James woke with a splitting headache and a curse on his lips. Warm sunlight passed through his bed hangings and managed to temporarily blind him. Sitting up, he yanked his curtains open and glared at his muggle alarm clock. The sun couldn't be out at three in the morning, right? Gods! Twelve hours of sleep should of at least dampered the effects of a fucking hangover. He cursed again as he went to get up.

What the hell had possessed him? Ah, well, he knew what possessed him, but he shouldn't have let it. It didn't help one bit that Sirius prodded him on, refilling his cups after the last drop was swallowed. James was pretty sure he did some regrettable things, just not entirely sure what. He would have to apologize, probably more than once.

Uncomfortable, he looked down at himself and grimaced. Mean-tempered Evans. She could of at least undressed him and tucked him in proper, since it was her fault he had got foxed in the first place. And hadn't she gotten snippy there, rubbing it in? He couldn't remember that clearly either.

James leaned back against his wall and massaged his temples. Well, he had his options, even at this hour. He could try to go back to sleep and settle in a coma-like state until his hangover receded, which was doubtful. He'd already slept more than his customary hours. He could change and go hit the pitch for a couple hours-that is, if he could manage to maneuver a broom at 200 feet with this splitting headache. Or he could be as mean-tempered as Evans and go wake up Sirius with some pots and pans. It was his fault, after all, that he was so deep in his cup when crawled back to his dormitory.

He laughed, which made him grimace. Sirius did not get "drunk" often, for he had a high tolerance for indulgence. However, when the dear boy did manage to get completely sodden drunk, he was known to not be very amenable the next day. Perfect, James decided to pay ol' pads a visit.

When Lily sat down to breakfast, she was still bleary-eyed, having spent a rather restless, sleepless night. This time it was her own fault. She felt rather guilty about her treatment of James earlier. She supposed she could of at least undressed him and made him more comfortable instead of leaving him as she had, not even bothering to see that he got under the covers. She was familiar with his body after all, of course by accident. She blushed.

Half a dozen times she had nearly gotten up to rectify the matter but changed her mind, afraid he might wake up and misconstrue her concern. Not that she would mind, which caused her to get up several more times but lose her nerve right when she got to his door. She didn't want to take advantage of his condition.

But then again it seemed as if he would of more than obliged in being taken advantage of. Even drunk he had the ability to arouse her. His words echoed in her mind- "Play with fire, sweetheart, and you'll get burned". What in the devil did he mean by that anyways? She sighed and thought about how she had practically ran from his room and did not stop until she was behind her own door. The prat was lucky he didn't get attacked, putting his hands on her like that… Of course it would be an attack he might of welcomed. Lily couldn't believe that this man could have such an effect on her. He hadn't really touched her, yet she became wet every time she thought about his hands on her, and the look he gave her. And his damn, ominous words.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend and she naturally accepted the invitation to join her friends Alice, Sammy and Andy. She had nothing better to do and it would be nice to get as far away from Potter as she could. She was starting to think perhaps she would enjoy a good burning.

James had thrown on his invisibility cloak and taken secret passages to try and avoid the mob of people. Slowly, because each step reverberated through his head, James made his way to Gryffindor Tower. He really doubted his head could stand the constant buzz of students as they shuffled around in their little cliques and gossiped freely. He was quite surprised to find the castle nearly deserted. Every once in awhile he would bump into some younger students, which led him to the grand conclusion that it had to be a Hogsmeade weekend. Quite a stroke of luck in his book.

He stopped once outside the seventh year boy dormitories and slowly made his way to where Remus, Sirius, Peter and Frank slept. He knocked once but entered without permission, to find Sirius sitting in bed quite naked, holding his head in his hands. James almost laughed but caught himself in time. It hurt too much to indulge. The poor sod did look quite miserable though.

Sirius didn't glance up to see who had intruded. Softly, ominously, he grated out, "Not above a whisper if you value your life."

"Got a little man hammering in your head too, you miserable puppy?"

Sirius raised his head slowly. His scowl was murderous. "At least a dozen, and I owe every bloody one to you, you bleeding-"

"The devil you do! You are the one who offered the bottle and bottomless cups, so if anyone has a right to complain-"

"I offered you one bottle, not several bottles, you ass!"

They both winced at the raised tone. "Well, I suppose you got me there."

"Good of you to admit it Prongs," Sirius snorted as he began rubbing his temples.

James lips began to twitch. It was quite ridiculous, the punishment they put their bodies through, although Sirius' body didn't look any worse for the wear. James had been surprised upon entering to see Sirius quite naked, not having seen him that way in several years since he last had to burst into an empty classroom fourth year and warn Sirius that his current ladylove had a very mad boyfriend on the way. He was now more broad, solid. He had a medium build with pretty thick muscles running along his chest and arms and down his legs.

"You know, Pads, You're and incredible brute specimen."

Sirius shook his head at the remark, looking down at himself and then back to James. He finally grinned at his friend's surprised. "The ladies don't seem to mind."

"No, I don't imagine they would." James chuckled. "So where has Remus gotten off to? I imagine he has to be feeling as bloody rotten as we do, correct?"

"Actually he was quite chipper. A little too chipper. He had taken a hangover potion, and the sod decided to burst in here and open curtains and jump on my bed. I about killed the dear boy but we bargained and he is off to brew me up some of the good stuff."

"I hope he makes more than enough. Wouldn't mind trying the shat. Anything to get rid of this fucking axe wound."

A/N: Hello luvs and thanks for all new reviews and avid interest in my little tale. Sorry I haven't updated. I am actually in the middle of moving and had a lot of stuff on my mind. Anyways..here's a cookie for waiting so patiently and I promise to have a new chapter soon!