Chapter Four: Spiked Punch For All
Rating: Teen
Word count: 1340
Summary: Once again, Sirius is approached by a girl. This time she brings a friend along for Remus. The couples head off to the dance floor where they are greeted by an unexpected drunk. By the end of the chapter Remus ends up under the mistletoe.
A/N: Sirius' dance was inspired by fanart I saw where his naval was exposed. The marauders were drawn sitting casually, and his naval was exposed. I don't get that. So I decided to dedicate his dance to that picture, which can be found at http:// images. /goldseven/wp Marauderscol.jpg (without spaces)

Remus leaned on the table and watched the party taking place around him. He tried to absorb his surroundings, but dirty thoughts of Sirius continually flooded into his head.

"Wotcher Sirius, Remus?" Remus looked around for the voice that called his name. His eyes fell upon two girls that were headed their way. He recognized them as the girls that Lily entered with: Kira Foxstone from Ravenclaw and Jessica Weller from Gryffindor, both seventh years.

"Hello, ladies," Sirius said with that grin again. "Can I get you both something to drink?"

"Oh, no, thank you," Jessica said. Remus figured she was the ringleader of whatever they were plotting.

"Then what can I do for you?" Sirius ran his fingers through his hair casually.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to dance," she said, as causal as he.

"I think I can spare a few moments for someone such as yourself." Sirius tossed his hair in a relaxed manor. 'Arrogant bastard,' Remus thought as he itched to touch the dark locks.

"Remus," the other girl finally spoke up, "I was wondering if you would like to dance with me." She was obviously the shy one of the group.

"Uh – what?" Remus said, thrown by the question. A sharp nudge in the ribs caused Remus to agree to the dance.

"Oh, hold on a second," Sirius said, holding up his index finger, "I almost forgot." He took one of the bottles of alcohol from the table and poured the contents into the innocent-looking punch on the other end. "There, now everything is perfect." He discarded the bottle.

"Sirius," Remus hissed. "Should you really have done that?"

"Oh come off it," Sirius snapped back before extending his arm to Jessica, "Now, where were we?"

Remus shot a wry glance at the punch bowl before he lead Kira to the dance floor. His eyes, instead of being on his dance partner, were on Sirius. The song that was playing was a fast one. Remus was relieved that he did not have to be touching the girl, and that Sirius was not being touched by his girl.

He was swaying in time to the music, trying desperately not to trod on the girl's feet. It was obvious that Remus was not a very good dancer. Even with this being the case, Kira seemed to be enjoying herself. Remus looked over to see what Sirius was doing. The Gryffindor boy appeared to be attempting to belly dance. He had his shirt lifted, exposing his stomach, and he was shaking his hips. The audience around him seemed to fuel his actions. His movements became larger and more obscene. To Remus' relief, the song came to an end. He didn't think he would be able to watch Sirius without certain parts of him reacting to the seductive dance.

"This is my favourite song," Kira said softly. Remus had forgotten she was there. When Remus finally came back to his senses, he realized that her favourite song was a slow one. He also realized that she was waiting for his move.

'I should have left when I had the chance,' Remus mentally kicked himself as he put his arms around the girl's waist. She reached up and put her arms around Remus' neck, drawing them in closer to each other. Remus felt uncomfortable, this being the reason he hated slow dancing. They slowly revolved around a fixed point, shifting weight from foot to foot.

On every half turn, Remus looked over at Sirius. Apparently, Sirius was enjoying himself much more than Remus was. He jealously watched Sirius' hand slide lower and lower down Jessica's back.

"So, Remus, how have your holidays been," Kira asked, trying to start a conversation. Once again, he had forgotten she was there.

"What-oh- They've been ok. How about yours?" he said, still gyrating with the girl.

"Oh, mine have been quite good. My parents wanted me home for Christmas, but …" Remus completely tuned Kira out. He was too busy watching Sirius. His eyes narrowed as he heard Jessica's girlish giggle then point to the ceiling. Of course, there was mistletoe above their heads. 'There's too much bloody mistletoe,' Remus grumbled in his mind. For the second time that night, Remus had to watch Sirius' lips make contact with someone's other than his own.

"Dosh you mind if I cut in for thish dansh?" the drunken voice brought him back to reality.

"Lily Evans?" both Remus and Kira said, their mouths wide open.

"What?" she said, flailing her arms madly, "You bosh look shoo shurprised." Remus couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lily Evans. Drunk. Those are two words he never thought would be used together. Ever.

"Lily, what did you drink?" Kira said, letting go of Remus.

"I didn't drink nothing," Lily, said swaying slightly on the spot. "I only had one or four glashes of punch. It'sh really good, you know." Remus knew he should have done something about the punch.

"Lily," James said, frantically pushing through the crowd. Remus could tell that he was trying to be responsible for Lily.

"She's over here," Remus called out to James.

"Shhh," Lily giggled, "I don't want him to know I'm here." Remus seriously wished he had done something about the punch.

"I don't know what happened," James said, bewildered and out of breath. "Lily refused to touch the stuff I brought her, she only drank the punch. Next thing I know, she's disappeared."

"Sirius." That was all Remus had to say for James' look of confusion to be replaced by on of realization.

"I knew she was acting funny," he said before carting Lily off, "Let's go sit over here for a while."

"But I wantsh to dansh," Lily slurred. Remus watched James drag Lily away. 'I'd never thought I'd see the day,' he thought with a chuckle.

"What was that all about?' Sirius had finally decided to join Remus.

"Well, let's see … your spiked punch caused Lily Evans to become intoxicated," Remus said. He had to work very hard to control his voice, for the site of Sirius, all sweaty after dancing, almost gave him a coronary.

"Bloody brilliant," Sirius said beaming. "That girl needs to let her hair down more often. I don't understand what James' sees in her." Sirius was so immature sometimes … most of the time.

"Look…"

"Shh…" Remus turned around to see a couple of sixth year Hufflepuffs pointing at him and giggling. They instantly stopped as soon as they realized Remus was watching them.

"What's so funny?" Sirius turned around, asking the girls.

The girls began rapidly talking between themselves. Remus could hear only snippets of their conversation, "You tell him." "No you tell him." Finally one of the girls stepped forward, "Um … you both are under the mistletoe." The girls burst out into giggles.

"Well, what do you know Remus … we are," Sirius said, an arrogant tone in his voice. Remus grudgingly looked up, and sure enough there it was, right about their heads. Remus began to panic. He would have loved to snog Sirius, but not here, out in the open.

"Hm …" Sirius said contemplating the situation with a smirk plastered on his face, "what should we do?" Sirius turned to face the group of girls that had now formed around them, "Should I kiss him, then?" Remus' ears nearly burst from the enthusiastic response.

Before Remus could react, Sirius grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed their lips together. Remus stood there stunned. What should he do? What did one normally do when snogging their friend in the middle of a room of fangirls? Luckily, Remus did not have to think because Sirius pulled away. He grinned at the crowd; Sirius was obviously enjoying the attention. "I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did." Once again the crowd's response was earsplitting.

Remus still stood there stunned. Sirius just kissed him, and he said he enjoyed it. Could the night get any better?