A/N: I would just like to apologize for not updating in an ungodly long time! I've been really busy with school, and then my computer broke so I haven't been able to write… but here's the new chapter. Hopefully you'll have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Much love :]

"Soooo I was thinking. We have that rule against the Marauders because they aren't the dateable type," Whitlyn said cautiously, gauging the reactions of the two girls in front of her, "however, I would just like to point out that I have no intention of dating Sirius. I just want to fuck him. You should know I'm not the dating type. Commitment and Whitlyn do not go well together."

"Whit, give it up," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "It's a rule, one we set in stone. Do you want to be a rule breaker?"

"I mean, yeah, kinda, if it means I get to fuck Sirius," Whitlyn explained. "Come on, ladies, I hear he has a 9 inch dick. NINE INCHES! Does that mean nothing to you?"

"Not really, no," Bradlee deadpanned, bored with Whitlyn's incessant begging.

"Let's go shopping!" Whitlyn exclaimed excitedly.

"What the fuck? How did we get from talking about the Marauders to shopping?" Lily asked. Whitlyn looked at her with one eyebrow raised. Lily knew this look could be translated into "stop being a bitch and answer my question."

"We can't go shopping, Whit," Bradlee explained as if to a two year old. "There's not another Hogsmede weekend for a few weeks."

"That may be true, my dear, however we happen to have a few friends who know how to sneak into Hogsmede. It's called connections. This piece of brilliance has been brought to you by Whitlyn Combs, free of charge."

"You're an idiot. But I'm game," Lily said, hopping off the bed and digging through the mess on the floor for her shoes.

"Ughhhh I hate shopping!" Bradlee exclaimed.

"Okay, one, you are a pitiful excuse for a girl. And two, we HAVE to go shopping to get outfits for my party! It's tomorrow night, we have to look flawless."

"Can't I look flawless in jeans and a t-shirt?" Bradlee inquired.

Whitlyn stared at her for a moment, similar to the way she would stare if she saw someone with a pus filled sore on their face. "Get the fuck up and come one." Bradlee groaned and rolled her eyes, but got out of her bed nevertheless. She realized there was no point arguing once Whitlyn went into bitch mode.

The girls wandered aimlessly through the castle, searching for the Marauders. They knew the boys often snuck into Hogsmede in order to procure illegal substances. They finally found outside, lounging beneath a Beech Tree.

"Ohhh Siriussss!" Whitlyn trilled, plopping down beside him and snuggling up close.

"Hey, sexy. What can I do for you?"

"Well," she began, sitting up a little more so her mouth was almost touching his ear. "If the rumors are true… a lot."

"Ohh, they're true, " he replied.

Lily rolled her eyes, taking control of the situation. "We need to get into Hogsmede."

"Why?" James asked, eyebrows crinkled in the center.

"We want to go to the strip club," Bradlee said sarcastically. "Can you just show us?"

"Not if you don't lose the attitude," Sirius responded.

"Dear Marauders, who I love oh-so-much," Bradlee said, a huge smile on her face. "We would really appreciate it if you would share with us your expertise on sneaking out of the castle."

"That's more like it," Sirius replied.

"Come with us," Remus said, as the group stood up and took off across the grounds. They came to a statue of a hump backed witch. Remus pulled out his wand and tapped the witch's hump, muttering an incantation and, to the girls surprise, the hump opened up just enough for a person to slip into it.

"This will take you into the cellar of Honeydukes," James said.

"Just make sure when you come back there's no one in the hallway," Sirius told the girls. "We couldn't let all our secrets get out," he added, throwing in a wink for good measure.

"Roger that, commander," Whitlyn rebutted, giving him a salute. They slid through the small opening and followed a tunnel into Honeydukes.

After three hours of shopping, during with Bradlee complained profusely, the girls had found outfits and accessories that were pleasing to them, so they headed back to Hogwarts just in time for dinner.

The girls were chatting away happily in the Great Hall when they were approached by Jimmy Collins.

"What the fuck, Collins?" Whitlyn exclaimed exasperatedly. "Did you not get the hint the other day? Fuck off."

"Whitlyn, stop being such a bitch," Lily said, chastising her friends. "What do you need, Jimmy?"

"I want to come to the party," he told them.

"First of all, how did you hear about that? It's a secret party," Whitlyn questioned him. "And second of all, no."

"First of all," Jimmy began in a sarcastic tone, "when someone throws a party as awesome as yours is supposed to be people talk about it. And second of all, you're really not hot enough to be such a bitch. You try to feel wanted by sleeping with any guy who throws themselves at you because you know you're not worth the shit on my shoe."

"Aww, I'm so hurt by your insult. I'm just gonna go have sex with someone because I'm so damn sad. You're just mad because I won't fuck you ," Whitlyn said, rolling her eyes. "Bye now."

"Whitlyn, why can't he just come?" Bradlee asked, feeling for the poor boy. "You're being extremely rude."

"He can't come because if we have some bottom of the hole low life at my party then no one's going to want to be there. And I think we've been friends long enough for you to know that I'm rude. "

Bradlee sighed heavily in a defeated way and gave Jimmy a small smile. The boy just scoffed and stalked off. Whitlyn looked after him with a look of disgust before turning back to her two friends.

"Could you please pass the salt?"

