You know what they say; drunk words are sober thoughts.

Enjoy. xx

"Felicity, please come out," pleaded Lily.

"The party is going to start soon and you haven't even gotten ready!" Marlene pounded her fists on the door with each word.

"Please, Fea. If we leave now we can still make it on time," Gemma begged.

But the girl behind the door didn't move. She lay on the tiled floor, willing the hollow feeling inside of her to go away.

"Felicity, please. We're getting worried."

"Just say something to us so we know you're alright!"

"I'm so sorry, Fea." Came the broken words from Gemma.

It was then that she stood with a sigh and unlocked the door, looking into the face of her sister, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. Her hair was neatly curled and she was wearing a pretty green dress.

Felicity's voice sounded hollow and void of emotion in her own ears. "Gemma, this will never have been your fault. You can't blame yourself for his actions."

"I'm so, so sorry, Fea. I should never-"

Felicity put her arms around Gemma and pulled her sister into a hug. "Do not feel guilty. This is not your fault."

Lily and Marlene glanced at each other before hesitantly looking towards Felicity. With her head rested on her sister's shoulder, she could see the room and them perfectly. With a sad smile and a jerk of her head, she motioned for them to shoo. "Get to the party or you'll miss it all."

"Won't you come with us?" Lily pleaded, wringing her hands. "It won't be the same without you."

"Oh pish posh, let's just get her ready," Marlene said, with a swish of her plum dress. She rummaged through her trunk until she pulled out her makeup case.

"I really don't want to go," Felicity said, reluctantly letting go of Gemma.

She was no longer tearful, but looked righteously angry. "Come with us. I promise we'll have so much fun and we'll pump you so full of liquor that you won't remember Sirius' name."

The thought of her veins running full of alcohol was a pleasant thought, as she had never let herself get drunk or really attend any sort of party before.

The girls took Felicity's silence as a yes and quickly started gathering things.

"She can wear this black dress…" Gemma said, quickly pulling it from her trunk and shoving it into Felicity's hands. "Put it on in the bathroom and then come back out as soon as you are done."

Much to Felicity's surprise, the dress fit like a glove. She didn't approve of the plunging neckline that seemed to show off too much of her chest and neck, but pushed the thought away because her breasts seemed to be covered for the most part. She turned and looked at her backside, slightly worried that it was too short, barely covering her arse, but if Gemma wore it then there shouldn't have been a problem for she was slightly taller and had longer legs than Felicity.

When she opened the door, it was to a slight chaos. Lily and Gemma were arguing over how to do her hair and Marlene looked extremely ecstatic that she got the chance to do another girls' makeup. When she stepped out, they all fell silent at stared at her.

"Sirius is going to wish he died tonight," Lily said with a sigh.

"He's going to wish he wasn't such an imbecile," Gemma added, giving Felicity a slight grin, which she tried hard to return but failed.

As the girls sat her down, she realised she didn't have to do anything. Lily and Gemma expertly took her hair down from her ponytail and started to curl it into 'delicate waves' as they called it. Marlene told her to just close her eyes and relax, so that was what she did. She could feel Marlene painting her skin and eyes with different products and knew that it wouldn't matter what she wanted, because Marlene would do as she pleased. She was left to her thoughts, which was a dangerous past time, however because she was surrounded by friends, it wasn't as bad as she thought.

Felicity hoped that Sirius was able to recognize her somehow and that he felt like an idiot. On the other hand, however, she hoped that she didn't see him for she was sure if she did that she would start to cry again.

By the time the girls finished, they decreed that they were going to be 'fashionably late' and that if anyone questioned them, they would tell them there was an emergency with their outfits. Lily's bright red dress swished as she gave Felicity the once over and deemed her gorgeous.

Felicity didn't feel gorgeous, she felt like an imposter.

The four girls headed down the stair case into the common room, heels clicking on the stone stairs. The common room was empty, as she had guessed it would be. As they made their way out of the portrait hole, Felicity questioned where they were going.

