Bliss

Bliss, A Harry Potter Adult Fan-Fiction

I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING – EXCEPT BUDD. THE LYRICS ARE FROM SUBLIME’S PURPLE DINOSAUR.


CHAPTER 2: THE SECOND NIGHT

His heartbeat slowed…

Bumpbump….bump-bump….bump..bump….bump…knock..

Knock?

\"Fuck!\" Yelled Budd. He had fallen asleep inside of the stall. And someone wanted to get inside.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Who’s in there? Hurry up, I need to use the loo!” said Draco Malfoy.

“Fuck off, Malfoy, you stupid cunt.”

He heard Malfoy gasp a little and listened to his footsteps going off. One problem taken care of, at least. He quickly gathered up the last pieces of his kit and looked at himself in the mirror. Pulling down the sleeve of his robe (covering his track mark and tattoos) and splashing some water on his face got him looking normal again. He opened the door to the bathroom and walked back to his compartment to find everyone sleeping. He snuck back into his seat, laid his head down against the window, and grimaced through the last of the coke working its way through his system.

He awoke to the sound of the Hogwart’s Express chugging to a stop. Gathering his belongings, he exited the car and followed Ron, Hermoine, and Harry to a carriage. They climbed into one.

“Are you ok?” Hermoine asked him.

“Fine.”

“Well, you look a bit pale.”

*_*_*
The following is an extract from the diary of Hermoine Granger.

We met an odd fellow on the train yesterday-looks like Snape, if Snape’s dad had been Billy Idol. I don’t know what to make of him – he seems to putting up a cold front, but I’m not sure if it’s an act for us to leave him alone. He throws knives, too – he put one on either side of Douchebag Malfoy’s (Douchebag – picked that one up from my cousin – it’s perfect for him) fat head, scaring the piss from him. Comic, really. He picked up on who Harry was pretty quickly, though – although I guess anyone with one eye and access to any wizard newspaper would know who Harry was, anyway.
He loosened up a little during the carriage ride up to Hogwarts – told us he was from the Orleans Institute in the United States. He’s doing some sort of study abroad program, and he picked Hogwart’s as his school of choice. Ron asked him about his knife throwing and all he answered was “My Dad taught me.” He didn’t elaborate, and we didn’t press the issue.
After the feast Mcgonagall asked Harry and Ron and Seamus and Neville if they would mind if Budd could bunk with them, and with Seamus and Neville having heard about Budd scaring off Malfoy with a couple of throwing knives, they quickly agreed. Mcgonagall then asked to speak to Budd privately and I saw her question him – I could only make out the words “Malfoy” and “Ear”. Budd related the story and Mcgonagall laughed. After she calmed down, she said something else to Budd. He nodded, reached inside his robes, and handed her three knives, which she tucked away.
Later, I saw Snape come up to him and shake his hand stiffly. They exchanged a few words and left. There’s something about Budd that I can’t put my finger on…something odd. I just can’t figure it out. It’s lik-

Harry and Ron returning from the kitchens interrupted Hermione’s scribbling. Hermione’s heart fluttered a bit when she saw Ron until he hiccuped drunkenly and smiled at her. They had a fair amount of alcohol in their hands; between the both of them they looked to have ten bottles of Summerbee’s Ale and she saw that Harry was also cradling a bottle of firewhiskey under his left arm. The small bag that Ron was carrying on his back clinked suggestively. . It was obvious they had already been into it a bit.

“Don’t tell me you guys have been drinking.” They had picked the habit up that summer – now that they were 17, they could legally drink in one of the pubs in Diagon Alley, and had done so to a considerable amount.

“No!” said Ron. He and Harry tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably and started laughing. Hermoine rolled her eyes.

They handed Hermoine a bottle, which see opened with a sigh. One thing she had learned over the summer was that it was not fun staying sober while your friends were getting mashed. She took a swig, and closed her diary.

