A/N- IT'S NOT OVER YET! Chapter 62 is here! Unbelievable, isn't it? That's a whole lot of chapters. In MSWord, this story is like over 200 pages. That's a lot. Now READ and REVIEW, and without further ado, The Morning After!

A/N- P.S. If you can guess who took the pictures, I'll give you a prize. Okay, maybe not a prize, but I'll give you credit! So review and send in your guesses! At least one more chapter is to come! It's not over yet! R/R!

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. "Remmie, who the heck sets an alarm clock for the morning after a crazy-ass dance?" Sirius asked, squinting to locate the evil metal box that was Remus Lupin's alarm clock. "Sorry Sirius, it's not like I set it on purpose; I just had it set," Lupin explained, hastily reaching out to shut off his alarm, which read 7:30am.

"Yeah, well have some compassion, man, my head is killing me," Sirius replied. He couldn't have cared less whether Remus had done it on purpose or not; his head was pounding, and the light that was now streaming in through the windows of Lupin's room was certainly not helping things. Beautiful as the day was, Sirius did not appreciate it. That was because Sirius Black, not surprisingly after everything he had drank last night, was now falling victim to a killer hangover. And there was no question that he was not the only one.

But much to Sirius's dismay, Lupin was not one of the many. "How are you not dying?" he asked the shockingly chipper man who had gotten out of bed and was now putting on a pair of jeans and navy blue t-shirt, "You had more to drink last night than you probably ever had in your life? Are you like, immune to hangovers or something?"

Lupin shrugged. It could have been true if it was possible to be immune to something like a hangover, because he felt perfectly fine, and eager to get on with the day. "I dunno Sirius, but why don't you get out of bed and put some clothes on. It's going to be breakfast at eight, and personally, I'm starved," he said, pulling back his curtains to let in even more light, and throwing back Sirius's covers to further entice him into getting out of bed.

"Here, have some chocolate," Lupin suggested, grabbing a piece from the stash that he kept in his desk at all times, "It's the universal cure-all, after all." Remembering the many times he had been too hung over to go to class back when he was at school, and when Lupin had given him chocolate to bring him back to his usual bouncy self, Sirius had to think that his best friend might have a point.

Eating the chocolate, he felt instantly better, though the light was still a little painful on his eyes. "Today feels like a rock n' roll kind of day," Sirius decided, grabbing a pair of white boxers with records all over them, and pulling a pair of faded and torn jeans over them. Paired with a tight but not too tight Queen t-shirt, he guaranteed himself the position of sexiest guy at Hogwarts.

Down in the dungeons, though, someone else was doing his best to vie for that same spot. "What color boxers should I wear, Sev?" Lucius asked, holding up a few pairs as choices. Snape looked at them, and couldn't help noticing the Too Sexy pair among them. Instantly the look on his face went from 'I cannot believe I made it through last night' to 'I cannot believe I didn't kill Lucius Malfoy last night.'

He didn't voice this opinion, however, as he noticed that all the wands had been returned to their owners overnight, and didn't want a curse from Lucius to begin his morning. "What the hell does it matter?" he responded instead, getting a distinct feeling of déjà vu. Rolling his eyes at Snape's moodiness, Lucius picked out a pair of black ones with silver stars, and didn't bother to ask the Potions Master about the rest of his outfit. He was sure he would shape up at breakfast.

Meanwhile, up in the Gryffindor boy's dorm, spirits were much higher. "That was the best bloody dance ever," Seamus said to no one in particular as he got out of bed and threw on some clothes. Both Harry and Ron looked a little confused, not having seen Seamus last night when they went to bed. They figured he must have arrived somewhere between 4:30 and 7:00 that morning.

"So Ron, did you and Hermione finally do it?" the Irish boy asked, turning to look at Ron, who was rummaging in his trunk for a new pair of boxers and other additionally necessary clothes. Ron shook his head, but he didn't look too disappointed. He had come out of the evening with a new girlfriend/snogging partner, and that was more than enough for him.

"Eh, can't say I can say the same for me and Lavender," Seamus grinned, "What about you and Ginny, Harry?" Harry, who had already gotten dressed, smiled innocently. "Do what?" he asked, feigning obliviousness. Seamus laughed excitedly, and Ron's head shot up from where it had been bending over his trunk. "Harry, if you went and…Harry, she's my…Harry!" he said, catching the look on his best friend's face that showed he was clearly just leading them on, "Don't scare me like that, mate!"

"Hey, has anyone seen Neville?" Dean asked suddenly, noting that their fifth roommate was still missing from his bed. The other three boys had not. "Maybe he went down to breakfast early," Harry suggested, perplexed. "That must be it," Ron agreed, finally locating a clean shirt and putting it on, "Let's go find out."

Everyone seemed to be on the same schedule as far as breakfast went, because the entrance to the Great Hall was jam-packed as Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean tried to get in. "What's the hold-up?" Seamus called out, but his voice was hardly audible over the buzz that was coming from around the doors.

Almost instantly the magically magnified voice of Professor Dumbledore could be heard over all the ruckus. "If I could have your attention please, breakfast is now being served. I would appreciate it greatly if everyone could move into the Great Hall for a delicious, nutritious meal. I assure you, the pictures will still be there when you leave, and you may look at them in more detail then. Thank you for your attention," he said.