"I thought the party was in the common room?"

"It usually is," Marlene said. "But apparently they found a better place. Bigger room and more space for different things."

"I'm excited," said Gemma. "I wonder what it looks like. James said it was on the 7th floor, across from the painting of Barnabas the Barmy."

"I didn't think there was a room of any sort there," Lily said, her eyebrows furrowing.

The girls shrugged and kept walking. When they reached the 7th floor, there was a first year who was seated on a stool next to Barnabas, but there was no door in sight.

"Good evening ladies," the boy said, hopping down from his stool.

The girls muttered a good evening, unsure of what was to happen.

"In order to get into the party, you need to walk back and forth in front of this wall three times, thinking of the party, of you wanting to go to the party."

"Is he serious?" Gemma asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Only one way to find out," said Marlene as she started walking. The other girls followed suit as the first year sat back down on his stool, sipping a butterbeer.

Sure enough, on the third pass, the edging of an iron door started to appear.

"Bloody hell," cursed Gemma, taking in the door as it began to grow and form. Marlene and Lily also let out a couple of fair worded curses, but Felicity fell silent; she was beginning to get nervous.

As the door completely came into view, the first year spoke. "Have a nice night ladies."

Gemma was the one who walked over and opened the door with a large creak, the faint sound of music wafting out. One by one, the girls filed into the doorway until it closed behind them, leaving a brightly lit corridor. At the end, they could see bright lights flashing and moving as well as music blasting and bodies moving.

Halfway down, there was another first year, this time a girl, holding a camera.

"Good evening ladies," she greeted with a wave. "If you'd like I can take your picture."

The four girls glanced at each other before they realised that they weren't dressed as they had entered. There was a small collective gasp of wonder from each of them.

Gemma, who had sported a green dress with her hair curled, now looked completely different. Her dark green dress was replaced by a brighter green one that looked like it had sequins sewed into it. The effect made her look like she had scales. The dress went all the way to her feet, curving to her body perfectly, the sleeves clinging to her arms. Her hair was now straight and slicked back, with a beautiful yellow and orange mask now covering most of her face. It moved as she did, the flames seemed to be flickering in the light. Her costume made her look like an elegant dragon.

Lily, who had been wearing a knee length red dress was now wearing a flowing gown that went to the floor, the ruffles moving as she did, giving off different shades of red, orange and yellow. When she raised her arms, there were pieces of fabric that fell and hung in different lengths. Her mask had feathers adorned on it like a crown, her green eyes showing like slits. Her hair had been up in an intricate bun but was now flowing with waves down her back. "Merlin," she said, grinning at the other girls. "I'm a bloody phoenix!"

"My fucking skin is purple!" Marlene exclaimed. Sure enough, her skin had been turned to the colour of her plum dress. She was dressed in black robes that looked like they had the galaxy shining on them and a black pointed hat to match. Her hair had been turned a sterling silver and was braided, the end of it hanging over her shoulder and down to her chest.

Gemma laughed. "You look like a hotter and purple version of Professor McGonagall!"

The first year spoke up again. "So would you all like a photo?"

The group nodded and they all stood next to each other, laughing and striking poses. Felicity knew that she should try to smile and seem like she was having fun, for the other girls' sake. But all she desperately wanted was to find a mirror and see what she looked like.

The girl snapped the photo with a laugh. "I must say," she said looking at Felicity. "I think your costume is probably my favourite that I've seen so far. Your eyes- they just look completely mesmerizing."

"Are there mirrors anywhere?" she asked, the anticipation of getting to see what she had been transformed to growing with every second.

The first year laughed and moved slightly to the side, to reveal that in the wall there was indeed a mirror. Felicity was confused at how she hadn't noticed it before and the girl, upon seeing her confused expression explained it.

"The room accommodates what you need. If you'd like something, you just have to think hard enough and it should appear."

