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Drugs to Deal with the Pain	By : drowpriestess2003 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters or places from it. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm also not making any money from writing this. It's purely for personal enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 1-Drugs to Deal with the Pain
- 2-Chapter 2
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Title: Drugs to Deal with the Pain 1/3

Author: HDDeviant, hddeviant.livejournal.com

Fandom: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17, always.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters or places from it. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm also not making any money from writing this story. It's purely for personal enjoyment.

Warnings: This will be a slash fic, as in, M/M sex, M/M kissing, M/M relationship. . . catching the drift? There will also be drug use in this, as should have been apparent from the title. Also (and thanks to the person who told me this), the drugs aren't exactly accurate. I've only experimented briefly with marijuana and once with cocaine. I'm not 100% versed on drug effects and didn't particularly feel like doing a ton of research. This was intended to be a oneshot/long drabble. So, sorry about that! :)

Summary: Harry and Draco turn to drugs to separate themselves from reality. In their hazy and clouded universe, they stumble into each other.

“Malfoy!” Professor Flitwick said sharply. “Show me the charm you’ve been working on today.”

Draco Malfoy lazily waved his wand at Professor Flitwick’s desk and with a few words, all the rubbish, dust, and stray trash around the desk was gone and the stack of essays was neatened. The short professor clapped and turned his attention to the next student, asking for a demonstration of her charm as well.

The objective of the class today was to review charms each student had trouble with and to also develop more ease and dismissiveness when casting charms. Professor Flitwick wanted to make casting charms instinctive.

At the end of the class, Draco left with his books shrunk in his bag, and his other hand fumbling around in his pocket for a small glass pipe.

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Draco relaxed along the edge of the grass near the lake and blew another thick ring of smoke from his mouth. His left hand was curled around his glass pipe and his right one was holding a standard Muggle lighter.

“Ahhh, Merlin,” he said before holding the lighter to his pipe. He placed his mouth on the other end and inhaled as deeply as he could, holding the smoke in his lungs.

“Mary Jaaaaaaannneeeeee,” he sighed as he exhaled. His body felt weightless and he lay back on the grass, watching the sky darkening as the sun set. He could see distinct shapes in the clouds and smiled as some of the teddy bears began to sword fight the Mickey Mouse heads and fish.

His mind faded into a memory as he watched the clouds and he found peace as he clenched his pipe tightly, not hearing any footsteps approaching him.

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Draco’s Memory:

“What is this?” he asked his only Muggle friend, Jared, as the sixteen year old blond was handed what looked like a small rolled cigarette.

“It’s marijuana,” Jared said as he finally expelled the smoke he’d held in his lungs. “I think you’ll like it. You’re always so tense, Drake. Just loosen up for once!”

It was the summer before sixth year and Draco Malfoy had been passed his first joint. He pinched the end of it tightly and stumbled around using the lighter Jared handed him. He held the flame to the rolled and burnt end and pressed the other end to his lips, drawing in smoke slowly. . .

“Ah!” Draco gasped as he hacked and choked on the smoke. “Why would you put that in your lungs, Jared?!” he shouted. He handed the joint back to his friend, but Jared refused to take it.

“Try it again,” Jared said encouragingly. “You’ll get it. Purse your lips; don’t get it all wet. And inhale slowly through your mouth. Make sure you don’t get any flakes of paper or the pot, all right? And once you’ve got a lot of smoke in your lungs, hold it there, okay?”

“Why?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” Jared said and pressured him into trying it again.

“All right. . .”

Draco lit up the joint again and did just as Jared told him. When he finally exhaled the smoke, he giggled and said, “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Jared said before accepting the joint back again. “I told you that you’d like it. . .”

“Wow,” Draco cooed again as he rubbed his burning eyes as he was handed the joint again.

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Draco, now in his seventh year, had become a pseudo-professional marijuana consumer and had purchased many smoking devices, his favorite being the small one-shot pipe he was gripping now. It held just enough weed for a few minutes of toking and was portable and travel size.

