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Chapter 2

Callie POV: Chapter 2. Ah, what alcohol does to you . . .

That day I wondered around in an almost drug-like haze. It wasn't the lack of sleep of the terrible all-day sickness (who the hell said it was morning sickness?) that was almost making me delusional—no, it was the complete horror. What sixteen-year-old wants to be sat on her bed wondering what the hell she was going to do now she was up the duff? None, that's who, well, unless that sixteen-year-old is slightly crazy.

The only thing sixteen-year-old should worry about are exams, who to go with on the next Hogsmeade trip, and what days they were going to hang out with their friends. At least, that's the only things I wanted to be worrying about. Yet, there I sat, staring at the star filled sky with my heart getting heavier by each passing second.

My sister came in at around nine o'clock and gave me a confused look when she seen my terrified expression. I probably looked like Voldemort had just popped up in the window to say hi. She asked me what was wrong and when I replied I had seen a spider, she shrugged it off and flounced into the bathroom. Spiders were my deathly fear, I hated everything about them, even the tiny, baby ones that you had to squint to see. However, I would have easily eaten five spiders if it would get me out of being knocked up.

I sat for an hour on my bed thinking about all the different ways I could have prevented this from happening. And they were a lot. It was sad, really, how many I could come up with and that if I had only changed one thing I wouldn't have been contemplating running head-first through my window. I could have ran away as soon as Lily mentioned the word "alcohol", I could have not have accepted the first, second, hell even tenth beer, and, most of all, I could have not shagged James Potter.

Yeah, that would have been the ultimate thing not to do.

It had started off a pretty normal weekend. Thanks to my ever-constant insomnia I had stayed up until four in the morning and slept till early afternoon. I had joined my friends for breakfast, or dinner for most, and then hung around the black lake under the slightly warm sun. Coco complained about school, work, bitchy girls and parties, and I, like the brilliant sister I am, silently listened and hummed when I deemed the right time.

It was not until around seven at night did things take a turn for the worse, not that I knew at the time.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MMMMMEEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"

The voice was coming from a giggling Lily Potter as Freddie Weasley came through the portrait hole with her balanced on his right shoulder. In one hand Lily had two bottles or tequila and the other clung to Freddie's tee-shirt for dear life. Following behind them were their family and friends. Cooper Fairfield, Lily's best friend, took a seat beside me and grinned widely, showing off her dimples.

"Look what we stole from the kitchens! Alcohol!" Lily boasted brightly as Freddie set her back on her feet. She shoved one large bottle into Rose's hands, who scrunched her long nose up and immediately passed it to Albus, and waved the other bottle like it was a trophy.

"It's not exactly hard, Lils," Albus grinned from beside me, "all you have to do I distract the house-elves with a light or something and sneak into the back."

"Shut up, you," Lily wagged her slim finger in Albus' face with a proud smile. "I'm proud of myself, don't damper my mood on my birthday, nitwit."

"I can't believe you're fifteen already," Louis Weasley sighed and Lily beamed. "Maybe we should lock you in a tower before you grow anymore. I don't think I can handle it."

"Well, start handling, cry baby!" Lily sang, motioning for Spencer and Keegan Fairfield to sit next to her on the opposite couch.

"Don't be such a spoilt sport, Weasley," I grinned mockingly at the handsome blonde. "The woman wants to celebrate her birthday."

Oh, would those words come back to bite me in the arse.

"Exactly! Thank you, Callie!" Lily squealed, cracking open the bottle and taking a generous swig.

Carly Longbottom and James Potter laughed from a little behind her and took a seat in the large circle we had all formed. I knew them all (who didn't?), the Potter-Weasley clan were famous, popular and always looked happy. Albus and Rose were two of my best friends, Albus and I had met on our very first train ride to Hogwarts. I had found him in a compartment trying to turn his pet owl red, but he only managed to turn the poor thing bald. Finding it funny, I tried to do the same to Lionel, but set the seat on fire. We bonded over trying to get the flames out. Rose came along not long after with her nose deep in a book and kept talking to me about all the "interesting" facts about Hogwarts. Coco was my other half, so we were all thrown together. Scorpius Malfoy joined us two years later when we saved him from being hexed by a bunch of sixth years.

