Disclaimer: You know I don’t own it so why do you even ask?

A/N: IMPORTANT! YOU MUST READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE! Ok, thanks to my new muse, I know for sure how I want this story to go,

SO I DELETED THE STORY AND AM LITERALLY STARTING THE STORY OVER FROM THE BEGINNING. THAT MEANS NO FLASHBACKS!

There will be some changes. Some of the characters will be OOC and some events aren’t going to match the books. I’ve also changed the time that the whole thing started. Please bear with me on all the parts you‘ve read before. This story should be good, if a little cliché.

YES, THIS STORY DOES HAVE A LOT OF DRUGS AND SEX. SOME WILL BE LOOSLY BASED ON SOME OF MY EXPERIENCES. THE DRUGS I HAVEN’T TRIED WILL BE BASED SIMPLY ON RESEARCH I GOT FROM THE INTERNET AND AN OLD PHSYCOLOGY TEXTBOOK. THE DRUG MENTIONED HERE IS SOMETHING I MADE UP AFTER RESEACHING DIFFERENT DRUGS because I couldn’t find a drug that would fit into the story the way like the one I created.

IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T READ IT!

Some things you WILL need to know:

-Harry’s parents are still alive

-Voldemort is dead

-Draco and Harry were best friends as kids

-Takes place in Ginny’s 5th year and in Draco’s 6th

-Narcissa and Lucius let Draco get away with everything

-Remus is the permanent DADA teacher (’cause he was my favorite one, mmk?)

-Harry is extremely OOC

-All Slytherin’s have their own rooms (their parents can afford it, you know)

How it all began

Wednesday, outside the library, 12:16 am

“Hey Weaselette!”

It was a week after school started and Ginny Weasley had just left the library, having fallen asleep while doing her homework. After running through a string of Yamani curses in her mind, she thought First week and he’s already started on me. She slowly turned around and faced Draco Malfoy.

“Yea, what is it, ferret?” Ginny asked harshly, still tired.

“Tut tut tut, Weasley. Is that any way to talk to a prefect?”

“Whatever, Malfoy.”

“Talking back are we? I think that merits you detention.” Draco said, smirking. There
was a mischievous glint in his eye that kind of gave her the creeps.

“Why is that? I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“Well, technically, you are out of bed and it is past curfew. However, I can be persuaded to not give you a detention.” He smirked annoyingly.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. “Who says I wouldn’t want the detention?” Draco just stood there smirking. “Fine. How can you be persuaded?”

“Why, just take a dare.” Ginny nodded to show she was listening. “Hm… Let‘s see…” He stroked his chin, pretending to think hard. “Ah, yes, I have it! The Slytherin’s are holding a Back-To-School party in the Slytherin Common Room on Friday at 11. I dare you to go.”

Ginny huffed. “Why should I go? The Slytherin’s all hate Gryffindor’s. How do I know this isn’t a trap to… I don’t know, do something bad to me?”

“Well, there will be people from other houses there, if it makes you feel any better.”

“No, it doesn’t. But I suppose the only other choice I have it detention. I think I would rather endure a party, even if a slimy ferret will be there.” It was her turn to smirk and his eyes to narrow.

His smirked returned quickly. “Don‘t forget to wear something appropriate.”

Friday, Gryffindor Common Room, 8:45 pm

Ginny sighed. The whole week, Ginny pondered if she did the right thing.

She knew that it would be better to go to detention (it would be shorter), but Ginny

Weasley never was one to say no to a party.

Sighing again, she went to her room to pick out an outfit.

Friday, Slytherin Common Room, 11:38 pm

By the time Ginny got to the dungeons, the party was already in full swing. She made her way over to the food table after spotting a table with drinks on it. She grabbed a bottle and was about to take a drink when she suddenly smelt something off.

“It’s alcoholic.” A smooth voice said behind her. She spun around to be faced with

Malfoy.

“Well, is there anything here that isn’t?” She asked. He smirked.

“No.”