At first, smoking weed had been a simple pleasure for him, but after his father had forced him into getting the Dark Mark branded on him during the Christmas holidays sixth year, he smoked more and more often to dull the pain associated with abandoning Voldemort after being Marked.

He winced as he felt the Mark burning again, knowing Voldemort was calling another meeting and knowing his father would be simpering and submissive right next to Voldemort’s weak and frail form.

He smiled as he inhaled another lungful of smoke and felt the pain lessening.

“Oh, Mary Jane,” he sighed deeply as he shut his eyes. “If only you could carry me away from the world.”

He placed his hand over his wand, tucked into his waistband, and allowed himself to find peace in his weed-induced universe, where all the colors were brighter, and sometimes spoke to him, where nothing could hurt him.

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Harry Potter was pacing nervously in his dormitory as he gripped a small plastic baggie tightly.

He pushed his black bangs out of his eyes and groaned heavily. He didn’t have any more condoms but he desperately needed to get laid. And on top of it all, Seamus and Trevor and Derek and Nicholas were all unavailable for the night.

He stopped at his window and stared out at the lake, wishing a solution would come into his mind. He just wanted to take his blessed pills, fuck someone, and just for an hour, forget the war and everything involved with it.

After staring at the lake’s edge for minutes on end, Harry finally realized what he was seeing. Draco Malfoy was down there!

Harry almost screamed with gratitude and quickly popped his small pills in quick succession. He knew the ecstasy would work quickly in such a high dosage and he almost ran from his dormitory to get to the lake before he raped someone in the corridor. Not that he wouldn’t rape Draco if the little ponce didn’t agree. . .

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Draco was wrapped up in the clouds and his memory and didn’t even notice as Harry Potter’s footsteps rapidly approached him. However, he was jolted out of his reverie when Harry dropped onto his waist and began forcefully kissing him, clenching tightly to his blond locks.

“Merlin, Potter,” he rasped as he pushed Harry away. He looked into the deep green eyes and seemed to notice that Harry had finally gotten rid of his glasses. He also noticed Harry’s pupils were dilated.

“I’m going to fuck you, Malfoy, whether you like it or not,” Harry gasped as he pulled Draco’s shirt open. He tugged the tucked in button-up out of Draco’s pants and proceeded to undo his belt buckle, not noticing that Draco was just lying there and letting him do it.

“Why?” Draco asked once Harry had unzipped his pants and then ripped them open, splitting them also entirely in half.

“I need it,” Harry said as he pulled his own clothes off hastily. “And you’d better give yourself to me.”

“I’m not resisting,” Draco said, heavily relaxed still, though he was aware of what was going on. “How many times do you do this to people?”

“Enough,” Harry grunted as he rubbed some summoned lubrication into his dick. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” Draco said as he allowed Harry to spread his legs. He swept some of his blond strands from his eyes and tried to get Harry to slow down, drugs or not. “How many people have you fucked?”

“Countless,” Harry said. “Probably three-fourths of the seventh years and most of the sixth years. But I’m clean, before you worry that pretty little head of yours. I make sure. I’m not stupid. I’m safe and I’m clean.”

Draco nodded and hissed slightly as he felt Harry roughly slide a finger into his ass. He fumbled for his pipe and lighter and took another long drag as Harry stretched him. He knew this could be counted as rape. . . but he never said no.

“Malfoy?” Harry said as warning before he lifted the slender hips and pushed his cock inside Draco’s waiting hole.

Draco exhaled sharply as Harry rammed into his asshole unceremoniously. The smoke from his lungs was dispelled into Harry’s waiting face and for a moment, the Gryffindor stalled as he inhaled the sweet cloud.

“Go ahead, then, Potter,” Draco said as he shifted uncomfortably on Harry’s pole-dick.

The sensations weren’t terrible as Harry began to fuck him. The marijuana, he supposed, was dulling the pain from the short preparation and was replacing it with light but fiery sensations.