Professor Dumbledore had the impressive ability to command a certain amount of respect from everyone, and so it was not entirely surprising that the crowd in front of the doors began to move slowly towards their House tables, allowing Harry and Ron, who had lost Seamus and Dean in the crowd, to move closer to the doors, which appeared to be covered from top to bottom in pictures.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed as soon as they were close enough to see what had been causing all the commotion. The pictures Dumbledore had mentioned that were covering the doors were various extremely candid snapshots taken throughout the dance. Who had taken them was anyone's guess, as they seemed to cover just about everything worth covering that had occurred.

"Bloody hell," Ron said again, his face turning scarlet as he spoke, "Is that me?" Harry nodded, doing his very best not to laugh. It was a picture of Ron with his hand about as high up as it could go on Hermione's thigh, face as red as his hair, looking a combination of terrified and turned on.

The look on his face was so entertaining that Harry was about to laugh when he caught sight of a picture of himself kissing Draco Malfoy, and looking like he rather enjoyed it. "Effing Suck and Blow!" the normally cool voice of said Malfoy said somewhat squeakily from behind him, pushing Harry aside and trying to rip the picture from the wall. Unfortunately for him, it had been magically sealed to the wall.

"Move aside, son," Lucius said, stepping up behind his son to look at the picture that was embarrassing him so much. He wrinkled his delicate nose, noticing the unmistakable signs of enjoyment that Harry and Draco seemed to be experiencing in the picture.

"Disgraceful," he started to say, but the word caught in his throat when he caught sight of a picture of himself holding his Too Sexy boxers lovingly. His first thought was embarrassment, but then he noticed how perfectly his long blonde hair fell on his shoulders. "Hey, I look good," he said, very pleased with himself, and he strolled into the Great Hall.

Snape, who had been behind him the whole way, remained at the door, eyes glued to two prominently placed pictures. One of these showed him attempting to eat a grape off of Ally Sinistra's chest during Truth or Dare. Unfortunately for him, the grape was barely visible in the photo. The other was of him wearing his sheet-toga, glaring at Sirius but looking not very intimidating.

"Detention, Potter," he said when he noticed Harry watching for his reaction out of the corner of his eye. Harry's mouth dropped open. "What'd I do?" he asked, annoyed with getting yet another detention from his least favorite professor for no reason at all. "Excuse me Potter, but an explanation is not required. Don't make me make it two detentions," he said before turning on his heel and walking into the Great Hall to take his usual seat with the other professors.

When he arrived at the staff table, though, he found his seat already occupied. "Sirius Black, get the hell out of my chair!" he yelled, and he whipped his wand out of his pocket, sending Sirius flying all the way back to the doors of the Great Hall. "Was that really necessary, Snape?" Lupin asked, eyeing the greasy man with distaste.

Snape nodded matter-of-factly. "You might want to join him. It's only fitting that you see some of those pictures," he said mysteriously, leaving Lupin, who hadn't been able to look at the photos through the crowd he had come in with, to run off to join Sirius at the door.

When he saw the pictures that Snape had been referring to, Lupin couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. Sirius, of course, had already made his decision, and was almost doubled over in laughter. Right in the middle of one of the doors was a row of pictures of Sirius and Lupin in some very compromising positions.

The first was of the two snogging in Truth or Dare. Then there was one of Lupin giving Sirius a piggyback down to the kitchens when he was drunk. There was Lupin pulling Sirius into the water in the Prefect's Bathroom. And there was the two of them dancing in their boxers in the Great Hall. And of course, there were pictures of the several snogs they had shared for shock value up in the Astronomy Tower.

"Wow," Sirius said, eyes wide as he looked from the pictures to Lupin and back, "That is some fine camera handiwork." Lupin couldn't help laughing then. Sirius had a point; whoever had taken the pictures had done an excellent job of capturing some particularly 'intimate' moments they had shared.

"Sirius! Professor Lupin! Have you seen Ron and Harry?" Hermione asked, practically tumbling down the stairs. She had accidentally gotten up late, and Parvati and Lavender had neglected to wake her up. "The question is, have you seen these pictures?" Sirius asked, gesturing towards the doors.

Hermione looked up at doors, looking half-scandalized, half-impressed. Then she caught sight of a picture that was not really very embarrassing at all, but just of her, sound asleep on Ron's bed, looking adorably exhausted. "I thought I heard a flash!" she muttered under her breath, then looked up at the two men who were still taking in all the photos on the wall, "So have you seen Harry and Ron?"

"They're over there talking to Ginny, I think," Professor Lupin told her, scanning the Great Hall and catching sight of the unmistakable red hair of Ron Weasley next to the untidy black hair that reminded Remus and Sirius so distinctly of James Potter.

Hermione thanked them and ran over to the two boys. "Did you guys see the pictures?" she asked anxiously, interrupting Ginny mid-sentence. All three of them nodded. "Yeah, I especially loved the one of me reaching into my bra for the Ace of Hearts. That's some incredibly timed photography right there," she said, shaking her head in admiration.

"Yeah?" Hermione said, making it more of a question than a statement, "Well I think I know who took the pictures."