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I scratched my eyes, I'd slept a good half of my Saturday according to my clock and had only been awoken now by an ongoing noise. Getting up was a challenge, but when I had managed I peered over the side of the banister to see exactly what had been going on.

The room was filled with Gryffindors, everyone smiling and happily clinking what seemed to be alcoholic beverages. I noticed the surrounding decorations that read Congratulations team. Oh right. Today had been the first Quidditch match, Homecoming. I guess this meant we had won, go figure. I was glad that the common room was dominated by people mainly of my year, even the Prefect was drunk off his ass. I observed quietly, contemplating whether or not to join them. The tri-wizard cup was just around the corner which meant more festivities, including the infamous Yule Ball. Ugh, just the thought of a dance made my stomach turn as I reached for the nearest bottle of wine. That's it, I was taking charge this year would be great and this year would be grand if it was one of the last things I did. I was tired of doing what everyone expected of me.

I returned to my room and changed quickly from pyjamas to a casual dress and a Gryffindor scarf. No one would know I'd missed the game, I'd blend right in, which wouldn't be that hard with 75% of the Gryffindor House intoxicated. As I got dressed I drank sporadic amounts of the bottle and was nearly finished before I was out the door, placing it down on the table with all the empties.

"Lily!"

Oh no.

"Where were you, I haven't seen you all day! Were you at the game? What a cute dress! Where did you get it? Do you think they have it in my size? Oh maybe I could just borrow it?" I laughed at Molly Prewett's inquisition. She wasn't quite the social butterfly sober but man did she loosen up with liquor.

"I got it a last year in Hogsmeade. I forget what shop.. but yeah sure I guess you could borrow it."

She simply looked up at me with a drunken smile before staggering away towards Arthur Weasley. The whole year knew they were smitten for each other, now the thing would be if they would finally admit it to themselves and just go out already.

I smiled at nothing in particular, as one does when they have half a mind and a bottle of wine running through theirr veins. Everything was gold and happy, I liked that.

I didn't notice but I was wandering around just aimlessly smiling at everyone, getting equal drunk smiles in return. I loved Homecoming, I loved Hogwarts, I loved this wizarding world. I Just loved everything.

Just then I collided with someone, who nearly spilt their drink on me.

"Watch it!" I shrieked.

"Woah, calm down-" said a familiar voice, pausing for a moment, "wow you don't look half bad Evans."

Of course it was this asshole. But why was my face getting hot? He disgusted me and had just pretty much insulted my everyday appearance, yet for some reason I didn't move.

"No really, I mean it." James Potter said coyly, smiling (not smirking?) at me.

"You're drunk." I dismissed his compliment, turning away.

He grabbed my hand and chuckled, "Yeah but so are you."

I frowned at him, unsure of what to do since he had my hand and the fact that he was touching me was barely registering.

"Wanna do something about it?"

I scoffed when I realised what he was insinuating, but still remained mute.

"Follow me."

He was still holding my hand as he led me further and further away from the party and the golden glow, and for some reason I didn't seem to mind all that much.

He led me down a winding staircase, which one I could not tell you. I barely knew this path when I was sober let alone intoxicated. Why was I going along with this? Why? The answer didn't come verbally to me but I could feel it. This was fun.

After some minutes of walking we ended up at the end of an empty hallway with only a huge door to call company.

"So um…"

"Shh!" He whispered putting his other hand to my lips briefly.

There was a burst of warm where he'd touch me and I could not shake it off in this state.

James peered around before opening the doors where a gust of warm air flooded in, greeting us. And then there we were outside, at the cloisters. I scowled unimpressed because I'd been expecting some forbidden chamber or something more exciting than something I saw on my daily pedestrian commute to class.

He disregarded my look of bemusement and sat on the brim of one, I followed for some unknown reason.

"It's darker here, so I don't have to see your face." He joked as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

He noticed my look of bewilderment.

"Kidding! I really need a smoke break after that win, all those people exhaust me."

I frowned, still unimpressed. He then pulled out a flask from his side pocket and took a swig of it, passing it to me.

I don't know why it seemed like a good idea, but I didn't want to seem less tough in front of him so I took it from his hands roughly and took a swig myself, instantly regretting it. It tasted like swamp water mixed with mustard and burning.

"So not a vodka fan?" He laughed as he finished off his cigarette throwing the butt on the ground and stomping on it and taking the flask back.

"Not entirely. I'm not a fan of you though." I said squarely, crossing my arms. Man was the sass coming out.

He looked at me raising an eyebrow, "Oh? and why's that?"

"Where do I begin? You're arrogant, you're selfish, you're all kinds of awful and to top it off you're just plain rude."

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then took a step closer.

I ignored this advance and kept on babbling, "You're inconsiderate, you think you're all high and mighty, you're hair is not THAT much better than Severus's, let's face it and- what?" I stopped mid rant noticing his intense gaze.

"Kiss me."

"I beg your pardon? I will not, you may be attractive and I may be drunk but I am not stupid-" I stood there as he cut me off.

"Shut up."

And I don't know but in that moment, the way he was looking at me wasn't the James I knew, wasn't the asshole I saw in the hallways, this was different, this was…I couldn't describe it.

He lowered his gaze and his breath slowed until he was inches in front of me.

"Now kiss me."

So I did.