A/N today's word of the day is.......Wicked!
Chapter Two
I groaned and felt around, my eyelids felt like they had been glued shut. Not to mention my head was splitting in all different places, my hand brushed a lamp and accidentally knocked it over, it felt as if someone had banged in my eardrums from both sides of my head and drilled them into my brain. I rolled over (wherever I was) and buried my head in what felt like was a pillow. It smelt like something familiar, was it...perfume? Why was there perfume, and what was it doing in my bed? My head shot up and my eyes opened, only to find myself grab my temples and close my eyes again. Who the hell made it so bright in here?! I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them again, squinting from the effort. I glanced around and groaned, where the hell was I? It looked like a hotel room of some sort.
I slowly sat up and tried to recall what happened the previous night. All I could recall was the memory of me in...San Teko? Was it? Lily...kissing...dancing...and getting ridiculously drunk. That's as far as I could remember, but how did I get in a hotel room, and just WHY was I only wearing my boxers? I looked around for my clothes and got up...big mistake, I had the biggest urge to heave up my stomach. Running to the bathroom I emptied everything from the pervious night. I'll spare you the details. So this was a hangover; it felt like hell had come to have its fury on me and reduced me to a piece of shit.
After I got myself ready to get out of the room I snuck out and into the damn bright day. Why the hell was it so damn bright? Jeez, now that I think on it, when you get hangovers, everything is shitty and awful to you. Normally it would have been a marvelous day for quidditch, but certantly not today. The lights just seemed to penitrate through my eyeballs and add to the searing headache I was having, the slightest sound of birds chirping was like knife stabs to my brain.
I walked out and was deeply surprised to find myself back in Hogsmaid rather then San Teko. I didn't dwell on the thought to long though because my head felt fit to burst from all the activity going on, I had the strongest urge to yell at everybody to shut up, my head hurt as it was, they didn't have to add to the pain. I cringed all the way back to the castle. I really don't know how I could have survived the trip going to the castle when even the slightest sound of a fly felt like nails on a chock board in my brain. Somehow, I did it, probably because I was determined not to pass out on the street.
Once I got there I dragged myself up the stairs and through the common room to the puffy red couch. My head was numb and throbbing like mad. A hangover is something you don't want to experience. I flopped down on it and passed out. It felt like only a few minutes ago I had closed my eyes only to find myself being shaken awake by people who were being too ruddy loud for the sake of God. I grabbed my temples and pushed in, massaging and hoping to ease the throbbing in my head.
"James mate get up!"
"You were out all night?"
"Get up damn you!"
"What in the bloody hell were you doing up all night?"
"Prongs! Get UP!"
"You could have at least told us you were going to be gone all night, that way we could have gone with you!"
"Where were you all night?"
"GET UP! I haven't got the energy to drag you upstairs and it well past three! You've missed all your classes! Now GET UP!"
I wanted to scream, my head was throbbing mad and those three idiots (Sorry guys) were yelling at me and shaking me. I remember thinking God just let me die because I think I am dying.
I opened my eyes to find my three best friends standing over me. Now, how did I get on the floor? I must have fell while I was sleeping, bloody couch. Sirius was the one trying to wake me, Remus was on the other side of me asking where I was all night, and Peter was right next to him, outraged that I didn't invite them along. I groaned (I seem to be doing that a lot lately) and sat up. Sirius looked relieved.
"You'd think you were dead the way you were sleeping." he was serious (No pun intended) for about, a few seconds, and then he danced around happily and laughed evilly. "And now that you're awake, let the interrogation BEGIN!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!" We stared at him for a few seconds.
"What," Remus spoke slowly. "Was that?" Sirious gave him a triumphant look.
"It was good wasn't it? I'm practicing my evilness." We all just gave him a blank stare. "You know, my ability to be wicked yet stay cute at the same time." He stood still and fumed. Like I said in the last chapter, he was ALMOST oblivious to his looks, almost. "You guys," He wined, "say something! Oh, you're all so hurtful." He pouted and stomped off to our dorm. That's when I became conscience of my headache; that and I probably looked a mess.
My hand reached out fast and grabbed Remus as I got up, threatening to fall over any minute. Remus gave me a sympathetic look and steadied me as we traveled up the stairs to our dorm, stumbling all the way.
"What the hell happened? Were you drunk?" He grunted with the effort of pushing me up the stairs as I almost toppled over. Guiding me safely to my four-poster bed he sat down on his, right next to mine. Frowning he studied me as I slowly lay down. My headache only ebbed slightly during the past hours, which was clearly saying it was going to last into tomorrow and possibly the day after.
"Hey Moony." He gave me a small smile.
"Hey Prongs." I sighed rubbed my temples again, hoping but failing to ease my pain. "You going to answer or would you like to keep it a secret?" That's one of the things I value about my friendship with Remus, he always understands, no matter how hard he always supports.
"Frankly, I rather not." He nodded and reached under his bed to pull out some homework. I listened to the scratch of his quill against his parchment and briefly wondered where Sirius was before drifting into a short sleep, one where I closed my eyes and was off, yet still felt the throbbing and still heard the scratch of Remus's quill.
A little while later, possibly only twenty minutes, The door to our dorm burst open with a strong and loud bang. I knew by the heavy and joyful steps that it was Sirius. He was humming happily and sang out in a singsong voice.
