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4

Hangovers

"Oh, my head," Anna moaned.

"Well, you shouldn't have drunk so much last night. What'd you expect would happen?" Lily had drank only one cup of the spiked butterbeer. "Though I've never seen two people dance like that before. I shudder to think what would've happened if McGonagall hadn't stopped you." Anna gasped,

"Ohh… I'd completely forgot about that."

"I'll tell you what, I'll never look at a creampuff the same way again." Lily ducked a badly aimed pillow.

-

The Potions Teacher didn't like Gryffindor or Slytherin. This did not bode well for Sirius or Anna.

"Blend THE snaproot WITH the DRAGON skin, POWDERED of COURSE." Every other word he smacked a ruler on his desk. With each smack, they cringed.

"I wish he'd stop that," Anna whispered, handing the powdered dragon skin to Sirius, whom the professor had chosen to be her partner.

"I know."

"NOW this POTION will CHANGE…"

-

"That was the worst Potions I've ever had to sit through," Sirius moaned, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Where'd he get a ruler anyway?" Anna whispered, her head leaning on Remus' shoulder. He was trying eat without moving his arm.

"He found out you and Sirius have hangovers and swiped one from the Pringle the caretaker." Anna stood unsteadily, her arms straight out for balance.

"I'm going to Madam Pomfrey. She's got to have something to stop this headache." Sirius staggered to his feet.

"I'll go too."

-

"Owww…"

"Is anything wrong, students?" Madam Pomfrey was young, about twenty-five, but she was an accomplished healer.

"Um…we have headaches." She started rummaging through a cabinet.

"What was this headache caused by?" Sirius and Anna glanced at each other.

"I think it's a hangover." She stared over her shoulder with her eyebrows raised. "Someone spiked the butterbeer," was the double excuse.

"Eat this." She handed them each a chunk of almost black chocolate. "Nibble on it." They turned to leave. "Sleep a complete eight hours tonight or you'll wake up worse tomorrow; the chocolate has a delayed reaction"

-

"I don't know where they went after Quidditch practice," James said as he, Remus, Peter, and Lily stepped through the portal.

"We went to get more chocolate." They jumped as Sirius and Anna stepped around them and into the common room.

"Pomfrey didn't want to give us anymore. Said something about comas…" Anna sighed, chewing on the chunk.

"I don't care. At least my headache's gone."

"I wasn't listening in Potions or Transfiguration. What homework do we have?"

"We're gonna have a quiz tomorrow on the last five potions we've done, a joint report on the different types of dragon skin. For Transfiguration, turn a piece of parchment into a mouse."

"No. We're supposed to cut the paper in half and make a mouse and a rat," Remus corrected, winking at Peter. "Something Peter should ace."

The chocolate began to show its effects as they started their homework. Anna fell asleep as Sirius wrote his part of the essay, and he fell asleep as Anna wrote hers. Their mice were paper-thin, squeaking creatures that slipped through the cracks in the table.

"Grab them." Sirius made a half-hearted attempt to catching the escaping mice, but instead he slipped and his head dropped onto the table. "I'm goin' to bed," he mumbled. Anna looked blearily at the stairs and groaned.

"I'm goin' to sleep." She stood slowly and dropped into a big comfy chair. Sirius, after glancing at the stairs he'd have to climb, sank into another one.

-

"go awa'" Anna mumbled sleepily.

"Ms. Roberts, Mr. Black, WAKE UP!" It was the stern voice of Madam Pomfrey.

"why?" Sirius moaned, gripping a throw pillow over his head to shut out the light.

"Because, Mr. Black, you both had too much chocolate last night and you have to walk it off. Now, GET UP!" They stood shakily. "Okay, your assignment is this; walk around the castle twice before breakfast."

"What time is it now?"

"10 minutes till breakfast. MOVE!"

-

"Bloody drill sergeant," Anna muttered.

"Does everything look like it's in 3D?" Sirius asked, blinking rapidly. She nodded. "I'm levitating the rest of the way. Wingardium Leviosa!" Nothing happened.

"Wingardium Leviosa!." Anna's attempt failed also.

"Uh-oh," Sirius moaned as his hair turned blue. Anna sighed as she turned pink.

-

"No-Magic Hex?"

"No, James, we just decided our hair looked better this way." Sirius was irritated; Scourgify hadn't removed the hair color.

"Madam Pomfrey made us walk in circles around the castle and we didn't know she hexed our path," Anna said with disgust. Lily handed her a plate full of eggs. "Thank you."

"Why were you punished for eating the chocolate she gave you?" Peter asked before cramming a biscuit in his mouth.

"I never said she gave it to us; she didn't want us to eat it. I took it while Anna had a very dramatic fainting fit." She nodded, chewing on a bagel.

"Best way to get out of class," she said sagely. "Except in Potions and Transfiguration; McGonagall doesn't fall for it anymore and Pintaine just doesn't care." The boys stared at Anna with new-found respect.

"Remember when you put that sign above her office?"

"I've never seen her face that color before!" The girls collapsed into giggles.

"The sign that said 'Home of Cleopatra; anyone seen Antony?" Sirius asked.

"Ya, and I put 'Antony' above Dumbledore's office and a Ceaser sign above Pintaine's door. I never even got caught either." Sirius stood and bowed low.

"You have my greatest respect, O-Queen-Of-The-Pranks." She dipped her pink and brown head regally.

"Thank you."

"Ms. Roberts, Mr. Black, detention tonight at nine."

"WHAT FOR!" came the outraged answer.

"Deliberate attempts to disobey a punishment set down by a teacher," Pomfrey replied smugly.

"She'll probably make us clean bedpans or something."

"She can try. But I won't do it."