Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

A/N: Okay, so I might have a bit of a writer's block. Urg. Couldn't write for my other fics (Don't worry, though. I will. Stupid writer's blocks are always temporary.) On that account: big thank you to all the reviewers on my other stories. I'm rather busy with RL at the moment that's why I haven't found the time to reply to you all in a PM. Please take this drabble as my thank you to you all :D

Anyway, I thought writing a drabble might help me get the writing juices flowing again. Luckily, there's a great place for Tomione prompts. If you haven't checked it out already, you can find the Tomionekinkmeme on tumblr. Great prompts, fills and other challenges all about Tomione. So thanks to the Tomionekinkmeme and to theweariestrivers for providing the prompt to this drabble: Alcohol/Drug/Sex - Hedonism - Tom indulges, a lot.

So what else to say? Enjoy the fic and let me know what you think about it. Every fanfic writer loves reviews ;)

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This is my Curse

Chapter One

Oh, he was feeling good. Fucking fantastic. Content smirk curving his lips, Tom poured himself another vodka. The shot glass was full to the brim. He didn't even care anymore. He thoroughly enjoyed the burning sensation as the alcohol touched his tongue. The pleasantly dizzy feeling in his head increased and he comfortably leaned back in his seat. His gaze wandered over the dimly lit room. Music blared from somewhere and the beats were thumping through his whole body. Tom couldn't tell anymore if the music was too loud or just about right. People had clustered on the dance floor in the middle of the room, moving to the beats. Tom blinked at the wild mass of bodies and the flashing lights. Red, green, blue and the barely clothed bodies merged into one wriggling mass, turning, twisting, coiling. Tom squinted his eyes. Were they all dancing in slow motion or was he seeing things? Either way, Tom laughed and drained another glass.

The drums of the music wonderfully swirled up his thoughts and Tom barely noticed someone sitting down beside him. He sluggishly turned his head. Abraxas Malfoy now slouched beside him on the tacky red velvet bench in their little VIP area. Tom breathed in deeply. He could barely focus his eyes on Abraxas' face.

"How's it going, Tommy?" the Malfoy heir slurred, silly smile on his face.

If he hadn't felt so good, Tom would have pulled his wand and crucioed the posh bastard for that address. As it was, though, he couldn't care less. There was something else on his mind. Extending an expectant hand to Abraxas, he demanded,

"Did you get it?"

His answer was a cocky grin and a small plastic bag filled with white powder in his hand. Tom didn't bother to thank Abraxas. The git was rich enough to buy his own body weight in coke. Tom ripped the bag open and used one of the club's business cards that lay on the table to meticulously form the white powder into a few lines. Then he rolled up a note.

"Hey," Abraxas protested half-heartedly, already a new glass in hand. "Don't hog it."

Tom ignored him. He bent over the table and, using the rolled up note, snorted one of the lines. Just to be sure, he did a second. Satisfied he leaned back, waiting for the high to hit. Abraxas had abandoned his drink and busied himself snorting a line himself.

Slowly a smile twisted up Tom's lips. This was amazing, wasn't it? Sure the club was Muggle, and no-one like that, but it wasn't half bad. Was it? Not at all. Tom nodded to himself. Even the dancing bulk of people looked appealing. He laughed and reached for his glass.

"I think I'm going dancing," Tom told Abraxas enthusiastically. "I'm pretty sure I can score tonight."

Abraxas nodded. "Yeah. Those Muggles don't look half bad. And they'll do everything for you. I tell you." A sleazy smirk grew on his face. "I don't even think it's illegal to imperius a Muggle."

Tom shrugged, eyes already searching for his prey. "You know what? I really think it is. But I'm not that desperate."

He reached for his drink and drained it. When he made to get up, Abraxas' voice held him back,

"What about Hermione?"

Tom's brow furrowed. He turned around and sent Abraxas a dark glare. His temper flared dangerously and he snapped,

"What about her?"

"Dunno." Abraxas sipped from his drink. "Just… you know… She wouldn't really approve, would she?"

Tom took a deep steadying breath. Leave it to stupid Abraxas to ruin a perfectly good night. Hermione… Pfh, Hermione wasn't here, was she? Tom was, though. And he intended to have fun.

"What are you going to do?" Tom hissed, malice twisting his voice into a threat. "Tell her?"

The fear washing over Abraxas' features was satisfying to watch. Hastily, the Slytherin backpedalled and stuttered, "N- no. I would never. Mate, you know that. I was just saying."

"Yeah, well. In future keep your thoughts to yourself," Tom warned darkly. "And stay away from my girlfriend."

Abraxas quickly nodded, panic in his eyes, and mumbled submissive assurances. Tom wasn't listening anymore. Anger still gnawing at him, he stalked to the dance floor.

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Luckily, it didn't take much to distract Tom from that unwelcome reminder of Hermione. He moaned as he thrust into the blonde who had her legs wrapped around his waist. The girl squirmed in pleasure, panting heavily. He ignored her guttural groans and only concentrated on his own approaching climax. He plunged hard into her, keeping his fast rhythm. The blonde moaned again, eyes half closed, drugged out of her mind. The next time he rammed into her, Tom felt her walls squeezing down on him. The girl screamed out as her orgasm hit her hard. He didn't stop or acknowledge her in any way. This was only about him. She wasn't Hermione, so he didn't care. Tom continued to thrust into the blonde and finally he reached his own sweet release. A groan falling from his lips, he pushed deep into her and stayed still, riding out his orgasm.

After that, there really wasn't much to say. Tom left the nameless blonde, still a shivering mess, in the ladies' toilet and staggered back into the club's main room. The music was still playing loudly. The people still danced. Lights flared. Tom rubbed a hand over his face. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled one of the pills. He probably shouldn't mix, but he really didn't care at this point. Tom swallowed the pill and threw himself back into the throng of dancers. The drums of the music pulled him in. There were bodies around him, rubbing against him, grabbing him, holding him. He let himself be washed away with them and the music enveloped him completely. They were all floating, flying. He kissed another blonde. It was a different girl, but he really didn't care either way. They looked all the same to him. There was only one that meant more.

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