Bliss

Bliss, An Adult Harry Potter Fan Fiction.


I DON’T OWN ANYTHING HERE EXCEPT BUDD. THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE MISFIT\'S \"ATTITUDE\". PLEASE DON’T SUE ME.


Budd looked up at the dark British skies as thunder rolled in the distance. \"London Calling\", he thought, as the first strains of The Clash echoed in his head.. He looked again at his acceptance letter for Hogwart\'s and grinned bemusedly. After he had loaded up his luggage he climbed into the train car closest to him. Might as well find a place to sit.

*_*_*

Hermoine Granger’s head jerked up from the book she was reading as a strange young man carrying a backpack and a large black case entered her compartment. His short blonde hair was spiked with jet-black tips and he was wearing a leather jacket with small metal studs spiked into the shoulders over his Hogwart\'s uniform. He was stocky and just around six feet tall. He motioned to the seat across from her and grunted a two-syllable word.

“Taken?\"

She shook her head side to side and watched as the young man set down his case, which she could now see was a guitar case. She looked back and studied his face as he settled himself across the compartment. It was long and brooding, and he had dark eyes. His left eyebrow was pierced with a large black bar. He lazily kicked his heels up onto the seat next to her and leaned back into the cushions on his bench, spreading his arms across the back of the seat. He noticed her staring at him.

\"Can I help you?\"

Hermoine blushed furiously. \"No. Sorry. I don\'t usually stare, it\'s just that-\"

\"What?\" he demanded.

\"Oh, nothing. I\'m sorry, really I am.\"

He rolled his eyes at her, put on a pair of headphones, turned on some music, and leaned his back against the wall. This was going to be no better than the Orleans Institute back home, he thought to himself.

Hermoine took a deep breath and tried to hide her surprise at both his outburst and appearance as the young man listened to what she could hear as some obnoxious punk rock.

Except for his hair, he looked just like a young Serveus Snape, if Snape’s father had been Billy Idol.

*_*_*

Budd closed his eyes and hummed along to the melody. Lyrics poured into his ears:

Attitude, you got some fucking attitude
I can\'t believe what you say to me
You got some attitude

Inside your feeble brain there\'s probably a whore
If you don\'t shut your mouth you\'re gonna feel the floor

Attitude, the one you got, oh baby
Attitude, the one you got, oh baby
Attitude, attitude

Inside your feeble brain there\'s probably a whore
If you don\'t shut your mouth you\'re gonna feel the floor

Budd wasn\'t yet sure of this new person. He pumped up the music a tad more and let Glenn Danzig bellow another song into his ear. It was around this time that Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley entered the compartment. They saw the young, angry, Snape look-a-like. Ron poked his boot, which was resting gently on the cushion next to Hermoine.

“‘Scuse me, is someone sitting here?” questioned Ron.

Budd removed his headphones. “What?”

“Is someone sitting here?”

“Yes,” Budd replied flatly. “My boot is.”

Ron blushed. “Oh…well…um…Can you move it?”

Budd glanced at Harry (who was reminded by Bud’s response of Luna, no less) and Hermoine and then back to Ron. He put his headphones back on, and let his feet fall onto the floor. Turning his face to the window, he closed his eyes again. His music played on.

Ron mouthed the word “Mental” to Harry as they took their seats. He looked again at the student sitting across from him. Definitely Mental.

*_*_*

Ginny, Neville, and a 5th year friend of Ginny’s (whom Neville was dating) stopped by the compartment to say hello and went off to their own room. Budd slept through this, his music eventually stopping as the CD came to an end. Ron and Hermoine pretended not to be crushing on each other, each betraying their feelings when Hermoine dropped the tome she had held on her lap. They both grabbed at it, and, their hands meeting, both flushed red and stammered a bit. Harry, who had taken the seat next to Budd, watched this with amusement. His thoughts had turned to Ginny, who he had asked out over the summer. She had accepted, which filled him with giddy delight. They hadn’t told Ron yet, but Harry suspected that Hermoine knew. Harry and Ginny had stuck to making out and watching the sun set at the Weasley House over the summer, and Harry thirsted for more than just some kissing and heavy petting. He remebered getting his hand into her pants and feeling the damp warmness there. Just as Harry’s mind was slipping into neutral, a cold voice came from the doorway of the compartment.

“Who’s your new boyfriend, Potter?” said Draco.

“Malfoy, that insult was so dumb-“

Further conversation ended as a knife appeared to grow handle first out of the doorframe near Draco’s left ear. Draco gave a look of comic surprise.

“That was an intentional miss and don’t you dare reach for that wand, or the next one, I put in your face,” said Budd his cool and measured voice stating his point flatly.

Draco’s surprised face turned into a sneer. “Do you have ANY IDEA who my FATH-“

Another knife appeared in the doorframe near Draco’s right ear. Draco flinched and backed quickly out of the doorway. Ron gaped at the doorway and then turned to Budd.

“Wow! That was…um…amazing!”

Budd picked out a bottle of water from his backpack, stood up and fetched his knives from the doorframe.

“Thanks,” he replied, almost shakily.” Where’s the bathroom?”

“End of the hall, to the left.” Said Harry. “You know, you’ll probably get in trouble for that. They frown upon chucking deadly weapons at students, even if they’re stupid cunts like Malfoy.”

“I figured as much.” Budd left.

Harry watched him leave. “From Orleans Institute, eh Hermoine?”

Hermoine also watched Budd leave. “Yes. Definitely.”

Ron looked puzzled between them. “How the hell did you two know that?”

“It’s on his backpack, Ron. Look.” Hermoine gestured at Budd’s bag, which he had left on the seat.

*_*_*

Budd locked the sliding door and pulled the small leather case from an inside pocket of his robes. He turned on the sink and sat on the small toilet. The encounter with Draco had shaken him up a bit, and he needed a quick fix. He opened it and poured a small amount of white powder onto a spoon he had also removed from the case. He added a small amount of the water and, using a bit of cotton he removed from the end of a Q-Tip, stirred the solution around a little bit until the powder had dissolved completely into the water. He removed a blue tourniquet from the case and wrapped it around his left bicep. His left antecubital vein stood up in sharp relief to the surface of his elbow joint.

Budd stuck a syringe into the solution in the spoon and drew it up. Taking it in his right hand, he stuck the needle into his vein on his left arm. He dug a little bit, got a flashback of blood into the syringe, and pushed the plunger down. He removed the needle and before he put it down on the counter he could taste the coke in the back of his throat. He removed the syringe and took off the tourniquet and pressed a wad of toilet paper onto the injection site in his arm. He could hear the rush coming, like a train. The water coming from the faucet sounded like a flow of broken glass.

This was bliss.

*_*_*

Author’s Note: So my first fanfiction is done, just like that. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW, even if it’s just a “Woohoo! Drugs!” or a “Jesus, that sucked” (more constructive answers are appreciated;) ).
Let me know if you guys wanna hear more – if I get a positive response, I’ll write out the next chapter. I think after I open with Budd getting settled and into the swing of things, and revealing some more back story I’m gonna make it pointless smut, an Alcohol and Ecstasy-fueled orgy in the Gryff. Common room with Budd, Ron, Ginny, Hermoine, Susan Bones, and few others. I promise some sex, at the very least. Got some drugs or pairings you wanna see (or both)? Let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

Thanks,
Chance

EDIT HISTORY: 5-22-2005: Changed some sentance structure and corrected spelling errors. Corrected formatting error.

5-24-2005: Changed character placement error - had Neville\'s name written instead of Hermoine\'s for some reason.