"Wake up wake up the evening is young, Snape looks like dung, and the dinner bell has rung!" I growled in annoyance.
"Sirius would you shut the hell up! I feel as if I've been mauled." He continued to walk over to my bed happily. He pulled the blankets off me (how did they get there in the first place? I never figured that out) and proceeded to shake me. My neck felt as if it would snap off due to the pain of my headache and his bothersome shaking. I reached out to slug him as best I could with my eyes closed. They felt glued and I could not will myself to open them.
"Is this the thanks I get for persuading Madam Pomfrey for a hangover potion? That's just great, just bloody great, nice to know how-" My eyes snapped open. I wanted to hug him, but you know us guys, no affection showed between friends. I guess that's a privilege only girls get to have.
"Did you just say," I said slowly. "What I think you did?" Unsurprisingly Sirius had not stopped rambling on.
"Guess no one wants me around. Nobody ever thinks I can be unselfish, always assuming mean things. I try, nobody ever gives a sh-"
"Sirius." I said his name, trying to rouse him from his ramblings.
"No, it's always Remus or James who are the sweet ones. Sirius is so good looking, he must be some sort of heartbreaker, a regular Casanova-"
"Sirius! SIRIUS!" He stopped abruptly and seemed to freeze on the spot. Then he relaxed as if realizing where he was for the first time and stared at me blankly.
"What?" I stared at him exasperated.
"The potion, where is it?" My head had begun to throb again as I remembered my headache. He continued to stare at me blankly.
"What potion?" My head was pounding and I was not in the best of moods, despite our friendship I was getting pretty pissed off.
"The hangover potion." I said, my teeth clenched. Talking seemed to make my irritation and anger rise within each second. He continued to stare for a few minutes, and then realization seemed to hit him as his features lit up with reconization.
"Oooooooh, that one." He turned around and got something off his bedside table and brought it over to me. It was a vile filled with a liquid that looked more like watery gel. The gel was an eerie green and seemed to glow slightly when shined in a specific place in the light. I grimaced as Sirius popped the cork and smoke rose from the liquid.
"Well what did you expect?" Sirius asked, "It's your own fault for getting drunk. Speaking of which," He handed me the bottle, and bracing myself for the worst, I gulped it down. "Where were you last night?" I gulped the last bit into my mouth and surprisingly stared at the vile. It had been oddly sweet, like slightly sweetened gelatin, with a slight minty flavor. I suddenly felt as if my head weighed like a ton off bricks and then it began to clear and focus. I could finally think straight. In fact, I felt more refreshed then I had in months.
I looked over at Sirius and frowned. The memory about San Teko rushed at me and my brows furrowed in thought. It was a wonderful feeling to have my own secret, my own thing. Did I really want them to know about it? A very smoky voice in the back of my head seemed to make the decision for me.
"You mind if we not talk about it?" Sirius' frowned deepened. He seemed to study me for a second. I knew what he was thinking. "Look, I just don't want to talk about it okay?" We marauders never keep secrets form each other; it's one of our most treasured rules. No secrets, no problems, it was our way of life. Then why did I just not tell him?
"Alright." He said softly "I understand." Something in me said he didn't. I felt terrible about it, but it was my secret and mine alone, what right did he have to barge in on my secrets? Whoa, it must be the potion talking; this was my best friend I was thinking about.
He sighed and stood up. Making his way to the door he said over his shoulder. "As I said earlier, dinner's calling." He opened the door and was out without a word. I felt a pang of guilt. Should I have told him? It wasn't like me to keep secrets from my friends, especially Sirius. We were brothers and always would be. So why did I not tell him?
The voice in the back of my head seemed to sense my discomfort. Actually, it wasn't a voice at all; it was more a feeling that made me translate into words. All I know is that this little feeling kept on nagging me and saying that it was best. But even that feeling couldn't override guilt.
As I made my way down to the great hall I was strung with emotion, but little did I know that that little voice in the back of my head, I would be hearing a lot more form it in my future. More than I would have liked.
A/N I'm not sure if that's a cliffy, it seems like a bit of one. Thanks to the following reviewers:
Lady of Masbolle – My very first reviewer! Yay! You really inspired this chapter, the hangover. LOL
Jamie – Thanks for pointing out that this is unique, I wanted it to be that way, and plus I would hate it if people accused me of plagiarism.
me – I'm so glad you like it so far! I wasn't so sure I would continue this fic, but I'm now reassured.
iamaiceskater08 – It's okay, I don't mind short reviews! I'm just happy you reviewed at all, LOL.
Jo – Hey Jo! Wassabe! It's okay; I know you would have eventually read it.
blueskywillow – I love the word wicked, it totally made my day when I got your review, so in honor of your review, today's word is 'wicked'
The all mighty and powerfulM – LOL, sexyful, love the choice of word. Thanks for reviewing, you kind of reminded me to update.
A/N Thank you all so much for reviewing the first chapter, you're the reason I've decided to work on this! Keep up the reviews and I'll keep up the chapters! Review please!!! You might just inspire the next chapter, or hey, I might dedicate the next one to you. Maybe you might come up with my next "word of the day," you'll never know until you review!