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Sirius

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK, GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW! WE HAVE MARAUDING TO DO, YOU LAZY SHIT!"

Merely flipping his pillow to now cover his head, Sirius Black gave no indication of having heard the obnoxiously loud wake-up call. It was his birthday after all, shouldn't that give him the right to dictate his own waking up? Sighing contently he answered his own rhetorical question, wiggling just a little deeper into his plush, warm bed. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could get back to the dream he had been having about a motorcycle and a very pretty blonde girl, whose face he just could not place.

Concentrating on the blonde's beautiful Caribbean blue eyes and the hum of the motor next to them, Sirius completely missed the familiar creak of the floorboards next to his bed. The next instant his whole body hit the solid wooden floor with a thud. Even in his semi-unconscious state, his body reacted faster than his mind. He immediately bounced upright, his eyes snapping open, looking for his wand and the imminent threat, a hand coming up to push his dark hair out of his eyes. Instead of finding a Death Eater like he expected, he immediately relaxed as his eyes came across a tall boy with messy jet black hair, hazel eyes framed with delicate wired glasses and a triumphant grin on his face.

"Oh shove off Prongs." Sirius said tiredly. Looking around the room, this time concentrating just a bit more, he added as an afterthought: "What in Merlin's name did you do to my bed?"

Of all the days for his best friend to violently wake him up, this was just not that day. You would think James Potter would be just a bit more sensitive to other people's wishes now that he was made Head Boy. Evans sure as hell was not going to condone this type of behavior. With an amused smirk he watched James's expression twist into a vulnerably confused one, as he voiced these thoughts.

Sirius really had been happy for James when his best friend had received the news. He was extremely proud of his very own Prongsie, but mostly and above all, he had found the entire situation hilarious. James Potter, the trouble causing, arrogant boy was not only made Quidditch Captain in their seventh year, but also Head Boy! The irony was definitely not lost on Sirius, a fact he pointed out every chance he could.

"Come on Padfoot, play nice. It's not every day my best friend comes of age! Now, go take a shower, we don't have time for breakfast… or would it be called lunch after 12 PM? Remind me to ask Evans… HEY! That could be a great conversation starter! I could just sit there and listen to her talk, I could see those beautiful lips move and oh holy Merlin, I could watch her emerald eyes bore into me with such intent and purpose. God I love that girl. By the way, have I told you that she's going to be mine this year? Ummm… But yeah... Anyway, we're going to go get all the supplies that we need for the party tonight. I did tell you that almost everyone from Hogwarts is coming over? I did. Great. So Mooney's going to be here in five, oh no wait, three minutes, so put a shirt on, yeah? And preferably a clean pair of boxers."

Effectively finishing his soliloquy and not waiting for an answer from his supposed best friend, James Potter left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Really? That boy just couldn't go through one conversation without mentioning Evans. He really was whipped… No way in Merlin's left sock would that happen to him. Ever. Sighing at his best friend's predicament, he moved towards the bathroom, mentally preparing himself for a day full of boisterous laughter and lots of fit women. So pretty much just the usual, he thought with a smirk to himself.

Lily

Promising herself to never trust her friends again, Lily dutifully added some more mascara to her light ginger lashes. At least Nathan will be there. He'll keep the git away from me, Lily thought about her boyfriend, Nathaniel Scott, morosely moving onto lathering on a sheer pink lip gloss. She just could not fathom why her friends hated her this much, dragging her to Sirius Black's party. Not that she had anything against Black, or Remus Lupin or even little Peter Pettigrew. She was actually on very good terms with Remus, having been a prefect with him for the past two years. He was one of the kindest, sweetest and most intelligent people she knew, and probably one of her closest friends from Gryffindor, even though he was a so called 'Marauder'. But Potter, ugh... He was just a big-headed, toerag. And well, to put it mildly, they just did not get along. Their very public shouting matches were only the tip of the iceberg. Why her friends wanted to take her to his house during her short time of relaxation without him, was beyond her.

Looking into the mirror in front of her, Lily laid aside all thoughts about Potter and focused on examining her appearance. Her auburn hair fell in soft curls just below her shoulder blades and, for once, she had paid attention to her makeup, accentuating her striking green eyes.

