Blaise jumped up and walked over to Draco. He threw his arm around his shoulder. He began trying to tug Draco back into the room. “Yes, listen to Potter for once! It’s not too bad. We’re having fun. You should join in the fun.””Yes, the word “horrified” fit his mental state precisely. Staring in mild disgust at the high students in his dorm, he began to back out.
“Well, don’t let me death-up the party. I think I’ll go find Pans or something,” he added warily, adding a pointed glare to Potter because he was near his bed.
Harry’s grin faltered a tiny bit when Malfoy stared daggers at him. He glanced upwards to see that he was leaning against a bed- possibly Malfoy’s. He scooted forward awkwardly so that he was no longer touching it.
“Oh, come on. There’s no need to run away.”
When Draco entered, the last thing he expected to see was Potter, Weasley, and Blaise sitting around the common room and smoking joints.
He dropped his messenger bag and stared.
Blaise looked up from his seat. Draco was back and he had dropped all of his stuff. Blaise started laughing. He couldn’t stop either. The look of shock on Draco’s face was too good. He had tears streaming down his face from laughing. He wiped them away as he stood up and went over to Draco. He then proceeded to hug him.
“Hello Draco!” he said while still hugging him.
Draco’s face scrunched up in displeasure. “Sod off, Blaise,” he said, attempting to peel off the other Slytherin.
“I didn’t know this is what you meant by others have joined me,” he said, tense.
Blaise let go of him and grinned slightly.
“Yes, well, I knew you wouldn’t come if I had said who had joined me.”
Blaise then noticed how stiff Draco had went. And he frowned.”Look, it’s no big deal. Potter’s completely out of his head and apparently Weasley does this often, which I found shocking. I wouldn’t have let them come had I not had insurance. So, lighten up.”
He went back over to the coach and sat back down.
When Draco entered, the last thing he expected to see was Potter, Weasley, and Blaise sitting around the common room and smoking joints.
He dropped his messenger bag and stared.
Blaise looked up from his seat. Draco was back and he had dropped all of his stuff. Blaise started laughing. He couldn’t stop either. The look of shock on Draco’s face was too good. He had tears streaming down his face from laughing. He wiped them away as he stood up and went over to Draco. He then proceeded to hug him.
“Hello Draco!” he said while still hugging him.
Ron jumped a bit at Harry’s outburst. “Take it easy, mate. She only tried it once, the first time we confiscated some of this.” He pondered for a bit. “Take that back, she did it once again during O.W.L.s to try and steady her nerves.”
Harry could not help but to laugh at that. “I honestly cannot picture Hermione doing this. Wish I could have seen it.”
He paused contemplatively and then took a seat in one of the green cushy armchairs circling the Slytherin common room, feeling at peace with the world. Gillyweed was a bit like being on Felix Felicis, only lazier. Much, much lazier…
Harry grinned stupidly at Blaise and Ron from his seat.
Blaise laughed at the two of them. Potter was clearly high as a broomstick. He couldn’t really tell with Weasley. Regardless he found this whole situation amusing. He was smoking with Weasley and Potter. Malfoy was going to be pissed that he had even let them in here. Oh well he thought. And he sat on one of the coaches.
Blaise snorted. “Are you insane? Of course we don’t. You’d be surprised how easy it is to get. And clearly you’re the only one who hasn’t done it.” Blaise offered the gilliweed to Potter. “Well, do you want to try it?”
“Oh, fine,” said Harry haughtily, taking the proffered joint. He raised it to his mouth and inhaled slowly. The smoke tasted curious-a bit like saltwater, and for an unpleasant moment Harry was reminded of the second task in the triwizard tournament. But then the moment passed and he was coughing like mad.
“Er, here,” Harry spluttered, passing the gillyweed to Ron in an attempt to direct the attention away from himself. Zabini was probably delighting in the knowledge that he was so inexperienced.
Harry noted that this gillyweed stuff was quite potent. He was already feeling light-headed and strangely cheerful.
Ron took the joint from Harry and took a long drag, filling his lungs with smoke. He blew a ring in Zabini’s direction before passing the joint along.
“That’s not bad,” he commented. “Better than most of the stuff the third years manage to get their hands on.”
Blaise grabbed the joint from Weasley and took a drag. He held the smoke for a bit then let it out through his nose. He passed it back to Potter.
“Well, of course it is. I only get the best.”
I propose a game of Hogwarts-themed “Would You Rather” to liven things up.
All in favor?
Would you rather have to snog the Weasley girl or live in the Shrieking Shack?
Blaise looked shocked.
