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Hurricane Drunk

When Penelope Price wakes up after a drunken night next to Sirius Black, her life is turned upside down. Being the school's infamous chubby girl isn't easy, and now that the Gryffindor bad boy has his eye on her, she's going to have to face a whole slew of horrible, hilarious, crazy problems while trying to figure out just what happened that night.

Prologue

Everything ached. Everything. Places I didn't even know could be sore was throbbing. Most of all my head.

Groaning, I sat up and tried to open my tired eyes. I could feel my mascara clumping my eyelashes together, preventing me from opening my eyes. I rubbed them and swung my legs over the bed, frowning as the action made my head swim with dizziness.

I couldn't remember anything.

I yawned, stretched my arms over my head and groaned as my back popped loudly. I winced at the blinding sunlight streaming in through the windows and shielded my eyes with my hand. Wait. Why were the curtains on the floor? And better yet, why were the red and gold.

I was a Ravenclaw.

In fact, the entire room was completely different than mine. The four beds in the room were skewed, but I could see that they made a cross through the room, each one against the four walls. Red and gold streamers, pom-poms, and flags littered the floor and hung off the canopies of the beds.

My heart pounded beneath my chest as I looked around the room. A girl was snoring against the wall, with two boys wrapped in red sheets beside her. I didn't recognize them from my own house.

Crap.

Where was Luce? Where was I? Where was my shirt?

Sighing, I put my head in my hands, trying to think between the pain throbbing through my brain. I was no party girl. And in fact, if you count a 10 year old birthday party at the zoo, this would be only the 2nd party I had ever been to.

And apparently I had been wasted.

"You're an idiot, Pen."

From beside me, the bed shifted and someone moaned into the pillow. I whirled around, my head immediately screaming at me how much of a bad idea it was. I stumbled in dizziness and stared as Sirius Black rolled over in the gold cotton sheet he was wrapped in. Shirtless.

And I didn't want to know if he were knicker-less.

He looked up at me through a sleepy haze, his hair sticking in every direction. I expected something with a smirk, a 'well, hello there', something clever. What he said, instead was, "Who the hell are you?"

My wide eyes immediately set into a glare as I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around my chest, making sure every revealing body part was covered completely. The blanket shifted and I briefly caught a glimpse of the naked hip of Sirius Black. Oh God. Had we slept together?

"Better yet," I said, pointing at him as if I were scolding a child. "What did you do to me last night?"

"Do to you? Love," He sat up, pulling a pillow into his naked lap "I can't even recollect anything past the Quidditch game last night, let alone if we shagged in my bed." He looked around suddenly at his nakedness, his eyebrows raising as if pleased with himself. I pursed my lips and stomped my foot, cautious not to wake the sleeping students behind me.

"Well, I don't either. So, hopefully, nothing happened. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my clothes." I spun around the best I could wrapped in his golden sheets. The girl laying on the floor was waking, igniting a wave of fear deep inside me. I did not need anyone seeing me naked, leaving Sirius Black's bed. I had a reputation to uphold!

Ok, so maybe my reputation was only in my eyes, but still. It was an oath to myself, not to traipse around Hogwarts like a bitch in heat like some of the girls around here. They acted as if each boy was a new and exciting adventure, only to cry about the same break up two weeks later. "Girls." I growled, rolling my eyes as I pulled my familiar grey and blue shirt out from under the girl's legs.

She grunted and handed me a pair of bright pink underwear, which was also very familiar. Blushing deeply, I snatched them from her and slipped them on under the sheet.

The thought of shagging Sirius Black was bad enough…but doing it when three random strangers were in the room at the same time? That was more than I could take.

I found my jeans sticking out from the top of the canopy bed and pulled them and my shirt on, screwing the bra. I had more and all I wanted to do was run. Run to my room and cry and try to remember what the bloody hell happened last night.

Maybe Luce knew….maybe I had passed out before anything had happened.

Sirius was still in bed, but thankfully now dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms. He was smirking at me, as if he knew it all and found utter enjoyment on me being in the dark. "It's a shame you have to rush off so fast."

I glared at him as I walked to the door. He was sitting back on his elbows, grinning at me. I rolled my eyes. "That's not what's shameful." I muttered before fleeing down the winding staircase. As soon as I stepped into the trashed common room, I stopped in my tracks. Kids were already picking up the mess, charming the furniture clean and back in place. But, what was so strange, was the way the whispering happened as soon as I entered the room.

A boy holding a wide broom grinned and threw a head nod at me, as if we had been best mates for years. "OW! OWWOOOH!" He howled, rotating his hips as he danced with the broom. Another boy joined and waggled his eyebrows at me.

Oh God. What did I do last night?

"That was quite a show last night." A girl said, her arms folded over her chest with a scowl set on her lips. It looked as if she had practiced it a while.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I pushed past her and ignored the cat calls from the other students in the common room. I even decided to ignore it as she mumbled 'slut' under her breath as I passed.

I didn't stop until the Ravenclaw common room opened up and to my utter shock, it was in the same disarray as the Gryffindor. Luce was standing near the couch, instructing a group of boys to straighten the rugs and chairs, leading the cleaning crew as if she were a natural born dictator. Luce had that uncanny ability that annoyed me immensely, of always being in charge. No matter what.

One look at me coming in through the door, my arms crossed over my chest, her face lit up. It also immediately showed signs of shock and surprise. "Hey, you! Where'd you get off to last night?"

I winced at her words and shrugged my shoulders. "Woke up in Gryffindor…What happened last night?"

"Huge party, duh. Gryffindor killed Slytherin in the game, and James Potter said anyone who hated Slytherin could join for a party…Don't you remember?"

"No." I shook my head, smiling to a few girls who thankfully had no idea of the crazy things I had done in the Gryffindor common room last night. Thank God gossip didn't travel that fast. I figured I had until lunch before the professor's knew I had slept with Black.

If I did.

But, hell, all the evidence was there. With both of us naked in his bed, what else could have happened? And to think, I had made such a big deal about sex to Luce just months ago…she was going to think I was such a two faced, double standard, hussy!

"Pen!" I snapped my attention back to my best friend waving a hand in front of my face. She smiled motherly and patted my arm. "Hungover, eh? You were already getting pretty pissed here last night…I was kind of worried when you ran off with Potter and Black." Her green eyes lingered on mine a second too long, and I knew she suspected something had happened.

Best friends intuition was another super human ability she had. I smiled reassuring her and squared my shoulders with fake bravery.

"Yeah. Got a massive headache. Thank God it's Sunday." I waved to Luce, Simon (her boyfriend), and the rest of the gang before heading off to our shared dormitory. Luce's bed was made so neat and proper it made my messed up jumble of blankets look like a pig sty. I didn't care.

I fell back on my bed, my stuffed piggy rolling off the mountain of pillows onto my face. I squeezed him close and bit back the tears that threatened to spill. "Penelope Price, you've really fucked things up."

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