Harry’s whorish attitude had certainly allowed him to get some decent training, though, and soon, Draco was lost in his own highness and in Harry’s deep and sure thrusts, even if he was under the influence of X.

“Potter,” Draco gasped as Harry dug into his prostate. He grabbed onto his shoulders and said, “Potter, I’m gonna. . .”

“Just do it,” Harry grunted as he continued driving himself into Draco’s pliant body.

One thrust, two, and suddenly Draco was scratching at Harry’s back in pleasure, calling out his surname, and praises to God and Harry alike.

Harry groaned with pleasure as he felt Draco warm come splash onto his stomach. That was his favorite part of fucking boys. He loved the feeling of another’s come landing on him. He pulled sharply at Draco’s hair, pulling the magnificent head backwards, and met his lips in a flaming kiss, before he gave in to the sensations Draco’s muscles were causing as they undulated around his pulsing cock.

Draco moaned into the kiss as Harry spilled his come into Draco’s waiting body. For a moment, he thought Harry would pull out, but the drugs, still coursing through Harry’s body, convinced the green-eyed wizard to stay inside him and begin again.

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Draco clawed at the grass as he, on his stomach now, was fucked viciously from behind, their seventh time of the evening.

“Oh, Harry, fuck!” he shouted as Harry wrapped his long fingers around Draco’s balls and tugged them gently.

Harry had been an endless stream of energy as he continued to fuck Draco into the grass by the lake. They couldn’t see the small crowds gathered in the windows of Hogwarts watching them.

“H-Harry,” Draco called out again. His hips were held up firmly as Harry hammered into him, entirely too perfectly to just be a drug-induced testosterone flow.

“Stop. . . stop talking, Malfoy,” Harry demanded as he slapped Draco hard.

“Oh!” Draco cried out when Harry spanked him. “B-But. . .”

“I said silence!” Harry commanded as he spanked Draco again, leaving a soft pink handprint on Draco’s pale ass.

“But H-Harry, I don’t want to. . .” Draco started, feeling an orgasm building up in him.

Harry continued to thrust into Draco’s soft body, both of them slippery with each other juices, sweat, and traces of blood from their third round that gotten a little rough. He drove his firm cock into Draco’s prostate and held it there as he spoke calmly.

“If you can’t be silent, Draco, I’ll have to make you silent,” Harry assured him. He watched with pleasure as Draco mewed and rolled around on Harry’s dick, fucking himself as Harry knelt and didn’t move.

“H-Ha. . .” Draco started before, with no more words from the wizard behind him, he was held in a vice-like grip and driven into mercilessly. He cried out assent and, as Harry’s hand landed on his cheek once more to leave a print, he spilled his come onto the grass beneath them, shivering and pressing back against Harry’s hard cock.

He felt another small flood as Harry came in him again and he collapsed against the grass, Harry’s cock sliding out of him as he fell forward. The blond rolled onto his side slowly, groaning with mingled pain and pleasure, and watched Harry Potter clean himself with a few charms.

“What are you on?” Draco asked as he rummaged through his bag for his other stash bag.

“Wizard X,” Harry said calmly and watched as Draco toked up. “Pot for you?”

“Mm,” Draco acceded as he packed his bowl. “Want any?”

“Not now,” Harry said. He massaged his cock gently. “Ironic, isn’t it? That you’re the potter, not me?”

Draco smirked and relaxed against the grass, his legs spreading wantonly as his hole throbbed in memory. “Merlin.”

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The two of them left less than ten minutes after they finished their ninety minute fucking session on the lakeside, already missing dinner and each choosing to just stumble to bed.

Draco fell into his bed wondering if the sex was really that good, if it was Potter himself that made him come almost ten times, or if it had just been the weed. He smoked another joint before allowing sleep to consume him.

Harry curled into his bed. He had never had sex that was as absolutely incredible as it had been with Malfoy, drugs or no. They Golden Boy fell asleep with a smile on his face, wondering if Draco would be up to it again tomorrow. . .
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