Avoiding The Marauders

Blow Up The Moon

The Common Room was almost empty. It was late and after the events of today, I had gone to find some peace with a book in the library, hoping that when I got back to the dorm it would be empty and I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. That was one of my best traits, being a lone creature. Unlike others I did not thrive off of attention or others. In fact I really did enjoy the perks of being alone. It was so serene.

All those hopes were erased from my mind when I noticed that four of the seats by the fireplace were occupied, by non other than the Marauders.

"Evans!" Exclaimed Potter, as he threw his arms up in the air with a smile that spread across his face. "Come join us, Evans! We're having a party!"

This was answered by a joint cry of, "Whoo!", from the rest of the group. Their words seemed to be slurred and the bottle of fire whiskey became evident to me.

"Potter," I said, grabbing the bottle and stood in front of them all. They all lay sleepily in their seats and Peter seemed to actually be napping. "You're Head Boy! You need to set a better example!"

Sirius smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling into the spot next to him. "Loosen up, Lily. We're just having a bit off fun!"

Remus clapped and I frowned at him. "I can't believe that you agreed with this, Remus. I expected better from you at least."

He had the decency to look guilty but his response was overtaken by Potter's.

"Hey! I'm Head Boy!" He slurred, leaning forward to grab the bottle from me. "You should expect the most from me!"

"Yeah, like you earned it, Potter."

He looked upset and pulled back, lolling in his seat. "Why do you always call me that, Evans?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I like it better when you call me James." He turned his gaze to his feet and Sirius patted his shoulder, missing once.

I blinked. Even though this was a slurred comment, the way he said it made me think that this really bothered him. I felt a twinge in my chest and sighed. "Well," I said, quietly, "why don't we make a deal? I'll call you James if you call me Lily?"

He looked up and a smile formed on his face.

"Is that a deal, James?" I held out my hand.

He clasped it in his with smile. "It's a deal, Lily."

Sirius groaned. "Someone get them a room, this is so soppy it's killing me."

I felt my cheeks go red and looked at my feet in attempt to conceal it. Apparently it worked because the next thing I knew I was being hauled to my feet by my hands and yanked upwards.

Yelping in protest, I looked up to see a tipsy Sirius placing my hand on his waist and taking my other in his hand.  He then began to waltz me happily around the room.

"Black!" I yelled, trying to pull away. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing!" He exclaimed, flipping me backwards and I had to grab his shirt before I fell to the ground. "C'mon, Evans! I'm drunk! At least make it fun!"

"But I can't dance!"

"Neither can Padfoot!" Yelled Peter, who seemed to have woken up.

"Hey!" Sirius spun me on my heal. "I can dance! I'm a brilliant dancer! They call me 'The King Of Dance'!

Remus let out a laugh. "Who on earth calls you that?"

"Everyone!"

"Oh, yeah," I laughed, trying to pull away. "Sure." I managed to release myself. "Look, I'm Head Girl, I'm not gonna get caught doing this in the Common Room." I paused, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Where'd you get this all from anyway?"