FUCK! was her first thought. She sighed and thought, Well, just a little bit of alcohol won’t hurt. She downed the bottle and winced. It was a new, highly alcoholic, wizard drink called Ambrosia. Some witch in America by the name of J.D. came up with it. It was different from any kind of drink (alcoholic or not) that had previously shared it’s name. It contained a mixture of Muggle and wizard alcohol, plus many other things that were only known to it’s creator and her friend. It was very expensive, but well worth the cost.

Her friend Sabrina, nicknamed Moosk, was also renowned (in the underground) for making a non-addictive drug that was similar to the Muggle drug Ecstasy called Diligo Otium. Working instantly, it mainly targeted the sex hormones in your body and it‘s effects lasted for hours. Again, most ingredients where known only to the maker and to her friend.

The sad thing? Both witch’s were only 16 and still in school. Their products had been on the market for 3 years.

Oddly enough, the same witches had perfected banana-nut bread. Ginny tossed the bottle in the trash and reached for another.

Draco looked her up and down as she grabbed the bottle and slowly began to drink it. She cleans up good. Dressed in high heels that lit up when she walked, fishnet pantyhose, a short, tight, green and black plaid skirt and a form-fitting, low-cut, dark green shirt, she looked good enough to eat.

“Well, why am I here?” Ginny asked bluntly, not likeing how Draco stared at her, as if she was a piece of meat.

The question threw him off. “Why were you late?” he asked, trying to distract her from. He had no answer to her question and didn’t want to look stupid. “The party started at 11.”

She gave a non-committal shrug. “Well, I was going for being fashionably late.”

Rolling his eyes at her, he held out his hand and said, “Come on, I have something to show you.”

Being ever curious, Ginny took his hand and followed him. He led her though the maze

of dancing teenage bodies to a room off to the side that had a big sign stuck to it.

Ginny read:

Smoke Room

ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

“Malfoy, what’s it warning me of?” Ginny stared at the door uneasily. Suddenly she tried

to pull her hand out of his. “Let me go! I don’t think I want to go in there.” Ginny almost

screamed.

“Don’t worry, Weasley. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco sighed. “No, not really. Look Ginerva, you’ll just have to trust me.” He held out his hand again.

Looking into his eyes, Ginny saw that he really wanted her to trust him. With another sigh and a shake of her head, she replaced her hand in his.

With that, they entered a room full of people and smoke.

“Hey.” Draco immediately took Ginny over to a group of people and sat her down between himself and Blaise Zabini. “Did you guys miss me?”

Pansy, sitting on Draco’s other side, leaned over and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Of course. I see you found what you were looking for,” She said, looking at Ginny, who smiled timidly back and was rewarded with a sleepy looking smile from the older girl. “But why did you have to sit between Blaise and me? We were having such a great conversation.”

“Is that what your calling snogging now?” Draco asked playfully.

Pansy just smirked and took the joint that was being handed to her. After taking a couple

of puffs, she passed it to Draco, who repeated what she had done then passed it to Blaise, passing Ginny right over.

Seeing the look of confusion on her face, Draco leaned over and whispered, “I don’t think you would like it. It’s pot.”

Ginny turned to glare at him. “I know damn well what it is, Malfoy.”

“Would you like to try some?” He saw Ginny hesitate. “If you don’t want to, you don’t

have to. I only brought you in here so that you wouldn’t be alone.”

Gathering her Gryffindor courage, Ginny replied, “No, I’ll try some.”

This time when the joint came around, Draco handed it to her. Before this, she had only smoked a couple of cigarettes, so at least she didn’t cough when she inhaled. After a few puffs, she passed it to Zabini. At first, she didn’t feel anything. Then, after the fifth time a joint came her way, she started feeling a little fuzzy.

Draco handed her another bottle of Ambrosia, which she quickly downed. She tried to think of how many she had had so far. Was it the eighth or tenth? She couldn’t remember.

Saturday, Smoke Room, 1:47 am

Soon after all of the joints had run out, Blaise pulled out a baggie of little blue pills. Staring at him dizzily, Ginny watched as he poured out several pills and, after putting the bag back into his pocket, passed a pill to everyone at the table. He paused when he came to Ginny. He stared at her for a moment, then looked at Draco. “Do you want her to try one?”

All around the table, everyone had already taken their pill. Draco had been about to when Blaise had spoken to him. After a moment of looking at his friend, he turned to Ginny.