Felicity could barely hear what she was saying, for she was too distracted by her own reflection. Her hair had been turned from her normal blonde to jet black and hung in long waves down her back. The short black dress that she had been wearing had been changed. The dress was still black, but the bodice of the dress hugged her so tight, she was sure it was a corset. Her chest – well she had to say, it looked spectacular. Her dress flowed to the floor perfectly. And the best part, or worst – she hadn't decided yet, was that there was a large slit that went up her right leg, showing an awful lot of her calf and leg. All over, the dress glimmered and seemed to be moving – And she could see, her dress wasn't moving but the fabric gave off the illusion that it was, for there were hundreds of spiders that glimmered and moved every which way. Her arms and legs looked very pale next to her dress, the stark white skin against the black fabric. Felicity glanced at her face and seemed surprised too; there was a short black and lace veil that covered the top half of her face. Her lips were a beautiful, sexy shade of red and her eyes…. They were a bright violet.

If this first year thought that her costume was the best one yet, perhaps this party would be a little fun.

The girls walked to the end of the corridor and as they got closer, the music got louder. The room revealed itself to be quite huge. In the middle there stood a huge dance floor that most of the bodies seemed to be on. They all danced together and laughed and sang, although the music was almost deafening. On the far left hand side wall there were two exits that seemed to be bathrooms. On the right hand side there was a bar with stools to sit. There was also a set of stairs that seemed to lead to a loft, with more places to sit; couches and chairs for groups who wanted to enjoy each other's company.

There were a couple people that you could tell who they were, Marlene being one, for even if her skin had changed colour, her face had stayed the same. Felicity glanced around to try and spot the Marauders but she couldn't see anyone. She let her shoulders relax.

"Let's get some drinks!" Gemma shouted over the music and the girls agreed, walking over to the bar.

"D'you recognize anyone?" shouted Felicity in Lily's general direction. The redhead shook her head as she glanced around.

When Gemma handed her a small glass, Felicity didn't even hesitate to sling it back in a big gulp. She never had anything stronger than butterbeer and that only had a slight bit of alcohol in it. So when she swallowed, it felt like fire was going down her throat and she nearly choked.

"Felicity's got the right idea!" Gemma cheered before downing her own drink and ordering them all another.

Felicity felt like she was going to gag. She had never tasted anything so foul and didn't understand why people loved to drink that. So when Gemma tried to hand her another glass, she tried to refuse.

"It gets easier the more you have," said Marlene with a shrug before downing her own drink.

Reluctantly, Felicity gulped down another. And another. It wasn't until they'd each had 5 drinks that Gemma let them go onto the dance floor. Felicity's throat burned and she greedily gulped down a butterbeer before following the girls. She didn't feel anything yet except her mind becoming the slightest bit fuzzy. But why was there a need to think? She didn't want to be reminded of Sirius so she tried her hardest to focus on dancing and not thinking.

"Oh I love this song!" Shouted Lily as she grabbed Felicity's arms, swinging her around. She bumped into a couple of people and muttered an apology that went on deaf ears.

If anything, Felicity could have cared less about the dancing. She tried to keep up with the girls but she knew that she was a terrible dancer. After a couple of songs, Gemma took pity on her and dragged them all back to the bar for some more drinks. Felicity thought that Gemma handed her two, but perhaps she drank three? As the girls went to go back to the dancing floor, Felicity grabbed Gemma's arm.

"I think I'm going to go check out the seats upstairs!" she shouted, hoping that Gemma could hear her.

Gemma nodded in understanding and gave her thumbs up before the music stopped and the room turned quiet. Felicity recognized James' voice over the speaker but couldn't figure out where he was. "Girls choice!" he said before a song came on that was considerably slower.

"Grab someone and dance!" Gemma insisted, not really giving her a choice before shoving her in the direction of the first boy that she saw.

The boy was dressed like a ghost; he was even levitating slightly off the ground. He had a mask on that changed faces every couple of seconds before it settled on a grin. He didn't speak, just held out a hand in offering.

