*I'd like to apologize for the weird formatting of the last chapter, i did not even realize it was like that until someone pointed it out to me. So because I was having trouble indicating time jumps i decided to just simply say 'time skip' when i'm jumping in time. Thank you for all the favorites and please feel free to leave any constructive criticism you have. *
"It's poker, he can't see it in my face
But I'm about to play my Ace."
-New Romantics, Taylor Swift
I groaned in annoyance as sunlight streamed through the window of my dorm. I looked over to Alice's bed, not seeing her there.
What the hell happened last night?
A Few Hours Earlier…
The common room was way too crowded. Strobe lights were strung all around the common room, adding to the wildness of the party.
I pushed through the crowd, making my way over to the drinks table. Those psychos really went all out. There were full-out bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer all over the table.
I couldn't wait to see how many people would be trashed tomorrow morning. I grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey, popping off the cap. I tipped the bottle back, feeling the liquid slide down my throat. The familiar burning sensation flit from my throat down to my stomach. The music was deafening, a wide variety of it blasting through the common room. Right now they were playing a particularly annoying pop song.
I glanced around the room, catching brief sights of the girls in various spots around the room.
Lily was relaxing on the sofa. Potter was next to her, chatting away with a cocky smirk. I could tell where that was going to go (hint hint, he was going to have a drink spilled on him).
Molly, of course, was dancing with her boyfriend Arthur Weasley. I liked Arthur more than I cared to admit. He was a good person, a little eccentric- but a good person. He genuinely loved Molly, which I thought was adorable.
And then there was Alice. Her and Frank were in a corner, making out aggressively. I saw that coming from a mile away, considering they were both absolutely obsessed with each other.
I took another sip from the bottle, grinning. This was going to be a fun night. I could feel it.
Third Person POV
One Hour Later...
The music in the common room was so loud, people could feel the bass thumping in their chests like a second heartbeat.
The Marauders were widespread across the room, each sticking to their typical natures.
James Potter was still attempting to try to chat up Lily Evans, only partially drunk.
Sirius Black was super drunk and snogging a pretty, brunette Ravenclaw.
Peter Pettigrew was passed out with a half bottle of butterbeer in his hand.
And then there was Remus Lupin, sitting in a corner and nursing a bottle of butterbeer. He was a fan of partying, but sometimes his friends got too wild for his tastes.
"Hey there, stranger." A voice next to him purred. He glanced to the side, seeing Rubellia Devlin standing in front of him.
"Ruby." He greeted politely, noticing the large (empty) bottle of fire whiskey in her hands.
"What are you doing in the corner by yourself? It's a party!" The girl questioned, not really looking like she cared about the reason. She was obviously extremely drunk.
"I'm fine where I am." He stated, taking a small sip from his butterbeer. The girl shook her head, her long, chocolate-brown curls slipping behind her shoulders.
"Nope. We're getting some serious fire whiskey in your system." The girl told him, grabbing his wrist tightly. "No ifs, ands or buts."
Not waiting for a response, she pulled him into the crowd of people. Her grip was surprisingly strong, not giving him any room to escape.
"But-"
"What did I just say?"
He sighed, giving up. She dragged him over to the table where they'd set up food and drinks. She threw (literally threw) her empty bottle away, grabbing an unopened bottle of firewhiskey. She placed the cap between her crimson coated lips, tugging it off with her teeth. She shoved the bottle into his hands, giving him an expectant look. He glanced down at it, before looking back at her.
"Drink up. I won't leave you alone till you do." She told him, crossing her arms. He eyed her, seeing the stubborn expression on her face. He knew that she wouldn't budge until he did what she wanted. So he took a huge swig from the bottle. The liquid burned his throat, sending him into a large coughing fit. When it finally stopped, he glanced at her. She nodded in satisfaction, grinning tipsily.
"Was that so hard?" She teased, taking the bottle from his hand. She took a large swig, her red lips staining the bottle. He didn't know what to say, eyeing her apprehensively.
This was nothing like the girl he'd met in class earlier. That girl was calm, collected and polite. This person... had a mischievous smirk planted firmly on her face, and seemed to be staring into his soul with her intimidating brown eyes.
"So. Are you going to dance with me?" She questioned, looking at him expectantly. "Or do I have to beg?"
The way she said it made him sure he had absolutely no choice in the matter. He hesitated for a moment, mind racing. Before he knew it, and against his better judgment, he found himself nodding. She grinned at him, grabbing his wrist again.
Must be her thing He thought, as she brought him onto the dance floor. She grinned at him as a song started blasting through the speakers.
(Song playing is 'Carry On My Wayward Son' by Kansas. Don't judge- it's a classic. Plus I'm a supernatural fan.)
"I love this song!" She shouted above the music, beginning to dance. He stood there awkwardly.
"Come on Lupin, live a little!" She shouted, passing him the bottle. He eyed it for a moment, mentally debating with himself. He will never know exactly what made him do it, but he took a large gulp. The alcohol hit him quicker than he expected, as Ruby continued to dance.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the fact that he felt like an idiot standing there.
But he started dancing too.
"You're such a dork!" She teased him over the music, laughing. He laughed with her as they danced and song to the song blasting through the common room.
They danced for hours on end, passing the bottle of fire whiskey between them. Remus could feel the effects hitting him harder with each gulp he swallowed, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
~Time Skip~
"Where are we going?" Remus laughed, as they walked up the stairs to the girls dormitory, the noise fading more and more the farther up they went.
"It's super loud down there! I can't hear myself think!" Ruby screamed.
"Why are we screaming?!" Remus yelled, matching her volume.
"I don't know!" She yelled back, giggling wildly. She stopped at a door that was labeled with two names.
Rubellia Ava Morgana Devlin
Alice Lightwood
She pushed the door open, walking into the room. It was cozy, and smaller than most dorms. There were only two beds, across the room from each other.
Remus followed her into the room, shutting the door behind him. The music from the party became a faint background noise thanks to the heavy wooden door.
"It's so hot in here." Ruby whined, throwing her head back. She bent her arms back, struggling with the zipper of her dress. After a few minutes of silent struggling, she groaned in defeat.
"Remus, help me with the zipper. It always gets stuck, I don't know why I keep this stupid dress..."
He approached her, the alcohol making him bolder than usual. Still, even with his alcohol infested brain, he paused. A blush coated his cheeks as he began tugging at the zipper. Finally, it began sliding down her back. She sighed in relief, pulling off the violet fabric.
"That's so much better." She moaned, standing in nothing but her underwear. Remus's blush deepened, as he tried to look anywhere but her. But, well, it was hard to look away.
Ruby paused at his silence, eyeing him with a sly grin.
"Do I make you uncomfortable Remus?" She questioned, stepping closer. She looked up at him, smirking seductively.
He opened his mouth, trying to formulate a sentence. Hell, even a word... but nothing came out.
When he didn't say anything, she chuckled. She leaned in closer, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. She unbuttoned them slowly, watching his face closely. When they were all unopened, she brushed his lips against his ear.
"I want you" She whispered, brushing her fingers down the exposed parts of her chest. His breath hitched, causing her to pause. "You known you want-"
She didn't get the chance to finish, as he pressed his lips against hers. His lips were rough against hers. He wasn't holding back anything. Then again neither was she. He shrugged off his shirt, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He pulled her close to him, as they fell back onto the bed.
