those beautiful eyes left his and returned to the dance floor.

Theo's own gaze dropped to those thighs of hers, that once again tightened. "Yes." She breathed, her chest rising and falling. "And the colors are so beautiful too."

Colors? What the hell was this chit on? "Does watching the way their hips move turn you on? I bet your nipples are hard, right now, aren't they?"

XxX

Hermione bit her lip as the man was talking quietly in her ear. She had chills running up and down her skin, hardening her nipples even further as he asked about them. The Starfyre completely stripped her of her filter as she nodded her head and answered, "Yes, they are."

Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she tightened her crossed legs once again and gently rocked her hips. "Tell me about these colors," he said, his lips making contact with the shell of her ear, causing Hermione to shudder.

Hermione swallowed thickly, her nails digging into the velvet as she licked her lips. "He gave me so-something called Starfyre. And now I see rainb-bows." A moan drifted past her lips as the man behind her nibbled on her earlobe. If she'd been in her right mind, she wouldn't be letting this happen. But right now, it felt good and she didn't care.

The deep chuckle he released rumbled in her ear. "Starfyre. That is a fun little drug. Who gave it to you, beautiful?"

Hermione sank her teeth into her bottom lip to bite back another moan as one of his hands slid down her shoulder and across her collarbone, resting over her heart. "Dean."

"Huh. So you're here with Thomas and Finnigan." The man said into her ear. That sobered her up a little and she sat up, coming out of her haze a bit.

Hermione turned her head to look at the man again, the rainbows dancing across his face. "You know Dean and Seamus? You went to Hogwarts?" She squinted her eyes at the man, trying to get the colors to stop, to no avail. She recognized his features, but only vaguely. "What's your name?"

"Theo. Theodore Nott." He said, one brow lifting as he looked down at Hermione. "And what is your name?"

Hermione looked at him curiously, she couldn't remember a Theodore Nott at Hogwarts. "What year were you in? You know Dean and Seamus, so you had to have been there at the same time as us."

Theo chuckled quietly as he looked at her, like he thought her amusing. "Never mind, I know who you are now. You're Hermione Granger. Harry Potter's best friend, Ron Weasley's long-time girlfriend. I was in Slytherin, in the same year as you. But I kept to myself mostly. I was third in our year, behind you and Draco."

Hermione frowned and sank back into the chair as a barmaid came over with a drink on a tray, smiling at Theo. "Thanks, Monique. Can I get you something, Hermione?"

She looked up at Theo and then the barmaid, "I'll have whatever he's having." Hermione noticed Theo raise his brow again, the barmaid waiting. "What?"

"A whiskey sour?" Theo asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Sure, why not?" Theo gave the barmaid a nod and she left to fetch Hermione's drink.

Theo chuckled and moved around to take a seat in the empty chair next to Hermione, moving it closer. "Just didn't take you for a lemon kind of person."

"I didn't take myself for a drug person either. But here I am seeing rainbows." Hermione let out a giggle and covered her mouth. She felt Theo's eyes on her and looked up at him. "What?" she asked, self-consciously.

"You're very beautiful, Hermione. I thought so even when we were in school." Theo stated plainly. Monique returned with Hermione's drink, saving her from being embarrassed by her blush, as Theo looked up and gave the girl a tip.

Hermione took a sip of the drink and closed her eyes as the taste twisted her tongue. Theo was right, she wasn't really a lemon person, but after the initial shock, it was pretty good. "Thank you, Theo. You're not so bad yourself."

A tall man came up at that moment, glaring down at Theo, his deep voice booming over the music. "You're in my seat." Theo raised his brow, but stood and conceded easily.

"No problem, mate." The man nodded at Theo and took up his seat. Theo smiled down at Hermione.

Hermione felt bad now, she had, after all taken his seat. Several people had come up during the night and told her that the seat was reserved. But she hadn't believed them, it was a club after all. Reserved seating was bullshite. "Here, you can have your seat."

She stood, smiling up at him, even in four inch heels, Theo still towered over her by at least five inches. He made her feel positively tiny.

Theo stepped in close to her, his chest coming within inches of hers, he lowered his head, bringing himself closer to her. "How about a dance, Hermione?"

Hermione became lost in those bright blue eyes, even through the haze of the Starfyre, she could tell what color his eyes were. "That sounds wonderful, Theo." His hands moved to rest on her shoulders and slid down her arms slowly, linking their fingers. Theo lifted her arms and draped them around his neck, then draped his arms around her waist, his hands resting just above her arse.

Theo moved them to the edge of the dance floor just as a slow and sensual song came on. He adjusted them, his thigh moving between Hermione's legs and he bent his knees so he was on a more even level with Hermione. But that also allowed his thigh to rub against her core. Hermione moaned quietly and leaned her head against his chest as Theo moved them on the spot to the beat of the music. If this is what the rest of the night was going to be like, she didn't want it to end.