No Control // Wolfstar

Eight

Peter is the last to leave the dorm. His slippers hit the stone staircase quietly as he hurries down to meet the others. Remus and James are speaking in hushed voices in the corner while Sirius sits on the couch reading over the Daily Prophet. He crosses the room and sits patiently beside Sirius. Every now and then he tries to steal a look, but quickly turns away whenever Sirius catches him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, James?" Remus questions, anxiety laced in his voice.

"It's my cloak," James answers reasonably. "You said you trusted Sirius."

"I do."

"That's more than enough for me to trust him, too." James whirls around, "Alright boys," he says holding up the cloak. "Can't get anywhere sitting on our bums, can we?"

Sirius and Peter haul themselves off the couch to join the other two at the portrait. James pulls out his invisibility cloak and shakes it twice. Peter follows under James' arm, and Remus huddles in close. He grabs onto Sirius' arm, holding him near so they don't show.

"This is roomy," James jokes.

The portrait swings open, the cloak just barely covering their shoes, as the Fat Lady rants about being awoken. They walk slowly and quietly through the dark corridors, only tripping once on the Grand Staircase when it moved. Peter hums a tune under his breath while James navigates the way expertly; Remus and Sirius stand behind them, their arms still linked together. After stumbling along the first few minutes, they come to a rhythm in which they all step at the same time fluidly.

Across from a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, an empty wall stood. James whips off the cloak, throwing it across his shoulder lazily. "This is it," he says staring up at the stone wall. "Okay Sirius. You do the honors."

The trio backs up a few steps, allowing Sirius to reveal the door. He paces the floor twice, and as he passes the boys for the third time, a large door appears just as it had earlier. A marvelous cheery wood door carved with elaborate markings. The handle was pure gold, practically glowing as if calling for the boys to enter.

"Holy mother of hippogriffs..." Remus whispers in awe.

Sirius opens the door, leading the boys inside. The spacious area was completely different, James and Peter noticed. Instead of the convenient hideaway they discovered running away from Peeves, the room was filled with windows and a large fireplace with two couches facing each other and a plethora of food and drinks.

"Cool!" Peter exclaims rushing in.

The fireplace roars over a fresh stack of logs, heating the room comfortably. James twists open one of the bottles of firewhisky standing on the table, taking a long swig for himself before passing it along to Peter. Peter takes a smaller sip, grimacing at the taste.

Remus and Sirius sit on the opposite couch on either ends with their own bottle. Sirius takes a drink easily as anyone would water, and Remus forces a smile when the burning liquor slides down his throat. James snickers across the way when he sees Remus' face.

For the next hour or so, the boys snack on the food laid out, talk about things in general, and of course, get drunker as time passes.

"I think that Dumbledore's beard is fake," James slurs. "There's no way that hair can look that good!"

"Amen to that," Sirius cheers, holding the third, half empty bottle up.

Remus leans back, his head nearly resting on Sirius' shoulder. The room was spinning in all directions and there were three sleeping Peter's sitting across from him. A strong aroma of spice - cinnamon maybe - musk, but overall cleanliness - like fresh laundry - became poignant. Remus inches his face closer, the scent growing stronger.

It was Sirius.

And damn did he smell good.

"I don't know why we haven't hung out before Sirius," James says. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Sirius shakes his head, "No."

"Me either. But Remus does!" James winks at the sandy haired boy. "Say Moony, have you made a move yet? The horizontal tango, if you will."

Sirius turns to Remus with a curious look.

Remus laughs, fully laying his head against Sirius. "I kissed her. Down there." Another fit of laughter passes through him. "I didn't really like it."

James snorts. "You have every opportunity to shag, but you still insist on keeping it in your pants!"

"I'm just not ready. Sue me."

Sirius smirks, hiding it as he takes a drink from the bottle.

"I don't know how you put up with her sometimes," James admits. He swivels around so that he's laying on the couch, his feet propped up on Peter's lap. "Sometimes she's just all up in my face and it's quite annoying. Kind of like a pesky fly." Remus scoffs as the others laugh. "I think you could do better."

"Abigail is great!" Remus defends.

"Let's be honest. She's okay at best."

"Since when have you had a problem with her before?"

James looks over at Remus and rolls his eyes. "Since I sit next to her during Potions. James you're doing it wrong. James I forgot my book. James are you even listening? I've started to hate my own bloody name!"

Sirius brushes his hair out of his face, resting his arm along the back of the couch where Remus lays against him.

"I want a girlfriend," James mumbles. He picks up a bundle of grapes, slowly popping them into his mouth. "I'm tired of meaningless sex."

"I've never had sex," Remus repeats loudly to nobody in particular.

Sirius pats his head saying, "We know Remus."

"Why can't I just get a girl who is smart, funny, kind, redheaded, and has bloody amazing tits?" James groaned. "Is that too much to ask for?"

"I know!" Remus blurts, suddenly sitting up. "Lily Evans!"

"No shit," Sirius says. "If him ogling her every day wasn't clue enough."

James holds his empty bottle upside down to drain the last droplets he could get. He tosses the bottle behind him, the glass shattering on the hardwood, without a care. "The best creation ever made in the world is girls and alcohol. And quidditch. And boys. If you're into that."

Sirius' eyes grow heavy, the room slowly getting darker. He catches the last few words spoken, and mumbles in agreement with James, "I love quidditch."

Remus' head falls onto Sirius' lap, though he makes no attempt to move. He shifts a bit, resting his hands under his cheek, "Yeah. I like..." He yawns, closing his eyes longer with each blink until they stayed shut.

All four boys lay asleep, completely wasted, leaving the conversations of the night to be faded memories.