"Potter!" Malfoy half-yelled. Finding the filthy Gryffindor in his favorite broom closet to smoke in.

"...Sup... Malfoy." The broom smelled more like pot than usual. Harry's eyes were red and dilated, and the Slytherin was pissed the fuck off.

"C'mon Potter, you have to ruin this for me too?"

"I didn't even know you smoked Malfoy... Isn't this too.... Muggle for you."

"Shut up. I'll have you know my pot is high ass wizard kush. Its rare and expensive."

"That sounds....like you're being ripped off..." With Harry's brain being fried like an egg, he had no quelms about looking Draco up and down.

"Pfft." Draco began to leave to find somewhere else to smoke.

"Wait..." Harry said, holding the broom closet door open. "Join me."

"Potter are you insane?"

"No I'm high.... C'mon, i know we're enemies in the streets but we can get high in that sheets ya feel me."

Draco didn't know how to feel about this, but Harry's green and red eyes that reminded him of Christmas begged him to stay.

"Whatever but only because this is where i keep my stash." (Total lie)

*Spongebob narrator voice*
20. Minutes. Later.

"Draco do you ever think about like.......Think about Snapes hair"

"What do you mean?"

"Like....if you heated it up.... Would it be greasy enough to fry an egg on it...."

"Bro...."
















































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