Before she could change her mind, Felicity took his hand and followed him to the dancefloor. They moved closer, a little reluctantly on her part, until they were chest to chest. He was taller than she was, so he leaned his head to her ear.

His voice was husky when he spoke. "Do I get 10 points and a kiss if I figure out who you are?"

Felicity couldn't help but laugh at his outrageous request. "You can try all you like," she said, bringing her voice a little lower to hide who she was. "But you'll never get it correct."

"I'm going to guess Ravenclaw," the boy said, pulling her closer, if it were even possible. "A sultry voice like yours and a keen mind to go with it."

Felicity decided to change the subject. "How did you do that? The levitating – floating, whatever you want to call it. Was it a spell?"

The boy laughed. "Fizzing Whizzbee's. They levitate you for just a little but it's enough to get the point across."

"Drats! I should have known. That was the obvious solution."

"You've got to be a Ravenclaw," the boy said, grinning. "I can ask you a couple riddells if you like?"

"Oh, I'm horrible with riddells; I would not get any of them!"

"Okay that's good, because I'm not sure if I could think up riddells on the spot!"

Up until that point, where she let out a laugh, Felicity hadn't realised that she had been enjoying herself. She felt relaxed and at ease. The alcohol was steadily making its way into her system and she was enjoying the feeling.

The boy twirled Felicity around before dipping her low. She was certain that she saw Gemma dancing with someone in a wolf costume and she gave her a grin before talking to the boy she was dancing with again.

"Enjoying yourself, mystery girl?"

Felicity smiled at the ghost. "Yes, I am very much. I've never been to one of these parties before but it's actually entertaining. The liquor is what really did it for me."

"Ah, I'm going to guess it's been a rough day," he teased, his mask raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know the half of it!" she laughed, throwing her head back. "If I told you, I'd probably come off as crazy. I acted like a lunatic today."

"I had to admit," he said, twirling her. "I had one of those days myself."

As the song ended, Felicity was feeling bold; her head was becoming fuzzier with each passing minute and she liked the feeling. "Did you want to grab a drink with me?"

The ghost's mask turned to a face of surprise before a smile settled. "Yes, that sounds like a great idea."

He took her hand and led her off the dance floor and Felicity caught Gemma's eye for a moment, long enough for Gemma to send a thumbs up her way. As they stood at the bar, the boy had his hand on Felicity's lower back and it felt comfortable. She wasn't sure why she was so worried about coming! She was having a great time.

Felicity and the ghost boy gulped down a couple of shots of fire whiskey, which she found out was what she had been drinking all night, before grabbing some butterbeer and heading upstairs to lounge on a couch. It was slightly less noisy up there for most of the people who had come were on the floor dancing, while a couple of stragglers littered the seats. Felicity noticed in particular that there was a girl who was dressed like a quill and another like an owl.

"The costumes tonight are so amazing," she said to the ghost boy, who nodded in affirmation. "They are so creative. I can't believe the Marauders were smart enough to come up with them. Although Remus is a genius, so I guess it was probably his doing."

The ghost boy shook his head. "Actually, I heard it was the room's doing."

"The room?" inquired Felicity. Suddenly, it was getting harder to concentrate. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, its magic," he said, laughing. "The room is enchanted. Anything you need, it will offer you. Costumes included."

"I should come here more often. This room sounds like it could be my new safe haven. I wonder if I'd be able to watch the stars."

Suddenly that got the ghosts attention. "The stars? Is that what your old safe haven had?"

"It was a tower, in particular. The view was spectacular. But I don't think I'll be able to go there anymore. Friendship is broken and I'd rather not run into him there."

"Ah, bad break up?"

Felicity wasn't sure why she was opening up to this person but she felt at ease. She sunk lower into the couch, leaning her head onto the ghost's shoulders. "No, we weren't dating. I wanted more and I don't think he did."

"Sometimes men don't know what they're doing until it's too late." The way he sounded made Felicity feel like he was trying to tell her something without actually telling her. She didn't think much of it as the liquor was running through her veins.

