A/N: This is one of two gifts for my cousin, Rieza, in congratulations to her graduating and receiving 6 distinctions. I'm proud of you, cuz!
Oh, I don't own the geniusosity of HP. Yes, I just invented a new word, because I'm awesome like that.
Last Friday Night
Severus Snape opened his eyes lazily. His head was pounding – his mind was fogged. As was his eyesight, for that matter. He blinked several times, wondering if he'd need eyeglasses.
He caught sight of a blonde head of hair and instantly fear struck itself into his heart. He had next to no memory of the previous night – a Friday night. All he could remember was being depressed and Lucius showing up. There was a faint ringing in his ears. He sat up and shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the noise.
He looked at his surroundings – he was in his home, on his bed. The blonde was Lucius. Wait – what the hell was Lucius doing in his bed? !
And the ringing wasn't ringing, but a slurred voice singing.
"Cruella de Vil… Cruella de Vil… if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will…"
He glanced around. Narcissa. What the bloody hell was she doing here? She was swinging back and her forth, both eyes half-closed. She wore a fez that obviously had seen better years.
A snore made him jump. He looked back. The blonde turned around to face him, still deep asleep, he was wearing nothing but what seemed to be a striking red speedo. In his arms he cradled a guava. Luckily he that was Severus Snape was fully clothed, be it in a neon pink robe.
Wait! Neon pink? How in the name of Merlin did he get those on?
He looked around again, ignoring the swaying Narcissa. Wormtail was asleep, lying in a mustard-yellow pool of something Severus rather wouldn't know about.
Fenrir was propped up against a cabinet. But that wasn't what worried Snape. It was the cucumber suit the werewolf was wearing that piqued his curiosity. And why in the name of both Merlin and Morgana was he here? He could understand Lucius, Narcissa and Wormtail being in his home, but not the psychotic werewolf.
A loud yelping reached his ears. He glanced around, and what did he find atop the bookcase? One very nude Sirius Black howling in his sleep at a non-existent moon.
Wait… Black was here too?
At that moment Severus Snape would've even resorted to shampooing his hair to know what happened the previous night.
A/N: So, flame me of you want, I don't care. It's for Rieza.
