A/N: haha, I haven't written in a while, my muse ran away again, so I'm currently using my cousin as a use, cuz she's sitting next to me as I type. And when she gets home, she better go online and continue to be my muse. til the chapter's done.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, having seen it in many other fanfics... nothing belongs to me, except for a few characters and the plot; the rest belongs to JKR, one of the people who reviewed, or a singer/band that I decided to 'borrow' the music from. (Though the music factor will be decided on how brain dead I manage to get while writing this chapter.) Or rather, from what my cousin told me to put in here; my name is Kira, it has a K and an R, but no J, so I can't be mistaken for J.K. Rowling. I am not a professional writer, and do not get payed for anything I write (cuz I'm not professional.) Now, going on to my own stupidity, and not borrowing from my cousin. I may sing, but I am not a singer, so any songs I use are not my own (unless otherwise noted, which probably won't happen). So umm yea, that's the disclaimer

Thorns by Faerielights

Chapter 15: Leftover Rowdiness From the Summer

Last Chapter:

To make a long story short, we filled Dumbledore in on our plans, and left to get ready for lunch. For some reason, Dumbledore had gone off on a tangent about the importance of house rivalries not getting in the way of being able to cooperate or something like that. it was a bit boring and I don't want to make you listen to it as well.

After lunch, I headed up to the Library, to get some books out. I wanted to research the magical tale of Cinderella, to make everything as accurate as possible. Can you imagine the dance not being accurate; it would be preposterous! Once I had found several books on magical fairytales, I left the library and headed for Gryffindor tower. I hoped I would be able to finish all the books before the next meeting.

Stopping outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, I heard a faint throbbing of music. I said the password (fiddlesticks) to enter the room. Walking in, I decided I would have been better off just staying in the library. I got to see, most unfortunately, Sirius dancing around in a pair of low riding, black leather pants.

His top shouldn't even count as a top. It was fluorescent pink, barely covering the fake boobs he was currently sporting (compliments of magic, I'm sure). He had a head mike on, and was dancing in what would be a provocative way; if everyone hadn't been backing as far away from him as they could get.

James was standing off to the side, holding a mike in his hand. He was as ghetto as he could get. He wore a pair of black air forces on his feet. His black Adidas pants were big enough to fit 3 or 4 people in there with him. He wore a white wife-beater and his Yankees cap was on sideways. Needless to say, he looked completely ridiculous in my opinion.

James started the song out, waving his arm around in a maniacal style. 'Hope he knocks himself out,' I thought smugly.

Sirius was now dancing on the table closest to the fireplace; seemingly unaware of the dirty looks he was being given from all the studious students.

Sirius ran towards the girl's dormitories, and up the spiral staircase. He stepped off the sixth step and onto the seventh, turning around as he did it. In perfect synchronization, the stairs let out a loud wail, and he slid down the now long, smooth stone slide. When he hit the bottom, he jumped to his feet and threw his arms into the air.

He then grabbed the nearest guy and began grinding, or rather... tried to grind with him. The poor mortified third year turned a brilliant shade of crimson, and tried to escape Sirius's grip with wild conviction.

James walks over to me, as if in an attempt to talk to her. Seeing him approaching, I looked around for something. I pushed him in to a table causing a commotion with all the books, parchment, and quills flying through out the air.

A spare quill went flying at the face of the new fifth year, Peter Pettigrew. The sharp end of the quill managed to poke him in the eye. He squealed in pain, and took off through the portrait hole, presumably heading towards the Hospital Wing.

Ohh ooh ohh, yeah yeah...

While James had been busy rapping and basically watching the crowd, the one person that he should have been watching was standing behind him with a maliciously evil look in her eyes. As soon as the word freaking left James' mouth, she reached for his pants, and depantsed him, putting his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxers on display for all the Gryffindor occupants to see.

It took James a few minutes to realize what happened, and when he did, he looked around to see who had seen his childish boxers, saw Lily walking away innocently, put two and two together, and pulled up his pants. Revenge plans began formulating in his mind, as the music continued.

Sirius jumped on a motorcycle that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and drove out of the common room. The portrait burst open to allow him out of the room.

About 30 seconds after he had disappeared from sight, everyone heard a shrill "SIRIUS BLACK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? DETENTION! AND 20 POINTS OFF OF GRYFFINDOR! GET TO MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!!" Professor McGonagall seemed pretty pissed off about this.

Author's Note: Okay, for those of you who didn't read the entire text, or did not have it registered properly, I introduced Peter Pettigrew in this chapter as a new fifth year. I decided that since I had to have him in this story, I would have him as a transfer during the fifth year. It may not go with J.K. Rowling's story, but oh well. This is a fan fiction for the reason that things can be altered by fans of the story, and I chose to wait til fifth year to have the rat in my story.

There was a song in here, but it got cut out of the text for some reason... not entirely sure as to why... so choose a song, and use that...

ONCE MORE: PETER PETTIGREW WAS INTRODUCED IN THIS CHAPTER OF THE STORY!! Not that it matters how many times I put this, no one's gunna read it. REVIEW!