"So what shall I call you, ghost boy?"

"Ghost boy?" he let out a barking laugh that caused Felicity to laugh too. "I'd think I could be considered ghost man. I'm no boy."

"No? And what makes you think that?" She turned towards him, plopping her legs over his lap, her face closer to his. The slit in her dress showed off her leg and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off it.

Before he could say anything, someone tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump and turn around. Gemma stood behind her, costume still intact. "Just wanted to check in, you good?"

Felicity smiled before standing and hugging her sister. "I'm fantastic! I really am having the best time."

Gemma smiled. "Sounds like you've had plenty to drink."

"Can't say that I helped on that front too much," ghost man said, standing.

Gemma laughed. "Not to worry. Just watch over her, yeah?"

The music suddenly stopped and James' voice came on again. "Boys choice!" he shouted before another slow song came on.

"I heard the enchantment is going to be lifted soon, just wanted to let you know beforehand. Behave!" Gemma shouted before bounding down the stairs.

"Care to dance?" ghost man said, offering Felicity his hand.

As she entwined her fingers with his, she couldn't help but feel surprised at how well they fit together. Felicity must have said the comment out loud for the ghost laughed. They walked down the stairs, to which Felicity needed a little extra help with so she didn't fall down. It seemed as if her feet could no longer be trusted.

As the ghost man spun her around slowly on the dancefloor, Felicity leaned her head on his chest. The room itself had started to spin too so she shut her eyes, just living in the moment. When the song ended and they stood still, everything still spun for Felicity. "Can you take my over to the wall? Everything is slanting to the left."

"You don't hold your liquor very well," the ghost said with a laugh, but obliging anyways.

"I don't think I've ever drank this much before," she admitted, stumbling a little. Her mind was so fuzzy, she could barely think straight. "No more drinks for me," she said sternly.

"Are you going to be alright?" They had reached the wall and Felicity put her hands on it, focusing on her nails so the whole world didn't tilt.

There was a booming laughter on the megaphone before James shouted "5 minutes before the reveal!"

Felicity turned to the ghost. "Kiss me."

The mask morphed in shock. "What?"

Felicity closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto the wall. "I want…"

She didn't hear the mask drop to the floor, but she felt his fingers tracing her face gently. She was shocked when she could feel his breathe on her lips. "Are you sure?" he breathed.

Felicity didn't give him a chance but met his lips with her own and suddenly they were passionately kissing.

Up to that point, Felicity had never really kissed a boy. She had pecked Stanley, a muggle who went to her school when she was 7, but he thought she had been Vivian so they had never kissed again. This was the first real kiss, one that meant something to her. This kiss made her want more, it made her head spin more than it already had been. The kiss made her insides want to melt and her heart beat faster. She was kissing a complete stranger but she wanted more.

His hands moved from her face to her neck and her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands left her sides and tangled themselves into his hair. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she moaned. James came onto the speaker again, counting down from 60, meaning that she only had a minute until her costume wore off and she was back to her plain self.

Felicity kissed him harder, if it were even possible, and pulled him closer. She could feel every inch of him and she loved it. The spark of electricity and passion that was flowing through them was unbelievable and she never wanted them to stop. She wished it could stay this way forever, for it truly was magical being in the moment, kissing a complete stranger with such passion that she never knew she had in her.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"

But they didn't stop.

Felicity could feel the magic fading, slowly but surely. Her hair shortened, as did her dress. She felt the mask dissolve into thin air but they didn't stop, for neither wanted to.

When they did stop, both breathing heavy, Felicity kept her eyes closed until she heard his intake of breathe, a gasp that escaped his lips.

With a heavy heart she opened her eyes and realised that the grey eyes that stared back at her were familiar, because none other than Sirius Black was standing in front of her.

Her heart was racing. She couldn't think straight.

Felicity had come to this party to get away from Sirius and here she was, standing in front of him, her hands in his hair, her lips plump and a bit bruised from kissing him.

"Oh fucking bloody hell."

