Well, it's a bit short, but I wanted to get an update in soon so here it is. Not sure what I think about it so ANY feedback is more than welcome : )

A/N- really really wish it was mine.

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Pieces of Paradise

I rolled lazily out the tangle of covers that is more often referred to as my bed, and stretched out. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced out the window. The sky was dark and the rain was pelting down on the side of the castle.

Brilliant day for a Quidditch match, thank God I slept through it, I thought glancing at the clock on my night stand. The game should be over any minute now, perfect timing if you ask me. I pulled on some slippers and glanced down at my t-shirt and sweat pants, though Peta wouldn't have let me out in the world dressed as I am, I'm not bothered by it in the least. So I merely shrugged grabbing my glasses and a book before trudging down to the empty common room.

Seriously, what is the big deal about Quidditch? I questioned to myself scanning the empty deserted common room. It is raining, what the hell are people doing watching Quidditch, in the rain? I don't hate Quidditch by any means; I'm simply not a die hard. I refuse to go out in the pouring rain, wave a flag above my head, and scream my throat hoarse for a bunch of lunatics zooming around on broomsticks.

But oh no, the whole bloody house is out there, and if it's a win, then the whole bloody school, not Slytherins of course, will be in here for some celebratory cheer.I rolled my eyes at the thought of Potter and his cronies relishing in their victory. No doubt Black will attempt to crowd surf, Potter will be having sex in the chair that am sitting in, Remus will be leading the House in some sort of cheer, and Peter…well he'll just be there. I swung my legs over the side of the chair and opened my book.

No sooner had I read past the Chapter One title, than people began rushing through the portrait hole. I watched a drenched group of first gush over the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Clearly the horrible weather had not affected the skills of our fantastic Gryffindor players, I thought sarcastically rolling my eyes towards the first years and returning my gaze to the book in my hands. Needless to say, it didn't stay there very long. Before long the entire common room was flooded with masses of people, the carpet was drowning in the water which was dripping steadily off of every one of its inhabitants. When it seemed that the whole of our house had arrived, Remus walked through the portrait grinning widely. He let out a whistle and all eyes were drawn to him.

"Fellow Gryffindors, and who ever else has managed to sneak in here to celebrate our incredible team," He began standing on the couch nearest to the door, "I would like to present the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" He shouted. At that moment the whole lot of them came bursting through the portrait and the room burst with cheers and woops. It was all a lot of fuss over a ruddy game; people treat them like they are celebrities of some sort. I mean come on; Remus announced their bloody arrival for Merlin's sake! I looked a the group of players and immediately noted Potter soaking up the glory, and attempted to rid myself of frustration with him by focusing on my book. Not that it would really be in any way affective. I mean I'll credit myself a good reader, I don't spend every dying minute reading, but when there is a Quidditch match going on, I'll lend myself to a book or two, but who in their right mind could concentrate with all the screaming and the giggling?

"Well Evans, I see you got yourself all dolled up for the occasion," Black noted sliding up next to my chair.

"Well Black, I see you've bothered to shower recently." I replied sending him a glare pointedly focusing on the clumps of mud that littered his hair and robes. He crinkled his nose and cracked a grin.

"What can I say? Ladies love the rugged look on me," He commented, thought I saw him brush off his robes slightly.

"And so modest too!" I exclaimed raising my eyebrows. Black took this as his cue to leave, so obviously he pulled up a chair and made him self comfortable. I sighed and attempted to ignore him, but his heavy breathing in my ear made this quite difficult.

"Can I get you an inhaler or something?"

"Oh Evans, you always did pity the disabled,"

"Potter, asthma is hardly a disability," I scoffed. He leaned against the mantle, his broom up against the wall, one of his hands resting lightly on it. His hair was not plastered to his face as Black's was, but instead looked like someone had taken a tub of gel to it and spiked it in every which way. He chuckled lightly and raised his eyebrows.

"Tell that to Peter," He said nodding his head to the short boy who was sitting on the couch opposite to us with an inhaler up to his mouth panting furiously. "Could barely breathe just walking up the castle, poor kid."

"Remind me to send him a get well card." I sympathized still gazing at his struggling figure.

"You really do pity the disabled," Black said sarcastically. He then resumed normal breathing and abandoned his chair.

"Where are you going Padfoot?" James called after him.

"To go break my leg. That should be disability enough eh?" He replied before sauntering over to Frank Longbottom. Potter laughed and eyed the chair that Sirius had just left open. I glared at him, and he returned it in a smirk. He had only taken a few steps towards said chair when a blond girl sprawled herself out on it as if she were taking her last dying breathes.

"Impeccable timing Peta." I noted, grinning at Potter who looked only slightly irritated with the girl in the chair. She smiled looking back and forth between Potter and myself.

"I'm glad to see you and Potter are getting to know one another better." She gushed sweeping a stray piece of hair back into its high pony tail.

"He was just leaving actually," I said in an undertone.

"But Evans, do you have any idea how hard it is to walk when you're suffering from a broken ankle?" He asked lifting his right leg and wincing in mock pain. I rolled my eyes and suppressed a smile, don't encourage him.

"James! Are you okay?" Jessica asked worriedly eyeing his ankle. James sent a subtle smirk in my direction as Jessica tried to support his teetering body.

"It just hurts a lot," He replied biting his bottom lip. I watched with utter disgust as Jessica dragged him away. How low can these people get?

"OI EVANS! IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP ALL THE GOOD DISABLED GUYS WILL BE GONE!" Sirius shouted from across the common room. I sent him a questioning look as he motioned to the brunette sitting next to him rubbing his leg, and Remus who was seemingly trying to get Peter to breathe again. I rolled my eyes and turned to Peta.

"How was the game?" I asked as I watched her blue eyes light up with interest.

"We played a bloody fantastic game! We almost won but-"

"Wait, you guys didn't even win?" I asked incredulously looking around at the amount of people in the common room.

"Well not exactly-"

"You guys rallied half the school for a lose?"

"What ever happened to the phrase, it doesn't matter if you win or lose it's just how you play the game?" Black asked looking hurt.

"Probably the same thing that happened to your leg." I replied sliding my glasses off of my face and up onto the top of my head seeing as they were not getting much use.

"What is wrong with his leg?" Peta asked studying is perfectly healthy, muddy leg.

"He broke it," Potter answered walking up next to Sirius.

"Liars!" Remus accused as he too joined the conversation.

"Why are we celebrating if we lost the game?" I shouted wanting to know what everyone was so giddy for if they didn't even win!

"Evans, we are celebrating because we are the Marauders, celebrating is part of our code. You however, are moping about with this pathetic thing," Potter said picking up my book and gazing curiously at it. "Because you have no sense of adventure."

"And apparently you have no skills because you just lost a Quidditch match." I fired back.

"Hey, I take that to heart!" Peta jumped in her defense. "And we didn't lose, we just didn't win. Game got called off early, the score was tied."

"And, this gives us plenty of reason to celebrate the fact that Slytherin did not win." Remus pointed out.

"Hey guys," Peter greeted as he awkwardly joined us in talking, shouting, what ever you would like to call what we were doing. "Remus, can I have my inhaler back?"

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