"You think this dress is too... cheap?" Lily twirled around to find one of her two best friends, Adrienne Rosemary - Rose to everyone but the professors, posing behind her in a short black dress.

"Cheap is your signature look." Her other best friend Olive Miller said, winking playfully at Rose just as she finished lining her eyes with black kohl. Olive spun around in the flower patterned mini dress covering her fit, yet curvy figure: "How do I look?"

"You look gorgeous, like always." Rose replied in an assuring voice. "You both ready? Let's go!" She cried out excitedly and bounced happily out of the room. Lily took one last look in the mirror and fixed some out of place strands, before following her friends at a much calmer pace.

Olive

It was a warm evening. Late August nights were some of her favorites, Olive loved the smell of fall in the air. There was always a slight crispness that drew her to it, the air warm yet fresh. She was surrounded by people in the happy state of slightly tipsy. For her, the night had been a success. She had happily danced with a few guys, which was very unlike her. Usually she felt very awkward around the boys at Hogwarts, so she let Rose deal with them. After all that was something that came naturally to Rose.

She had been on the dancefloor for most of the night. Dancing was something she really enjoyed. At least after a few shots of firewhiskey as she was finally able to let go of her insecurities. The ongoing music, an upbeat disco song, came to end so she decided to head off the dancefloor to get more drinks, and some air.

She fought her way through the crowd, the air filled with the strong voice of the singer of some funk song she was not really familiar with. After pouring herself another shot of firewhiskey, she started to wander through the crowd, looking for her friends and enjoying the generally cheerful atmosphere.

Only moments later she found herself standing next to James and Peter, and listening to their conversation with half an ear, Olive let her gaze glide around the vast space. To her right were the rose bushes, beautiful and such a deep red that they reminded her of blood. Sitting on chairs by them were Lily and Nathan and by the looks of it, Nathan was boring Lily out of her mind again. The poor girl should just dump him. No one should have to stay with someone that didn't make them happy, Olive thought sighing to herself. There was Lily, so full of life and passion and then there was Nathan, full of cheesy lines and facts. They really needed to hold an intervention for the girl. On the left of the happy couple was the wide dance floor, illuminated with floating lanterns and alive with tipsily dancing young people. Amongst the crowd Olive could see both of her own roommates, Alice was dancing with Frank Longbottom. It was adorable how one could see how they only had eyes for each other. Hestia, on the other hand, was dancing with some of her Ravenclaw friends, all giggling like mad under the influence of the alcohol. Olive, Lily and Rose all liked Alice and Hestia. Alice, petite with black hair, was gentle and intelligent, but somehow they had never really bonded. Hestia, the strawberry blonde was always disappearing to hang out with her Ravenclaw friends, so they did not see a lot of her. The girls did not particularly mind, they were happy with the way things had panned out between them.

Near the edge of the mass of people Olive saw two blurry figures. Squinting her eyes, she could just barely make out the silhouettes of a girl and a boy. Both looked so painfully familiar. As the two made their way towards the small Quidditch supply shack near the edge of the yard, past the rose bushes, they passed underneath a light, illuminating their features. The boy had a handsome face, an athletic build, but his identifying feature was the hair. It was ruffled just right, passing over his face mysteriously. The hair suited him perfectly and Olive would have recognized him from a crowd of hundreds. It was Sirius Black. With him was a tall thin girl, wearing a short black dress that accentuated every curve on her body. She was not exactly the curvy type, more lean with the slightest pear shape to her. Like with the boy, the feature Olive focused on was the hair. The girl had long wavy hair that reached past her mid back. The combination was one that Olive had only seen one girl wear that day: Rose.

Nudging James, completely interrupting the conversation he was having, Olive silently pointed at the retreating figures. Recognizing their two friends, James's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as he turned to look at Olive, eyebrows raised. Without saying a word, they left a confused Peter in their wake, now only wanting to know the answer to the unspoken question: What were Sirius and Rose doing sneaking off together towards the Quidditch shack?

Rose

"You're not like other girls Rose."