“You don’t know? Well, regardless, that’s beside the point. I have something that’s really nothing new to me, but I’m sure it is for you.”
At this point he pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a joint.
“This is gilliweed, but we’re not going to use it the same way you did Potter. We’re going to use it for something else.”
Blaise took out his wand and fashioned a book of matches. He lit one and lit the end of the gilliweed then he in hailed some. He blew out the smoke and smirked at the two Gryffindors.
“So, do you want to try it?”
Ron snorted. “Zabini, you’ve forgotten that I’m a prefect.” A brief flash of panic crossed Zabini’s face, but Ron continued. “I’ve confiscated loads of gillyweed in my time. How d’you think I got rid of it? Bet you ten Sickles I can smoke you out.”
Blaise smirked. “Right, I’d like to see you try Weasley. I’ll take you up on that bet.”
“Hey!” interjected Harry, who was very surprised to learn that his best friend Ron was a closeted gillyweed user, “am I the only one here who’s never done this then? Where did you get it, anyway? Do you Slytherins have a secret herb garden in one of the greenhouses?”
Blaise snorted. “Are you insane? Of course we don’t. You’d be surprised how easy it is to get. And clearly you’re the only one who hasn’t done it.” Blaise offered the gilliweed to Potter. “Well, do you want to try it?”
Blaise looked shocked.
“You don’t know? Well, regardless, that’s beside the point. I have something that’s really nothing new to me, but I’m sure it is for you.”
At this point he pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a joint.
“This is gilliweed, but we’re not going to use it the same way you did Potter. We’re going to use it for something else.”
Blaise took out his wand and fashioned a book of matches. He lit one and lit the end of the gilliweed then he in hailed some. He blew out the smoke and smirked at the two Gryffindors.
“So, do you want to try it?”
Ron snorted. “Zabini, you’ve forgotten that I’m a prefect.” A brief flash of panic crossed Zabini’s face, but Ron continued. “I’ve confiscated loads of gillyweed in my time. How d’you think I got rid of it? Bet you ten Sickles I can smoke you out.”
Blaise smirked. “Right, I’d like to see you try Weasley. I’ll take you up on that bet.”
Blaise was positively giddy with excitement. There was no one here except for them. Perfect. He turned to his two guests excitedly.
“Right! You two wait here for a moment and I’ll be right back.”
Blaise ran up the stairs to the boys dormitory and went over to his bed. He found what he was looking for in his nightstand then came running back down the stairs.
“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m assuming that neither of you have ever had fun like I have. Well, I know he sort of has.”
He gestured to Harry when said that last bit.
Ron was puzzled. “What d’you mean?”
Blaise looked shocked.
“You don’t know? Well, regardless, that’s beside the point. I have something that’s really nothing new to me, but I’m sure it is for you.”
At this point he pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a joint.
“This is gilliweed, but we’re not going to use it the same way you did Potter. We’re going to use it for something else.”
Blaise took out his wand and fashioned a book of matches. He lit one and lit the end of the gilliweed then he in hailed some. He blew out the smoke and smirked at the two Gryffindors.
“So, do you want to try it?”
As they followed Zabini down the corridor, Ron turned to Harry and muttered, “What the bloody hell is this all about? Why the urge to miss class all of a sudden? And with him?”
Harry could only give him a helpless and slightly manic grin in response. The truth was he didn’t know what the bloody hell this was all about.
“I dunno, okay?” said Harry in a hushed voice. “I know it’s stupid, but I just didn’t much feel like being in class today.”
Harry turned his head forward and raised his voice. “This had better be worth it, Zabini!”
Blaise let out a loud laugh as he continued walking.
“Oh trust me. It most certainly will be.”
Blaise continued on down the hall until they reached a blank span of wall. He said the password and the wall opened into the Slytherin common room. He stepped in, then looked back at the other two.
“Well, are two coming or not?”
Harry looked to Ron and gave him a look that said, “Well, we’ve come this far,” and then walked through the threshold.
He’d been inside the Slytherin common room before, of course, in his second year. Not much had changed since then. It was still green, cold, and slightly eerie.
“What exactly are we doing here?” he asked.
Blaise was positively giddy with excitement. There was no one here except for them. Perfect. He turned to his two guests excitedly.
“Right! You two wait here for a moment and I’ll be right back.”
Blaise ran up the stairs to the boys dormitory and went over to his bed. He found what he was looking for in his nightstand then came running back down the stairs.
“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m assuming that neither of you have ever had fun like I have. Well, I know he sort of has.”
He gestured to Harry when said that last bit.