I was also on friendly terms with Lily and Hugo Weasley, we talked and laughed but I was no where near as close to them as I was to Albus and Rose. James, Louis, Freddie and Dom, the year above us, had always been an unbreakable group, along with Dylan and Derrick Wood, Ethan Markesan and Carly Longbottom, they could always be found wrecking havoc somewhere in the castle. We chatted sometimes (asking James to pass the butter and bread counted as talking, right?), but when we did Albus or Rose was always around me

Half an hour later most people were tipsy, or out-right drunk, and Carly had come up with the idea to play truth or dare. Coco and Louis had snogged three times, Birdie, another one of Lily's best mates, had snogged Roxanne Weasley once, and then threw up in the fireplace. Freddie had ran down to the Great Hall naked and Cooper had eaten five worms, then promptly threw up in the flower pot near the window.

It was Carly's turn and Freddie, much to most people's dismay, had called dare master.

"I dare you to snog James."

She laughed and shrugged, getting to her feet to meet James halfway in the circle. James had moved to sit next to Lily five minutes into the game after claiming Birdie was giving her the 'I-want-to-shag-you-look', which he wasn't, James was just overprotective as was Albus, who kept sending Birdie a glare every two minutes. There was a collective sound of awkward giggles and whoops as the two snogged. I thought they made a very cute couple, along with around 75% of the Hogwarts population. People were always gossiping about them, about how they would get together, have a huge, lavish wedding and several cute, curly haired children. However, Lily has told me Carly months ago that Carly didn't like James in that was and was hopelessly in love with someone else, though she wouldn't tell me who. Stupid Gryffindor loyalty.

They stopped and grinned at each other before taking their seats again. It went on for a while, in which I had to put ice down my pants and give Albus a drunken lap dance, Coco snogged Louis two more times, Dom snogged Derrick, Dylan and Ethan, Freddie snogged Cooper, and then, earning a rise from most guys and a astounded gasp from the girls, Cooper and Lily snogged after getting the dare from a drunk Birdie.

At around midnight a few people went off to bed, staggering and holding each other up as they went. At around one the last people went to bed, Albus and Coco, until it was just James Potter and I. During the night I had gotten use of the full couch and was far too comfy to move while James sat on the opposite couch drinking some beer Louis had stashed under his bed.

"So, Denison," James said in a loose voice. "I heard you're getting it on with Bones."

"Not anymore," I replied sluggishly. "He cheated on me with that bitch, Chelsea Vane."

"Oh, sorry," he answered awkwardly.

I'm sure if I was sober I would have been extremely awkward and excused myself straight away, but I was drunk off many shots of tequila and bottles of beer, so I didn't give a shit. I carried on drinking and staring at the blank white ceiling as if there was something terribly interesting there.

James struck up a conversation about his favourite thing in the world, Quidditch. He was captain, and had been for three years, of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and they had had a very good winning streak. Then we talked about the likelihood of a giant and Hippogriff having a baby and the fact that Professor Slughorn could be a long lost relative of the whales. We carried on our disconnected talk for about half an hour until we got to the deeper stuff, love, death and a horny Professor McGonagall (that made me throw up a little bit).

At around three am September 18th, James Sirius Potter kissed me.

This, I was confused by. We hadn't talked very much before tonight and we only knew each other as a connection to Albus. James was into girls like Rebecca Stinson, Bonnie Finnegan and Natalia McLaggen, not sarcastic weirdoes like me.

The kiss tasted like beer and peanuts and was bore from drunkenness and horniness. I should have pushed him away, slapped him, kicked him in the nuts and then ran for my life, but I didn't. I stayed, because even though it felt strange, it was also kind of soft and warm.

When his hands gravitated to my arse, I pushed him way.

"We should be getting to bed," I said shakily. He pulled further away, nodding with a small sigh. He knew what 'too late' meant. 'I'm not going to shag you when we've only had one plausible conversation in our lives.'

I got up to walk back to the dorms but instantly fell back down again, pulling James with me after I had reached out to save myself. He fell on top of me, his swollen plump lips a centimetre from mine, slightly parted so his warm breath washed over my face. Suddenly, my brain kicked into drunken overdrive and it was like I had known James Potter my entire life. So I pulled him down to kiss me.

We rolled onto the floor, tearing clothes, banging heads off coffee tables and hitting limbs off nearby furniture. We kissed and awkwardly laughed and rolled around the floor like some wild animals.

The next day I awoke with a killer hangover, every muscle in my body sore and a terrible feeling of regret and anger. I left before James could even stir.

And that, my friends, was how I shagged James Sirius Potter in the Gryffindor common room and started an awfully cliché life.

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