A/N: We are ever so sorry this is late. I won't say that we won't do it again, because we probably will, since we're just mean, horrible people like that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and yes we DO know where we're going with this! So you all get to be in suspense…heh heh.

Celia and Ashley flew around on their broomsticks, whacking big, heavy balls at each other. Needless to say, they were Beaters.

"I can't believe Sirius was wearing leather," Ashley said through gritted teeth as she whacked the Bludger at Celia.

"I can," Celia responded with a smirk, as she whacked it back. "I think you should dump him."

"You just don't like him," Ashley said knowingly.

"Can you blame me?"

"…Yes!"

There was a momentary pause as Ashley had to go chase the Bludger that had hurtled past her.

"That would have lost Gryffindor some points, had this been the game," Celia remarked ever so helpfully.

"I know. We'll probably lose to you guys anyway, now that James has left the team."

At the mention of James' name, both girls went into a happy daze of fantasy.

This was probably why they didn't notice the Bludger coming towards them. It knocked them both off their brooms and onto the ground where they landed with a hard thud. They heard a laugh that could only belong to stupid-ass Peter Pettigrew.

"Look," said Celia, "It's stupid-ass Peter Pettigrew."

"Wormtail, what the hell are you doing here?" Ashley demanded.

Peter was laughing so hard he wet his pants.

"All right, it's not that funny," Celia grouched, and immediately decided on a plan of action.

The girls exchanged conspiratory looks. Peter was too busy with his squeaky, annoying laughter to notice as a Bludger came hurtling in his general direction. It connected with his skull with a satisfying crack. Peter emitted a squeal and flopped over on the grass, looking deadish.

The girls exchanged looks.

"What're we supposed to do after we've maimed him?"

"Dunno, didn't think that far in advance."

"Well, we can't just leave him there."

"We can't?"

"We might get framed for it."

"It doesn't count as getting framed when you actually did it."

They stood there in silence.

"I suppose we should take him up to the hospital wing."

"Yeah. Besides, we can see our friends. Who don't know we're friends."

With that, they hoisted Peter up and proceeded to drag him up to the hospital wing.

"Peter needs to lose some weight," Celia said with a groan as she tried to shift his bulk.

"He also wet himself," Ashley commented in disgust.

"I don't understand how James hangs out with him," Celia commented, looking dreamy.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ashley asked, confounded.

"Shut up! He's your Quidditch captain."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing," Celia said with obvious jealousy before sighing. "James is a Quidditch Captain…I could stand being in Gryffindor just for that."

"I know," Ashley said, beaming. "Though, it is rather distracting when you're trying to practice…"

By the time they had finished obsessing over James, they had collided with the hospital wing doors.

"Hello, doors," Celia said cheerily, since it was impossible to be mad at anything when picturing James Potter in leather.

Ashley and Celia strode into the hospital wing, moving quickly between the beds. They flung Peter unceremoniously onto a bed under Madame Pomfrey's disapproving stare. Now, flinging Peter onto a bed was no easy task, but they managed.

Severus was sitting up, supported by a pillow, reading on the bed across from where Peter landed. He looked very absorbed, and although his eyes narrowed in response to the recent commotion, he did not look up. Upon noticing him, Celia ran over to his bed and proceeded to crush him in a suffocating hug. Severus winced (seeing as how his ribs were in a considerable amount of pain and whatnot) and made a vain attempt to pry Celia off him, and to hide his suddenly flushed cheeks at the same time. Please note "attempt."

In the meantime, Ashley had found Sirius. Now, this wouldn't be nearly as entertaining if it wasn't mentioned that Sirius was surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls. They scattered upon noticing Ashley, which was definitely in their best interests, seeing as how she was on the warpath.

"SIRIUS LEE BLACK!" she yelled, fire blazing in her eyes. Sirius's eyes went wide as he desperately attempted to wipe the lipstick prints off his face.

"Um, hi, uh, Ashley," he stuttered nervously when the girl in question arrived by his bed. Ashley scowled.

"WHY are you wearing leather pants?" she snapped.

"I'm, um, not?"

Ashley's eyes flashed dangerously. "Oh, really? You mean just like how I'm not breaking up with you?"

"Wha- Sirius was cut off by a swift palm to the face.

"Celia, we're leaving," Ashley fumed. She stormed her way over to where her friend was now telling Severus what happened to Peter, and pulled her away.

"But-but-but- Celia pouted as she was dragged out the door.

Ashley and Celia stormed down several halls, several sets of stairs, and past several doors, until neither of them really had any idea where they were. Ashley was fuming about Sirius, while Celia was upset about the disruption of her visit to her friend.

"LEATHER PANTS!" Ashley shrieked at top volume, nearly knocking Celia out. "Leather pants! Does he even know the meaning of commitment!"

Celia looked rather smug. "I don't see why you're so surprised," she said, sounding quite a bit more cheerful than her face had suggested a while ago. "We can play pranks on him now. I suggest poisoning his food."

Ashley was about to point out that the poisoning of someone's food would file better under attempted murder than pranking, when they were both stopped by the distraction of a large sign in front of them, spanning the horizontal length of the entire hall, announcing

YULE BALL IN 3 WEEKS—ASK THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE

Ashley and Celia both stared at each other, the same thought occurring to them at once.

"I know who I'm going to ask," Celia said.

"Oh, no you won't," protested Ashley, "I'm getting there first."

And with that, they sped off down the hall in opposite directions, lost as ever, but each hoping that they could find the quickest route to something having to do with Quidditch.