Sirius finally found his voice is was hoarse and as he spoke, it was wobbly. "Felicity?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, NO." She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs but she was frozen. What had she done?

With as much dignity as she could muster, she quickly turned and briskly walked out. She passed the first year with the camera, who asked how much fun she had. She opened the door with shaky hands. She walked past Barnabas, the other first year now gone, the only trace he was there was the stool.

Felicity began to run.

Her stomach ached. She felt as if she were going to be sick and a couple times, she had to stop to force herself not to vomit. Everything was spinning, she felt as if she were going down a tunnel that just kept turning to the left. She ran to the only place she knew where to go.

Felicity ran to the tower.

She realised as she approached that she didn't have her wand, but thankfully, the door was unlocked. When she walked up the stairs, she slipped a couple times at not being able to see her feet, scraping her knees. The tears threatened to overflow but she kept going until she made it to the top.

She half expected Sirius to be standing there, but he wasn't. Felicity thought she ought to be thankful but she was disappointed. Why had he had to have been such a good kisser?

Felicity gulped the air greedily. She shivered, not realising how cold it had been up there.

Footsteps rushing up the stairs alerted her to someone and before she could turn away, Sirius bolted onto the landing. She turned, not even wanting to look at him.

There was a silence before he spoke. "You felt that, right?"

She shook her head, tears falling down her face.

"How could you not have felt that!" he was yelling. "You can lie to yourself but you can't lie to me!"

"Merlin, Sirius!" Felicity exploded, goosebumps rising on her arms as she turned to look at him. His hair was fluttering in the wind and he looked angry. Her head was swimming with thoughts and emotions, trying to keep everything together but failing. "Can't you just leave me be for a moment?"

"No!" He roared. "I won't! Not until you listen!"

"Why should I listen to you?" Felicity roared back.

Sirius tried to level his voice but he couldn't, he still sounded as if he was yelling, even in his own ears. "You said before you trusted me."

"I thought I trusted you."

Sirius lost it. "Are you daft woman? What was your evidence that I shagged Isabella? Because I didn't. After you left, I went and got my things and left too. You can ask anyone who was there that day, I didn't stay. I haven't spoken to Isabella since, but you wouldn't have known that because you've been ignoring me and brushing me off! If you've paid any attention you'd notice that I haven't spoken to Isabella at all."

"I'm scared to let myself get close to you, because I'll get hurt!" Felicity screamed back, her mind a jumbled mess. "I don't want to be something that you'll like for a couple months then get bored of. I want more. I can't deny that I don't fancy you, because I do!" She strode up to him and grabbed the front of his dress clothes. "I can't get in too deep because if I get hurt it'll wreck me. Look at what happened so far! You didn't even do anything and I got it in my head that you were cheating on me and we aren't even dating."

His voice was barely above a whisper. "Why can't you give us a chance?"

"I'm frightened, Sirius. Proper frightened-"

His voice was hard and full of purpose. "Tell me what I have to do. D'you want me to go and tell the whole school that I fancy you? Fine, consider it done. You want me to woo you? I'll do that too." His hands moved to her face, softly pushing the hair away, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. "I don't have eyes for anyone else, Felicity. You are something so completely different and you always take me by surprise. I will do everything in my power to never hurt you if I can help it. You're so headstrong and brilliant, yet so soft and delicate. I can't believe you've been here the whole time and I've only just found you."

"I have a date with Bertram," she blurted.

Sirius smirked. "I know."

"I can't get out of it."

He rested his forehead on hers. "Don't."

"But-"

"Go out with Aubrey. Let him try to woo you. Then make your choice. If you find you fancy him, then go and be with him."

"You'd let me go? Just like that?"

Sirius chuckled. "I never said I'd let you go without a fight."

He brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. The kiss was different; it was slow and meaningful, done with care and tenderness. Felicity felt like her insides were melting and she couldn't get enough.

"You don't fight fair," she observed, her mind reeling.

"I never said I would."