Again, sorry about length. I wrote them together, but couldn't make them one chapter…
Last chapter…
Another song started and they danced like that. By the time the club closed at 4 a.m. All three had had at least seven or eight Flaming Dragons and were more drunk then they'd ever been in their lives. Stumbling down street after street, they ended up getting a room at the Three Broomstick and all collapsing on the one queen sized bed in the room.
Chapter 22 – Hangovers, Classes, and Collapses
It was twelve noon the next day (or rather the same day because they were up until after 3 or…whatever!) when the three regained consciousness. (I say that because they really didn't go to sleep in the first place so they didn't technically wake up. Harry sat with his pounding head in his hands. Hermione was the first to think to ask after the time. Draco glanced at his watch and swore loudly. He looked up. "We are in deep shit. It's noon. We need to get back to the castle, now!"
Running, even though it made the terrible pounding in their heads worse, they managed to sneak back to the castle, snagging the cloak on the way, in about ten minutes. Skipping lunch, they went directly to their first afternoon class, DADA. Seeing no teacher new or otherwise, the three took their usual seats and promptly fell asleep.
The first thing Harry became aware of some 40 minutes later (class started at 1 o'clock. They arrived half an hour early.) was a hand shacking his shoulder. He cracked one eye open and groan. "Sirius, go away!"
"Mr. Potter! Wake up!" Sirius said, a wicked twinkle in his eye.
"Cut the crap, Sirius. I got a fucking hangover and I'm not in the mood for this shit right now. Go away." Harry, who had closed his eye again heard gasped.
"Harry Potter wake the—um… Wake up" Sirius yelled in Harry's ear.
"What the Fuck, Sirius? What is your problem?" Harry growled, finally lifting his head from the desk and opening his eyes.
"I could give you a detention for that, Claws!"
"No you can't, Padfoot, you have to be a…Holy Shit! Don't even tell me you're the new DADA teacher!"
Sirius nodded and Harry groaned. "What the Fuck! There is no effing way I'm gonna start calling you Professor Black!" Harry looked around for support and saw Draco and Hermione in a similar state of shock and Ron glaring at him.
"Again. That would warrant a detention." Sirius smirked evilly.
"Yeah, it would, but you wouldn't Prongs' son a detention, would you, Padfoot? That wouldn't be very Marauderly of you!" Harry grinned slyly.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "No, it wouldn't. But I can still do it."
Harry clucked his tongue in disappointment and sighed. "What would James say if he knew? The infamous Marauder, Sirius Black, has turned, dare I say it? Into a respectable…Teacher! The shock and horror!"
Sirius scowled. "Shut it, Potter. Or I will give you a detention."
Harry sneered. "Oh I'm Soooo scared! Cut the crap, Padfoot, and give me a break. I got a hangover. Oh and btw: Don't ever drink more then like six Flaming Dragons. After that they start really going to your head!"
"That means you were at Silver Dragon last night."
"Talk to Moony 'bout it." He put his head back on the desk.
"I had a very interest chat with Moony just last night. He seems to think that Draco and—"
"You finish that sentence, Padfoot, and I swear to Merlin, I will effing Avada Kedavra you right now!" Harry jerked straight up and sneered at his godfather. His tone was quiet and dangerous.
"Ah, I thought so. I also have it from a very reliable source that You and–"
"Again, You really don't want to finish that." Sirius smirked. Draco was slightly red in the face as was Hermione. Harry continued in a quiet tone, "If you let the three of us sleep through your first class, Draco, Hermione, and I will personally tell the hold story, okay?"
"I think that should work out nicely. My source was right that you got two piercing in your right ear, so they were probably right in saying that they saw you and he—"
Harry jerked up and out of his seat. His eyes were blazing with rage. "What the fuck did I just tell you, Sirius?" He snarled. Sirius, who had seen that look on James' face knew what could be coming, began to back away. "Do you have a fucking hearing problem? I don't threaten or maim teacher, but for you, Sirius darling, I'm willing to make an exception!"
Sirius cringed at the form of address, which meant, from James anyway, that he was beyond calming and continued backing away (He is not a wimp, Harry is just damn scary when he is mad!). Harry jerked his hand and the shutter (thingie) over the window in the door snapped down. "Um…Harry…Claws, you have a room full of witnesses. If you kill me, you can't whip all their memories." Sirius croaked. Harry had him by the throat and had slammed him against the blackboard.
"Oh can't I?" Harry sneered, but the rage was subsiding and the power that had surged in him, ebbed away. With the release of the power, his strength died away to and he felt himself sliding toward unconsciousness. "Blame the Flaming Dragons for this…and the lack of sleep…" He muttered, before he collapsed.