Smoke and loud music filled the air. The room smelled of weed and alcohol, a loud beat pulsing around the dancing bodies. People were spread around the room in various states of undress, letting the drugs and drinks take over. Sirius Black was parading around the room in his pants, his shirt long forgotten slung over a chair. James was making out with a fifth year Ravenclaw on one of the various couches in the room. Whitlyn, playing the part of the perfect host, was drifting lackadaisically through the room, drink in hand, talking to different girls and flirting with boys. Lily and Bradlee were involved in a raucous game of flip cup, both feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Don't hate me, but Remus is looking damn good!" Bradlee shouted over the music. "Can I please fuck him." Remus was chatting with some girl near the bar, they were standing dangerously close, his hand resting on her lower back.

"Alright, Whitlyn," Lily giggled, poking fun at her friend. Remus leaned in, whispering something in the girls ear.

"Who is that bitch, anyway?" Bradlee asked, a hint of jealousy behind her eyes.

"Marie Chaffer," Lily said, eyeing the girl. She was a pretty girl, but she was known more for what she did behind closed doors than anything else.

"Well I don't like her," Bradlee giggled. "Where's Whitlynnnnn?"

"I don't know… I'm drunk!" The girls dissolved into a fit of laughter.

They finally spotted Whitlyn, sitting on a couch with none other than Sirius Black. Her skirt was riding dangerously high, her cleavage pouring out from her tiny top. She was laying against Black, a blunt dangling from her delicate fingers. She took a large puff, holding it in for a few seconds before blowing it towards his face. Whitlyn laughed, passing the blunt to Sirius, who took a hit as well. They were covered with a cloud of smoke and their eyes were half closed. They were totally stoned.

"Lily," Bradlee exclaimed, eyes wide, "I don't know if you know this, but Whitlyn smokes!"

"Clearly," Lily laughed, smacking her friend playfully in the arm. Sirius whispered something in Whitlyn's ear. The two disposed of the blunt in one of the many ash trays and got up, giggling to each other as they exited the room.

"Where do you think they're going?" Lily asked, a hint of curiousity in her voice.

"Let's follow herrrrrrr!" Bradlee exclaimed.

The two got up and followed the couple out the door. Their attempt at being sneaky failed due to their giggling and constant tripping over their own feet. The pair shushed each other, making sure to stay far enough back that the unsuspecting couple in front of them wouldn't be made aware of their presence. Sirius pulled Whitlyn into a broom closet, her giggling audible down the hallway.

"Holy shit! She's about to get downnn and dirtyyy with Black!" Bradlee said.

Lily began to feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off as anger surged through her body. How could Whitlyn do something like this? Lily realized she was being slightly hypocritical, seeing as she and James had had a similar fling going on, but that was over now. She realized how untrustworthy a Marauder was, and she was absolutely livid that her best friend would go against everything they had always said just for a good shag. She strode forward defiantly, reaching the broom closet in what felt like no time at all.

"Lily!" Bradlee whisper shouted to her. Lily ignored her. "Lily what the fuck do you think you're doing?" She began running down the hall towards her friend, but it was too late. Lily had turned the handle and flung the door open. Sirius and Whitlyn were inside, locked by the lips. His hand was in her skirt and she was making soft moaning noises. The couple stopped when they heard the door open, turning to see a red faced Lily Evans.

"What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"Well," Whitlyn began, slurring her words slightly. "I WAS about to get it in before you cock blocked me."

"Twat blocked, technically," Sirius interject, attempting to resume his ministrations.

"Before you twat blocked me," Whitlyn said, giggling.

"Lily," Bradlee said, grabbing her friend by the arm. "Let's just go back to the party. If this is what she wants to do then there's nothing we can say to stop her."

"I'm not going back to the fucking party. You are unfuckingbelievable Whitlyn Combs! We agreed that we would have nothing to do with the Marauders, but here you are gallivanting off with the worst of them all!" Lily screamed at her.

"You act so high and mighty all the time Lily!" Whitlyn retaliated, shoving Sirius away from her, her face going red. "So what if I want to fuck Black? It's none of your damn business! I don't try and tell you who to hang out with or flirt with or make out with! You're supposed to be my best friend, so if doing this is going to make me happy why can't you just accept it? You're a fucking prude! I'm sorry that you're so high strung you can't enjoy a good time when it knocks on your fucking door, but I plan on living my life to fullest! So would you be so kind as to get the fuck out so I can screw this dude's brains out?"

Bradlee and Sirius watched uncomfortably as the two friends yelled at each other. Lily and Whitlyn were both known for their temper, so neither Bradlee or Sirius particularly wanted to get in the middle.

"Ohh, I'm sorry I'm such a PRUDE! Just because I don't spread my legs more than a prostitute doesn't make me a prude, Whitlyn! You're a fucking slut! I'm surprised anybody still wants to fuck you, with as many guys as you've been with! You're just a stupid bitch who can't listen when her best friend tries to tell her that getting involved with a Marauder is a MISTAKE!"

"You're one to talk," Sirius interjected, jumping to Whitlyn's defense. "You're the one that's been sneaking away with Prongs for the last few weeks so you can snog him senseless!"

"EXCUSE ME?" Whitlyn and Bradlee exclaimed at the same time. Lily's mouth fell open in astonishment.

"I think it's time we go back to our room now," Bradlee said, grabbing her two friends by the arm and dragging them away. "Have a nice night, Black." She drug the two girls, who were glaring daggers at each other, up to their room, bracing herself for the fight that was surely to come.

A/N: Sooo what'd you think? Please review!