A/N: It's been literally forever. Eons, really. I have no excuses, just sincerest apologies. Also, check out my poll on my profile! It just might affect the whole plot of the story! Anyways, enjoy, lovelies. :)

Wasted (feat. Matthew Koma) by Tiesto

I would have dwelled for an uncommonly long time on that distinctive smell I knew I had smelled somewhere if Sirius hadn't pulled me back to reality.

"Georgie? Are you alright?" he asked, his newfound and oddly genuine-sounding concern evident in his tone. I nodded.

"Train of thought leaving," I muttered. Sirius grinned slyly.

"Am I on that train of thought?"

I must have paled significantly to indicate that yes, he had boarded on said train unannounced and it was beginning to rattle me because he barked (ha) out a short laugh.

"You do realize I'm just pulling your wand? No need to get your Quidditch jersey in a twist," he said. I pulled a face and stuck my tongue out at him. Lecherous dog.

"Oi! Georgie!" Leila shouted from across the room, looking absolutely wonderful in a burgundy dress and T-strap heels. She walked purposefully over to Sirius and I, and was smiling almost manically.

"I've been looking for you everywhere! Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Sirius. This is for you," she said, handing him a vinyl record. I tried to ignore the appreciative onceover he was unabashedly giving my best friend.

"Anyways, I need to steal Georgie for a bit," Leila explained, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. "Mind?"

Sirius shook his head. "Not at all."

As my best friend pulled me away from him, she quit smiling and narrowed her eyes at me. We stopped near the punch bowl, and Leila crossed her arms.

"You look horrid."

I blinked. "The hell did you just say to me?"

"You're so...under-dressed. I'm pretty sure I can conjure a dress out of the red velvet tablecloth over there that's much nicer than your outfit now," Leila teased. I pulled a face.

"But I like my jeans..."

"Well I don't, so I'm going to conjure a dress out of that red tablecloth," she said, pointing to said tablecloth underneath the record player. Next thing I knew, she had yanked it out from underneath the record player and had crumpled it a certain way. She proceeded to mutter spells and cast intricate wand waving patterns above it. White strands of light attacked the dress, almost as if it was supposed to form a web.

This went on for about ten minutes (approximately one Jackson 5 song, one Elton John song, and one Beach Boys song) before she held up the tablecloth-turned-dress triumphantly.

"I am not wearing that."

"Um, like hell you aren't!" Leila snapped, backing me up into a dark corner of the room.

"Leila, what are you doing?"

Then the bloody Ravenclaw (who acted more like a Gryffindor sometimes) actually yanked my shirt off! My arms immediately went to wrap protectively around my chest.

"Bloody-"

"If you don't put on the dress, I'll move," she threatened. I stared up at her defiantly.

"Try me, Kaplan," I hissed.

"Everyone will see how big your boobs are and wonder if you're wearing a push up bra just for Sirius's party," she replied in a singsong voice. I paled.

I didn't want anyone to see me half naked, much less a sizable percentage of Hogwarts. I glared at her as I held my hand out for the dress.

She smiled triumphantly and kissed the top of my head as I begrudgingly yanked it on and shimmied out of my jeans.

"Jesus, Leila, it's like I went shirtless anyway," I complained, attempting to fix the top half of the body hugging dress so that the neckline wouldn't plunge so much...

"What are you talking about, you look stunning..." Leila murmured. She fingered the edge of my dress. "I love this. I should do this for a living."

She eyed my shoes. "Maybe we should make them...black."

At the word, she flicked her wand at my feet, cloaking my wedges in a black shadow. Beatles' music floated from the record player and Leila squealed.

"Let's go dance, now," she said, dragging me to the dance floor.

I'm not entirely sure at what exact time things started getting out of hand, but I just knew things got out of hand quickly right after my outfit change.

I had lost Leila some time after we had danced.

James, who had faked being drunk, was actually drunk now.

"SHE'S GOT ELECTRIC BOOOOTS, A MOHAIR SUIIIIT, YOU KNOW I READ IT IN A MAGAZIIIIIINEEEE," he shouted at the top of his lungs. He stood on his throne and had his red and gold Gryffindor tie wrapped around his head like a headband.

It was quite terrifying, really.

Sirius had disappeared somewhere, probably with some bimbo. A vapid Hufflepuff named Amanda Geoffries, I think. She was the head of his fan club. I thought I had seen Peter leave the party about a half hour ago, and Remus was nowhere to be found.

People were dancing on tables, rather than on the dance floor, and others were snogging in various corners of the room. The record player had been enchanted to fit the mood of the people around it, and it struggled with itself to play either super energetic, popular music or the kind of music that people have playing up in the Astronomy Tower, if you know what I mean.

It was pure havoc, and somehow it managed to only get worse.

I saw Regulus.

He looked like a lost puppy, with his eyes wide and all. I hurried to him; because I was glad to see him or to protect him from the wrath of Sirius, wherever he was lurking, I wasn't sure.

His eyes locked on me and widened in (pleasant?) surprise.

"Georgiana! You look..."

"Shut it, Regulus," I muttered. "What are you doing here?!"

He blushed, almost the color of my tablecloth-turned-dress. "I wanted to see how my brother was faring, you know? When he turned 15." He paused to look at the chaos of the room and said loftily, "I have no idea why I thought this room would be full of debauchery."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...how'd you get the intructions to get here?"

Regulus smiled sheepishly. "Your friend Leila can't keep a secret to save her life." He was looking past me as he said this, and I turned around to see what exactly it was he was staring at.

A familiar someone dressed in a burgundy dress was currently sitting in the lap of a certain creepy, amber-eyed boy I knew. But why couldn't I see their fa-oh, Merlin's balls-

"OI! What're YOU doin' here?!"

I turned back to Regulus and saw him pale faced, looking stricken but staring right back at a not-quite-so sober Sirius.