A/N – This is my second fan-fic, so please be nice and R&R
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Chapter Six – Meetings, a virgin? And nudie runs
"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans. Meeting with the headmaster in his office after dinner." Said Professor Magonagall at the end of a particularly difficult transfiguration lesson that day.
Lily groaned. She hadn't been having the best day.
"Don't groan like that Evans." Said an all too annoyingly familiar voice behind her. "Dumbledore's not that bad, once you get to know him."
"Dumbledore isn't who I'm not looking forward to having a meeting with, Potter." Said Lily savagely, turning around to glare at him.
"I'm looking forward to having a meeting with you Evans." He whispered in her ear, making her shiver, before walking in the opposite direction.
"You know what Lils." Said Chhaya as she sat down next to Lily at the Gryffindor table.
"What Chhay?" Said Lily thickly, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"We hardly ever hang out anymore, now that you're head girl and live in a different part of the castle and all."
"Being head girl's a bitch," Lily paused, "But there are certain perks."
"What? Like sneaking glances at James while he's showering?" Teased Chhaya, poking Lily in the ribs.
"Well yes!" Said Lily, with sarcastic enthusiasm. "Here was me thinking that I liked the spacious head's dormitory, almost non-existent curfew and having the privacy of my own room! But then, Chhaya, you remind me of the real privilege I receive as head girl. The privilege of being able to perve on Potter while he's in the shower!" Lily sighed dramatically, like a love stuck bimbo and continued eating, but looked up when she noticed that complete silence had replaced the usual high-spirited chatter and clanking of cutlery and goblets around her.
The entire Gryffindor table was staring at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, except for Chhaya, who was shaking with silent laughter.
Then Lily noticed James. No one who was now staring at her was more wide-eyed or open-mouthed than he was.
"Oh, please Potter," She scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. The day I start spying on you in the shower is the day Snape and I announce our engagement." Lily rolled her eyes, and everyone eventually resumed eating.
"You know what Lily." Said Chhaya again.
"What Chhay?" Said Lily, slightly annoyed. What was it with people and interrupting her when she is trying to consume food that is necessary for her survival?
"I think that you're sarcastic so often nowadays that people can't tell if you're being serious or not, anymore." Lily rolled her eyes at he best friend.
"And stop that eye rolling! You've been doing that so much lately that eventually they are going to roll right out of their sockets!"
"It's Potter!" Lily whined. "Having to be near him 24 hours a day has a very detrimental effect on me. He's extremely eye-roll inducing."
Lily checked her watch.
"Well Chhay." Said Lily, placing her knife and fork down on her plate and rose gracefully from the Gryffindor table. "As much as I would love to stay and chat about my eyes falling out, I have a very important meeting with Professor Dumbledore and the aforementioned eye-roll inducer."
Chhaya giggled and rolled her eyes.
Lily handed Chhaya a scrap of parchment. "Here's the password to the head's tower. You can come over and hang out after the meeting, if you want. We should be finished by about 7:30."
Chhaya nodded and read the password on the scrap of parchment. She looked up at Lily and raised her eyebrows.
"It was Potter's week to choose." She mumbled crossly in explanation.
"Hello gorgeous." Whispered a voice in her ear.
"Hello dickhead." Lily hissed back at him.
"What was that for Evans?" James asked, blocking her way down the hallway and putting his hands on his hips.
"You being a git." She snapped.
"But I haven't even talked to you since the end of transfiguration! How could you still be annoyed?"
"I invited Chhaya to hang out with me in the in the heads common room after the meeting, andin order for her to gain entrance to it, she has to know the password."
"But Evans!" James whined. "You've already gotten angry with me about it twice this week!"
"Do you know how embarrassing it is to tell your friend that the password to the head's tower is Evans is a tease?"
"Moony and Pads found it quite amusing actually."
"Why would you tell them?" Growled Lily.
"They're coming over after the meeting, so we'll have a merry party of five."
"No Pettigrew?" Asked Lily, surprised.
"Wormy said he had Gobstones club, or something. We don't really see him that much anymore."
"Whatever Potter. Just don't ruin my night, ok?"
"Wouldn't dream of it babe."
"Lily, James." Greeted Dumbledore as they entered his office, still bickering. They snapped to attention immediately and sat down in the armchairs in frond of his enormous desk.
"Good evening Professor." The both parroted.
"I've called you here to have a little chat about an event that is planned for the 1st week of the Christmas holidays." Dumbledore paused and smiled at them, eyes twinkling.
