The drug was a blurry rush of color and euphoria. Each moment was distinct, palpable, before it blended back into the waves and ebbs until Draco couldn’t recall how much time had truly passed. It was as if every negative emotion he’d ever experienced ceased to exist in this new drug-addled world. Draco could feel a short crystal glass in one hand, warm from his touch. He was vaguely aware there was a woman on his lap, straddling him in the dimly lit room. He was also aware of the raging hard-on she rubbed against, the desperate feeling of wanting to be inside her, or anyone, really. His eyes wouldn’t focus, but it hardly concerned him, because the blissful drug-induced state seemed to zap every real thought from his mind before it formed fully. 