James sat with his back to the portrait as he tried to remember the password into the Head Dorms. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Puhleease Gawain. Is it Nabisco? Figgle newt? Peash can? Duck lamp? Big-fat baked potato? Fuzzy nipplesss?"

"No, but close!" James shook his head and laughed. Sirius had indeed managed to send James back thoroughly foxed. In truth, James was surprised he was able to make it back at all. He only fell exactly two times! Resolutely, James pulled himself up on his two wobbly legs.

"Yah know Gawain…I have tried brain now let's go muscleys. I am breaking you cuz I don't like cement floors. Thash it! I'm kicken it down misssster knight man!" With this ridiculous statement James attempted lifting one of his wobbly legs to give a good kick and just ended up sprawled out on the ground. He pulled his knees up and rested his head on them. He was pretty sure he just broke his ass.

"James?" The person in question whipped his head up quickly and instantly regretted it as pain shot through his neck and a blurry visage of red appeared before him.

"Yah know what? I bin sittin' here," James made a great sweeping motion with his arms, "Out HERE trying to get through that damn wall for hours!" James shook his head and his naturally disheveled hair fell across his brow. Lily had never seen James look so ridiculous, sitting down there on the floor like a frumpy thing. But at the same time he had that aura of sexiness.

James snorted and tried to clear his brain. He didn't want Lily to know how drunk he was. Slowly he raised his head up and took his first good look at Lily. His breath hitched as he slowly perused her form. Her long, red hair was left loose, curtaining over her shoulders and settling above the curve of her waist. And for the love of GOD! She was wearing nothing but some skimpy, green, night-cloth thingie! In reality, it really wasn't that skimpy at all.

"Good God woman! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Lily pushed the question aside and raised one of her own. "Do you have any idea what time it is Potter? And furthermore you chose to be dragging your arse back here in your condition?!"

"Certainly," He replied indignantly. "It's-It's…Well bleeding hell do you have a watch on now? Whatever time it is…Well…Where else would I go but to my own bed?" With this statement he smirked.

Lily just rolled her eyes as she thought of all the beds throughout the castle available to James Potter. "Can you walk?"

"But of course! That is how I got here. 'Deed it was." James pulled himself from the ground on wobbly legs. When it looked like he was going to fall flat on his face, Lily rushed forward, dragging his arm around her neck, and putting her own around his waist. Well at least he can stand.

To the best of her abilities, Lily maneuvered James through the portrait hole and across their commons. However, the stairs proved to be a beast as James managed to trip up the very first step. As he fell he pulled Lily down with him and they both ended up sprawled out at the bottom of the staircase.

"Hells teeth! I should just leave you here you fool!" James tried to put a serious face on but broke out into laughter. Somehow Lily managed to disentangle their limbs and get James up the stairs and finally into his bedroom. Once her initial irritation passed, Lily decided that she rather like having a helpless and unable-to-do-for-himself James at her mercy.

"Do you mind telling me why you decided to pop in past 2:30 in the morning? No less DRUNK?" She grilled James as she straddled his leg to remove his first boot.

"Drunk? Dear God…that is indeed a disgusting word. Gentlemen do not get drunk." He shoved his other foot against her backside until the boot finally popped off. This process repeated with the second boot, however, James' shove was a bit harder, nearly sending Lily toppling over with the second boot in her hands. She swung around, eyes narrowed, only to find him grinning innocently at her. She threw the boot down, coming back to the bed to tackle his coat.

"You avoided my question, Potter."

"Which one was would that be again?" His forehead wrinkled as he tried to recall said question.

"Why are you in this disgusting condition you abominable man?!"

"Come now, luv. It really is all quite obvious. Why else would a man tip one too many? Either he's lost his wealth, a relative's died, or his bed is quite empty."

It was Lily's turn to look deliberately innocent. "Did someone die, James?"

He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer in-between his legs. He was smiling, but there was nothing humorous about it. "Play with fire, sweetheart, and you'll get burned," He warned thickly.

Lily yanked hard on his tie and pushed him back into his bed. "Sleep it off…sweetheart." Lily took off as fast as she could. She had to put some distance between herself and that man on the bed.

"You've got a black heart, Lily Evans," he called after her.

She closed the door with a decisive bang.

a/n-Thank you for keeping up with the story! And thank you Radishes for your review! :] It's always nice to have a positive review. It encourages me to write when I think people are actually enjoying my work. Haha I've got some new chapters coming up soon. Reviews are lovely as always!

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