Don't kill me although I deserve it, I am sorry for the delay in this update, I do hope you like it though. And thank you for all the reviews from the last chapter, greatly appreciated :)

Chapter 13 part 1:

Sirius sat up in his bed, pulling the hangings open roughly, "Tonight," he announced to his dorm, "we are getting drunk."

Much to his disappointment, this announcement did not get the reaction he desired. Remus looked up at him briefly from his seated position on the floor before going back to his book, James grumbled something incoherent into his pillow and Peter continued snoring. Sirius sat back feeling slightly put out. The least his friends could do when he tried to instill some fun into their lives is feign interest. And when had his ideas ever not led to something grand?

Sirius decided he would make a second announcement when the other two occupants of their room were slightly more conscious. But he threw Remus a withering glare before sinking back into his bed with a huff. Ordinarily, the idea of the four of them getting horrendously drunk and hanging out would be proposed just so they could have some fun, but tonight, Sirius really needed to erase his mind and his thoughts, and he decided this may be a good opportunity to do so.

Ever since Olivia and Sirius had their run in a few weeks ago, Sirius's mind had been slightly, well fucked, would be the only word to use. He wasn't sure what to think about it all, which made the fact that he thought about it, about her, constantly even more frustrating. He knew that the more caught up in all of it, the more caught up in her he became, the more trouble he would get himself into. But the problem was his brain didn't seem to be listening to reason, none of him did. Sirius became unconsciously deaf and blind whenever reason started to make itself known, even when he tried so hard to keep his eyes and ears open to what reason had to say, even when reason was banging it's thoughts loudly with the accompaniment of drums and symbols; he should have known that it was an impossible task, his mind had never listened to reason before.

Since 'the incident' as he now called it, Sirius and Olivia avoided each other as much as possible, unfortunately for Sirius fate didn't seem to be on his side. The more he wanted not to see her, the more he did, and the fact that before this year he had been so happy with his ignorance of her existence made him even angrier. When Sirius did see her, he pretended that she didn't exist, and the only time he talked to her was in Potions and that was only when it was extremely necessary. But it was when he had absolutely no control over his thoughts, that she entered them the most, and he remembered everything he thought about, dreamed about, when he slept. And these particular dreams scared him the most because they all told him the same thing; he was attracted to her, and he really didn't want to be.

The hangings to Sirius's bed were pulled open, causing Sirius to sit up in his bed to see James standing in front of him, still holding the curtains apart, a large smile plastered over his face.

"I don't want to know about whatever you dreamed that has made you like this, there is a thing called too much information," Sirius said quickly.

"I have had a brilliant idea," James stated proudly, seemingly ignoring Sirius's implication.

"That would be a first," Sirius replied dryly.

James narrowed his eyes slightly, before continuing on with his telling of the stroke of brilliance that had got him so excited. "Tonight, being Halloween, we are going to get royally pissed."

Sirius looked at James disbelievingly and raised his eyebrows, "Wow, Prongs, where did you come up with such an idea?"

James smirked, "Came to me in my sleep earlier this morning."

Sirius reached behind him and threw one of his pillows straight at James, "You really should thank your inspiration then."

James chuckled slightly, "Nah, I think I came up with most of the brilliance myself."

"No, you aren't arrogant at all, Prongs," Sirius muttered, ducking from the pillow that James threw back in response.

Sirius sat up and crawled to the end of his bed, slumping down and sliding to the floor, so that he could lean back on the foot of his bed. Remus was where he left him earlier this morning, his book now sitting turned over in his lap. Peter, was lying in his bed so that his head poked out of the blankets at the end of his bed, looking like he had been woken up much to his annoyance, and James had plonked himself on top of Remus's trunk.

"So," James started, "a couple of bottles of Firewhisky, maybe some Mulled Mead, and a few bottles of Gillywater, some supplies from the kitchen and a night in the heads' room sound like a plan?"

"You do realise there are four of us, right Prongs, do you really think we need all of that?" Remus asked.

James looked at him as if he were mad, "Moony, 'tis always better to over cater than to run out of supplies."