*_*_*

Harry, Ron, and Hermoine were very, very drunk. They had polished off most of the alcohol when they heard some guitar riffs coming from upstairs and singing:

Lying in my plastic bed
Thinking how things weren’t so cool to me
My baby likes to shoot pool
I like lying naked in my bedroom

They had climbed the stairs up to Harry and Ron’s level, where they watched Budd play the guitar. He had changed from his robes into a pair of jeans and Joy Division tee shirt.

Tying off that dinosaur tonight
Used to be so cool
I’ve got that n-

At this point Hermonie’s bottle slipped through her fingers and shattered loudly on the stones at her feet. Budd’s playing and singing stopped, his guitar twanging in the middle of a fret change. Hermoine goggled at the broken bottle at her toes and looked back up at Budd.

Hermoine spoke first. “We weren’t spying on you – we just hear-”

“Is that ale?” Interrupted Budd.

“Yesh. Shummberbee’s Ale!” slurred Ron. He looked at one of the three bottles cradled in his arms. “You want one?

“No” said Budd, with a smile. “I want two.”

*_*_*

Harry hoped the Summerbee’s Ale would loosen Budd up a bit. Neville, Ginny, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot and the same fifth year that Neville was dating had joined them at the table and were drinking steadily He was playing with the label on his bottle, the ale’s creator looking up nervously at his hand as it peeled the label closer to the picture of him. Neville and the fifth-year excused themselves and went up to Neville’s room, leaving Ginny, Susan, Hermoine, Hannah, Ron, Harry, and Budd.

“I never figured the great Harry Potter one for getting blitzed.” Said Budd, a bit drunkenly, breaking Harry’s reverie.

“There’s a lot people don’t know about me.” Said Harry. He was thinking of Ginny again.

“Oh Jesus, you’re not coming out, are you?”

Hermoine giggled at this and nearly spit out her drink. She cupped her hand over her mouth and sputtered out another laugh.

“No,” laughed Harry, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Oi!” exclaimed Ron suddenly “I’m out! Another brew please, Budd!”

Budd dug deeper into the backpack. “Totally dry is the verdict, friends. This is the last one.” He tossed it to Ron

Ron looked down sadly, then brightened up again. “I have some Marijuana!” He dug into his pocket and produced a baggie with what looked like some chopped leaves in it. He threw it on the table.

The others at the table exchanged glances, and Budd reached across table. “Where’d you get this?”

“From Fred and George! They told me muggles smoke it. The nicked it from Dad’s office!”

Budd opened the bag and sniffed. “This isn’t hash. This is fuckin’ Oregano.” He threw the baggie into the fireplace. Ron sighed sadly.

The conversation had died and everyoner looked at one another. Finally Budd said \"Ok!\"

\"hi-What?\" Questoned Hermoine, hiccuping.

“You guys wanna get fucked up?” Budd eyed the group.

Ron looked at Harry, who looked at Hermoine. “Sure!” she said. Susan and Ginny also nodded in agreement.

“You guys ever heard of ecstasy?”

Everyone in the group shook their heads except Hermoine. “You mean MDMA, right?”

Budd nodded. “ It’s new – I’m surprised you’ve heard of it. You know what it is?”

“Yes!” she replied. “ I took some at a club this summer while I was out barhopping with my cousin! It was great – the taste was like hairspray, but I couldn’t stop smiling. It was awesome.”

“Wash Hairschpray?” questioned Ron. “ And wha aryoo doing drugsh, ‘mione?”

“Shuttup, Ron, it was once! I’m not the one getting drugs that were nicked from my dad’s office by my brothers!” replied Hermoine.

“I’ve got some upstairs.” He looked at the group expectantly. “You guys wanna roll?”

“You gotta try it guys! It’s fun! I’m so in!” exclaimed Hermoine

The answer was unanimous around the rest of the table – they all wanted to try this strange muggle drug this young man had brought in their midst. Budd went up stairs and returned with seven tablets in his hand – he gave everybody one and kept two for himself. He grabbed the half-empty bottle of firewhiskey from the center of the table, chewed them up, and took a slug from the whiskey. “Chew it up good, and then chase it with the whiskey. Make sure you swish and get all the pieces of the pill out of your mouth.”
He passed the bottle around. Everyone did as they were told, and when Budd got the bottle back,

“I don’t feel anything!” said Ginny

“Give it some time. It takes about thirty or forty-five minutes to go into effect. I’d put some music on, but my CD player was broken or something.”