Again with those six words. After hearing them constantly for the past 17 years of her life, Rose really was tired of hearing them. Ever since she was a little girl, her father would dote on her non-stop, telling her she was special every day. Thankfully back then, her brothers had been there to knock some sense into her when she became too proud, and kept her feet grounded. But it had not stopped when she arrived at Hogwarts. Her professors would incessantly remind her "that she had the potential to be an uncharacteristically strong witch, if she just applied herself" and repeat those six dreaded words. When Rose had grown into her feminine looks, the boys she consorted with would constantly call her special, trying to compliment her with those same six words.

In all honesty Adrienne Rosemary Selwyn knew exactly how good she looked in midnight blue, exactly how batting her lashes and chewing on her bottom lip drove men crazy with lust and exactly how to use this knowledge to manipulate the people around her. But lately it had just gotten too easy. What was the fun in manipulating men to chase after her if they were going to make it this easy?

Surprised that he had remembered her name, Rose was still thoroughly turned off by those six fatal words. She rather rudely shoved off the drunk boy eating her face, gave him a disgusted look and, in the tipsy state she was in, tottered off away from him.

Making her way to the drinks, her gaze swept across the Potters' illuminated backyard. Sirius Black, she noticed, was dancing with some Ravenclaw brunette and Olive was not far away, dancing with their other roommates Alice Prewett and Hestia Jones and surprisingly Remus Lupin. Lily and Nathan were conversing on a couple of chairs by the beautiful rose garden, probably discussing a boring book or another. Rolling her eyes at the two "party animals", Rose shifted her gaze to the messy haired boy standing not ten meters away from them, completely ignoring the conversation the pudgy, blonde-haired boy was trying to have with him. What was that boy's name? Rose probably would not have remembered it sober, so why even bother in the tipsy state she was in now? She knew everyone, and not being able to place his face bothered her. It was something like… Porter… or, Paul… or Peter… Yes! That was it! Peter Pettigrew! Silently congratulating herself, she turned around to help herself to some more firewhiskey. She felt the need to rinse her mouth after 'face-eater boy', what better way to do it than with alcohol?

Smiling in what she knew was an alluring manner, Rose asked the man in front of her to hand her one of the bottles on the table. The best part about Marauder parties, she thought, were the free booze. She knew this was mostly due to one Marauder boy in particular. Sirius Black always had a good time and ensured everyone else did too by always having enough alcohol for a small army. Or he just wants to ensure he gets his lay-of-the-day by making certain that every female present was acceptably intoxicated. Scoffing at his lowly tactics Rose sipped at her drink, scanning the crowd around her. The lights of the dance floor caught her attention, and suddenly all Rose cared about was downing the rest of her already half empty bottle and grinding up against some random boy.

After just a few short steps, she made it to the dance floor and up against an okay looking former Hufflepuff. Their semi-awkward dance was thankfully interrupted when a hot seventh year Gryffindor decided to cut in. Vaguely realizing she was now rubbing up against Sirius Black, Rose merely started dancing more exuberantly. Her hands wrapped backwards to hold his neck while his cupped her hips, gently and yet forcefully guiding their actions. This was nothing like dancing with the awkward Hufflepuff. This dance had harmony and more importantly heat between the two dancers. Rose could not even remember the last time a man was able to make her feel such raw, unhinged passion.

Probably experiencing similar feelings, Sirius twirled her around to face him. He slid his hands to just barely above her bum and she shifted her hands, gently running them through the hair at the nape of his neck, fingertips lighting grazing his jawline, a roguish twinkle in her eyes.

Sensing her mood Sirius pulled Rose through the crowd towards the Quidditch supply shack, just past the rose garden. Sitting himself onto the worn-out sofa in the corner, he gently tugged her into a position where she was straddling him. Anticipating his next move, Rose gave him one rule in a hoarse whisper:

"No speaking."

With a quick nod, he hungrily brought her face to his, hands snaking around her, exploring. She moved her hands to his glorious hair, making Sirius moan in the back of his throat. Rose could taste the firewhiskey on his breathe, but she didn't care. Her entire body was on fire.

How long they remained on that old ratty sofa, she did not know. Her mind did not register anything, not the time, not the place, only the man with her.

But fate had other plans for them, their bliss was interrupted by drunk splutter: "Padfoot?"

This deep voice was accompanied by another, this time female: "Rose?"