"Due to the unfortunate outcome of the last Triwizard Tournament…" Lily caught James' eye and raised her eyebrows. Unfortunate outcome! She thought. That's a major understatement. All three champions and most of the judges were killed, for goodness sake!
"…And the subsequent banning of the competition, I have decided, along with the Headmaster of Beauxbatons and Headmistress of Durmstrang, to organise the first ever Triwizard Summit. This will be a chance for you to communicate with the other head students of wizarding schools and will aid the forging of ties between the three establishments."
"Where is it happening?"
"At the Beauxbatons Academy. We will depart on the morning of the 20th and return on Christmas Eve, so that you can still spend Christmas Eve and the whole of Christmas Day with your friends and family."
Inwardly, Lily groaned. Christmas with Petunia and another one of her dropkick boyfriends was always a treat.
"Just picture it Evans," Said James as they walked back to the head's tower. He slipped an arm around her waist and used the other to make hand gestures as he spoke.
"You, me and Paris. A five day romantic getaway."
Lily rolled her eyes and shoved him off her.
"It's a school trip Potter, not a 'romantic getaway'."
"We'll see Evans, we'll see. Anyway, you can't stop me from dreaming!" He replied sweetly, winking at her.
Lily, Chhaya and Remus were playing exploding snap on the floor and James and Sirius were engrossed in a game of chess, which James was losing spectacularly. He groaned as Sirius captured another one of his castles and reached down into the cabinet under the table and pulled out a bottle of Firewhisky and some shot glasses.
"Firewhisky anyone?"
Everyone obliged, but not before Lily made them pack away the exploding snap. ("Alcohol and exploding snap! Are you crazy?")
Everyone was sprawled on the lounges, observing the finale of the chess game. They had all had about four shots and where feeling a bit lightheaded, but James was grinning uncontrollably and giggling a lot, and quite frankly, he was starting to annoy everyone.
To no one's surprise, except maybe James', Sirius emerged victorious. James looked blankly down at the chessboard.
"How did that happen" He slurred, before bursting into another fit of giggles.
"Well." Said Sirius, rising from his armchair and stretching. "That was fun, but I have other business to attend to, so I'll have to love you and leave you."
Lily smirked.
"Still shagging every girl that moves then Sirius?"
James giggled.
"Sirius is a virgin!" He slurred, and then giggled again.
"What?" Everyone looked at Sirius, who blushed.
"Thanks for telling everyone." He mumbled angrily at James.
"He's telling the truth?" Asked Lily in disbelief.
"He must be." Said Remus. "It's practically impossible to lie when you're drunk. Alcohol is almost like a crude Veritaserum, when someone's drunk enough of it."
Everyone stared at Sirius, speechless.
"But…you're meant to have been round the block more than anyone! There are so many rumours about who you're supposed to have done…how can you be a virgin?" Asked Chhaya, as she was the first one to get over the initial shock of the revelation.
"That's what they are, rumours." Said Sirius, wincing. "Lauren Sommers started it when I first went out with her, and ever since then every girl I've ever gone out with has said that I slept with them, like they think its some kind of achievement. And I've never even had a conversation with the Fleming twins, let alone a threesome!"
"Well, I don't think any of us ever expected you to say something like that, Padfoot." Said Remus.
Sirius sighed and put his hands in his pockets.
"I bet you all think I'm a total loser now." He said sadly, turning to leave.
Lily scoffed.
"Oh, for goodness sake! Not being a notorious man-whore doesn't make you a loser, Sirius."
Sirius smiled gratefully at Lily.
CLUNK. James slid of his armchair and onto the floor, hitting his head and giggling.
"I think we should put him to bed now." Said Remus. "He never could hold his alcohol. And we don't want a repeat of last Christmas."
"He he he! Nudie runs!" Giggled James.
A/N: This chapter could not have been possible without the help of several special friends:
Mia: for constantly reprimanding me for my own eye-rolling habit. I swear Mimi, they won't fall out!
Caity: for sharing with me the hilarious events of her brother's 21st, where all three of her brothers were drunk and doing nudie runs, down the street, around the block and in the back yard.
Jade: for informing me that you can't lie when you're drunk because you lose too much of your inhibitions. She should know. She and her brother barely communicate at all, but when he gets drunk, (which is nearly every weekend), instead of wanting to stay outside with his friends, he comes into her room and wants to have long philosophical and meaningful conversations with her. She's found out about lots of bad shit that he's done because of those little chats…