The Annoyance of a Snoring Best friend

By BlueSmidge101

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter, I wish I did but I don't

'Aargh!' I block my ears. 'Why can't Sirius shut the hell up?' Ah yes, one of my best friends faults is that he cannot control his nightly sounds, charming.

I get out of my warm, comfortable four poster bed grasping for my glasses on my bedside table as I know that I won't get any sleep tonight. I look around the messy sixth year dorm for the Marauder's Map, trying not to wake my fellow Marauders. I look under the beds where the left over pizza is, in the bathroom, don't ask me why, and in my handy dandy trunk.

'Where is the damned thing' I think. I look over to Padfoots bed. Ha-ha he is sleeping with it!

I creep over to the bed where my best mate Sirius is stretched out bunched up in his white sheets tossing and turning. He has the precious map in his arms, I gently try to ease it out, and pause for a second when Padfoot mumbles in his sleep about chicken or something, but with a couple of tugs it is out of his arms and in my hands instead.

I pull out my wand and tap the old parchment whispering, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The parchment opens out to me, Red ink now painting the walls of the Hogwarts halls and passages. I swell with pride as I see the ink curling through the parchment.

I find the dot labelled Argus Filch through the winding corridors of Hogwarts, 'Yes, he is in his office.' I silently cheer. "Mischief managed," I said as I tap the parchment.

I tiptoe through the mess of the marauders dorm to the door and pull the door handle; it creaks loudly as it swings open. I cringe and pray none of my friends wake up. Remus rolls over, but nothing more. We purposely tampered with the door so that we could hear whoever came in, seeing I was the only light sleeper, this is very good.

I gently close the door and head off, and then a noise drifts to me while I walk quietly down the boys' staircase, a soft sweet note, like a singing bird. It gets louder and louder until I can hear words in a soft voice.

"We're driven' down the road, I wonder if you know. I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now." The person, a girl by her voice, is singing as I look into the red and gold common room, the fire still blazing. She is curled up on the most comfortable armchair near the fire whilst she sings. She is staring into the flames as if trying to figure out the world's most difficult puzzle. The dancing light picks up the gold hues in her vibrant red hair and I realize who it is, Lily Evans, the girl I have been pursuing ever since fourth year.

My heart aches as I see her there just singing to herself, by herself. Still two years on she still won't go out with me.

I sigh and her body tenses like a deer caught in headlights. 'Crap she heard me,' I think as she turns around slowly. I try and push my large frame back up the spiralling staircase, into the security of the darkness, but to no avail, she has seen me.

"James?" she calls to me with a curious tone to her voice, her eyes studying the darkness I escaped to.

'Oh crap,' is the only thought that passes through my mind before I scramble up the staircase in an attempt to distance myself from getting yelled at, or worse, rejected again.