“It’s up to you,” he said, his face showing no emotion, but his eyes showing a slight worry. Ginny bit her lip, trying to think clearly.

“What is it?” She heard herself asking, slurring her words slightly.

“Diligo Otium” Blaise said simply.

Part of her wanted to try it. Another part had firmly put it’s foot down and was refusing to try it. The first part won.

Ginny gave a small nod to Blaise, who, after a split second hesitation, handed her one of the tiny blue pills. Draco handed her another drink. At the same, they both popped the pill

into their mouth and chased it with a drink.

Draco’s private quaters, 10 minutes later…

Ginny and Draco hastily kicked off their shoes, not wanting to lose their claim on the others lips. She tugged at his shirt, trying to relieve him of it. His hands seemed to be everywhere, unzipping her skirt, pulling off her shirt. Her hands made their way between them and started working on the button of his pants.

Standing and trying to undress each other at the same time was getting tiringDraco picked her up and lay her down on his bed. He kissed his way down her jaw to neck, causing her to moan. Frustrated with his pants, Ginny muttered a spell, causing both of their clothes to disappear. Draco barely noticed, continuing his way down her body, kissing and occasionally nipping gently with his teeth, causing Ginny’s moans to become louder.

Finally, with a groan, she roughly pulled him back up to her and reclaimed his lips with hers. She spread her legs and, as he settled between them, could feel his hardness pressed up against her leg. For the second time that night, she was scared.

She reluctantly pulled her mouth away from his. He looked down at her questioningly.

“I… I’ve never had sex before.” She whispered. He smiled gently and bent down to kiss

her softly. When he spoke, she could feel his lips brush hers.

“If you don’t want to, I understand.”

She shook her head. “I want to. I just thought you should know.” He leaned down until

his mouth was at her ear and whispered softly.

“I’ll be gentle.”

Ginny bit her lip and nodded to Draco, telling him she was ready. Not moving from his position except to raise himself up a bit, he ran his hand across her stomach and muttered “inervete”. Resettling himself and taking her earlobe in his mouth, he bit down at the same moment that he pushed into her. She was so distracted by the pain in her ear that she didn’t noticed that Draco had entered her until he stopped biting and moved himself above her.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly. She nodded. He stayed where he was, letting her get used to the newfound feeling.

After a moment, she relaxed against him. Again, she nodded to let him know she was ready. He slowly pulled out of her, then, with quick movements, pushed himself back in. Ginny started moaning, this time from the pain his huge penis invoked in her as it moved in and out. Soon, her moans started sounding more like those of pleasure than of pain.

They both climaxed at the same moment. As she did, Ginny felt like she was flying in a flash of brilliant colors and images.

Draco collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Never before had sex been so powerful. He rolled over and looked at Ginny. She was fast asleep.

Saturday, Draco’s private quarters, 12:58 pm

Ginny groaned, still groggy from the night before, and stretched her legs until they hit something. She was suddenly aware that there was a body laying next to her and an arm was draped over her waist. She sat up quickly and saw, to her horror, that the arm belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy.

She rubbed her face and closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened last night. She remembered arriving at the party and talking to the ferret. She remembered him leading her to the Smoke Room. She remembered smoking a couple of joints. After that, things were a bit fuzzy. Vague images floated across her closed eyelids.

Ginny realized how sore she was and where she was sore at. She lifted the blanket off of her and saw blood on the sheets. She gasped as she thought about what that meant. She saw her skirt lying on the floor. After wrapping one of the sheets around herself, she stumbled over to it and pulled out a mirror (her choice of a scrying tool). She closed her eyes again and willed herself to be calm and clear her mind. When she was sure, she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror’s depth, wanting it to show her something good.

What she saw shocked her so greatly that the mirror slipped from her fingers and landed on Draco’s shirt. With another glance at the young man on the bed, she quickly redressed and fled the room.

A/N: Whoot whoot! Another one over 2,000 words! Damn I’m good!

Well I hope that new readers will enjoy this and old readers will like it better than the original. Please tell me how I can improve by reviewing!

Also, Diligo Otium means love peace in Latin. Don’t ask.