"What about Evans?" Peter asked.

"What about her?" James asked in response.

"Well," Peter started to explain, "if we are using the Heads' Room, won't there be a chance she will catch us?"

James shook his head, "Nah, she only goes up there to do work lately, and she won't do any after the Feast, so it'll be fine."

Sirius laughed, "So she is all work and no play hey, James?"

"Well that is her excuse, we all know she just pretends to do work, because really, who could concentrate with such a lovely specimen as myself in such close proximity," He smirked.

Remus snorted at that, but abruptly tried to turn it into a cough, due to the look James had given him, making Sirius chuckle to himself. James was still a bit touchy with Remus after he overheard what Lily had said to Remus a few weeks ago. Sirius had to hand it to Lily, she definitely knew what cards to play.

"So who is doing the supply run?" Sirius asked, "Cause no matter how much charm I turn on for our dear Madame Rosmerta, she won't give us all of that."

"Peter and I will go, I will just wear my cloak and take stuff from their storeroom, and leave enough galleons on one of the barrels, and you and Remus can get the food from the kitchen."

Remus and Sirius both nodded at James suggestion, while Peter looked slightly chuffed that he had been chosen to accompany James.

"Wormtail, we better go now, cause I have to meet Lily a bit later to organise the decorations for the Feast."

"But, breakfast?" Peter asked slightly shattered.

"Honeydukes," James said simply, "come on."

Sirius closed his eyes as James and Peter bustled around the room getting ready, thankful that maybe for one night, he won't be plagued with thoughts over a certain Slytherin.

"You right, Padfoot," Remus asked, looking at Sirius curiously.

"Yeah, m'fine," Sirius said standing up and walking towards his trunk to pull out his clothes, "want to go and get some food?"

Remus nodded, still looking at him with an expression of concern on his face.

"I'm fine, Moony," Sirius answered the unasked question as he pulled his clothes on.

Remus just shrugged in response, and walked towards the door, Sirius following behind him.

The four boys lounged around the Heads' common room, a bottle of firewhisky and some mulled mead, already polished off.

"I still reckon the prank we played on the Slytherins this year, was one of the best we have done since we have been at Hogwarts," James said, pouring himself another glass of mulled mead, the glass overflowing before James realised and stopped pouring.

"I don't know," Sirius said, "I kinda liked the transvestius charm we placed on the pumpkin juice last year, was interesting to see what our fellow students would look like if they decided to change sex."

"I think it was more disturbing, myself," Remus answered.

"Well," Peter slurred slightly, causing Sirius to roll his eyes, he really was a cheap drunk, "I think the prank Sirius played on Snape last year would be the most memorable, don't you think?"

Sirius snapped his head to face squarely at Peter, before shooting absolute daggers at him. Peter, had his eyes closed however, and was oblivious to Sirius's attempts of murdering him through his gaze. Realising he was wasting his efforts on Peter, Sirius looked at Remus, apologetically, willing him to believe how sorry he felt about that whole mess. Remus just gave him a look that told him, it was all forgotten, but Sirius still sat and mentally kicked himself over the memories Peter's thoughtless had resurrected.

There were few things Sirius regretted in his life, but this was by far the biggest, outweighing even everything to do with his family. Sirius knew that he could never change what had happened, and he knew he was absolutely lucky to have such a forgiving friend as Remus, but he still felt positively rotten over the whole ordeal and it was a forceful reminder of what happened when Sirius Black didn't think. But before Sirius had a chance to go back down a very unpleasant memory lane, he heard voices come through the portrait hole.

The three boys, and Peter when he was shoved awake, sat up quickly, attempting to hide the bottles of alcohol which were sitting between them on the floor, before plastering on their masterful innocent expressions they have had to don so many times in their lives.

James and Lily both started speaking at the same time, each of them enquiring as to what the other was doing in the Head's Room, each of them, in Sirius's opinion, sounding like they had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. It wasn't until Sirius saw who had accompanied Lily that he understood why.

So does it deserve a review? Even if it doesn't please tell me why :)