This is going to be a two part story, this is part one. New Years dance at Hogwarts.
Remus
James
Sirius
Peter
James, is that a sock in your pants?
Ye... I mean nooo.
That's not going to impress lily you know.
It's not a sock.
Wait, is that a pillow?
Sirius! Get your hands out of my jeans!
Yeah, why are you wearing jeans to the New Year's dance anyway?
Because muggles do that, and Lily likes muggles.
So you've changed your technique? Last year you wore a tie and you ironed your pants because you wanted to show lily how mature and romaaaantic you are.
And then she poured wine on you when you gave her a rose and started reciting a poem in the middle of the dance floor.
James blushed and gave the giggling teenagers a really angry look.
She was in shock okay! She thought it was romantic but didn't want to show it!
Their giggles turned into laughter and Sirius fell to the floor, tears in his eyes.
Oh bugger off you two. Jamsie-james had enough and walked out of the room.
Ohhh, d'you remember Remi, his poem? It was something about her nice teeth right?
Sirius and Remus shared a look and collapsed to the floor with laughter. Just when they calmed down and stood up, peter came in looking amused.
Ooohhh Pete why so happy?
Oh, no reason.
Are you getting laid tonight?
Well, if I am that's none of your business.
He took a last look in the mirror, smiled and left.
Oh peter, finally getting some.
Speaking of getting some as you call it, who's the lucky girl that will get your traditional midnight kiss under mistletoe?
Oh, you'll see.
Sirius winked, put his arms around Remus' shoulders and started blabbing something about boobs. Remus rolled his eyes but followed him to the dance.
Meanwhile, the teachers were still preparing some last details for the dance. For an example, professor Flitwick was trying to charm pixies to the tree, as they kept running around and wouldn't stand still. Pomona Sprout was trying to calm down the mistletoes that wouldn't stop growing, apparently someone thought it would be funny if he threw growfast on them and because they were already glued to the ceiling, she couldn't do anything else but try to charm them back. But McGonagall of them all, had the hardest and most important job. She was the supervisor and was assigned to count the students by the door, make sure they didn't bring any alcohol with them and help them, if they got injured. Surprisingly, the students didn't come without at least one bottle of fire whiskey each and some of them came already drunk. This has never happened before and took everyone by suprise. Usually these dances ran along quite well and disciplined, it was almost like someone charmed them into thinking it was appropriate to get wasted. Minerva was going crazy, running from one side of the place to another. The dance hasn't even started properly and already everyone was going insane.
Ladies and gentleman, it's almost midnight and it's time for some slow dances!
Minerva was standing beside the dance floor; holding a cup in her arms and watching the students dance, smiling. After ten, everything calmed down when some students left and others started dancing. She glanced at the clock. At the other side of the room, a black-haired oh-so-hot-every-horny-teenager-was-looking-at-him-hoping-to-get-his-midnight-kiss Sirius black did the same. 11:42.
It was time for his master plan.