Hermoine told him that most muggle electrical devices didn’t work inside the confines of Hogwarts, but she had something special. She told him to get his CDs and ran quickly to her room.

*_*_*

Ginny watched Budd go up the boy’s stairs to grab his CDs. Hannah was involved with a conversation with Hermoine about their schedule for the year. She looked down into her reflection in her beer bottle. She looked up and saw Harry staring at her. She felt an odd sensation in her stomach, a kind of quickening, and was suddenly aware of the rim of her underwear against her crotch.
“Hey there, Harry.” She smiled at him.

“Hey.” His eyes bored into hers from across the table. She thought of their romance this summer, about his warm hands down her pants, and shuddered a bit. “You’re pretty mashed, aren’t you?”

She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Harry. “Maybe.” She was flushed from the firewhiskey; she grabbed the bottle and took another slug of it. She looked up at Harry and belched petitely.

“Cute.” Said Harry. Ginny smiled even wider.

Budd returned down the stairs with a large envelope at the same time that Hermoine came back down. She had a large Kentwood boom box type-CD/tape player. She quickly cast a silencing spell on the walls of the common room. She then took the CD from Budd’s hand, put it in the top of the CD player, and pressed the “Play” button. They heard the CD whirring inside and as the music started, colored lights began flashing from no where. The sound was incredibly clear, and the lights that flashed and made patterns on the floor were like something out of a dance club.

Where did you get this! Mouthed Budd to Hermoine.

Witches secret! She mouthed back.

The bass throbbed. Budd produced some water bottles and passed them around to everyone. She danced for a good twenty minutes, and watched as some of the group sat down. Suddenly Ginny could feel the Ecstasy taking effect. Her pulse had quickened and her robes seemed to massage her skin.

She sat down in a nearby chair, removing her robes and sitting in her T-shirt and knickers. She drew her legs up into the chair and closed her eyes. She snuck a hand into her panties and began to stroke herself slowly, her other hand kneading her left nipple. The sensation was incredible.

Ginny increased the pressure on her breast and she sped up her hand movements, brushing her clit and pink, engorged, lips. Her labia felt like the sides of a very slick canyon wall, and she began to moan as she worked a finger into herself. She had never been this wet before, and as she masturbated more and more she got wetter and wetter. She squeezed her breast harder, and inserted another finger into her wet, sticky, hole. She could feel a drop of her juices running from the bottom of her vagina, across her perineum, and onto her small, puckered, anus. She caught her breath suddenly and came harder than she ever had in her life. The orgasm seemed to explode from her clitoris, and her body shook. She crossed her ankles and flexed all the muscles in her lower body, riding the giant orgasm out.

Finally it ended. The air in the room was cool on her moist skin, and her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes to find everyone starring at her with grins on their faces, their pupils large, and most of them were touching themselves. She took another deep breath and looked down at her crotch. The fronts of her thighs looked like they had been greased with animal fat; her fluids were everywhere, turning her small strip of red, downy pubic hair into a tangled wet mess. She rubbed her clitoris again and stuck her finger in her mouth. She could taste her own muskiness, and smiled shyly at her audience.

This was bliss.



*_*_*
Author’s NOTE:

Well, that’s chapter 2! I know I promised some smut, but considered this an appetizer for the giant orgy next chapter - 3 will open with a ton of sex you guys should enjoy. Please leave a Review! It helps me gauge myself as a writer and let’s me know what you guys wanna hear. Peace out till next time! (For anyone who keep\'s up with JKR\'s website the WotM for May 2005 was Felix Summerbee, who created cheering charms. I figured it only natural someone would\'ve created an alcoholic beverage after him)