A/N- I am on a roll! Woo! Okay, so this chapter is a little crazy but just go with it. This is supposed to be lighthearted and humorous.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Bugger. I can't believe I lost."

Dany rolled her eyes as Marlene huffed dramatically. "Yes, because Lily's fiery insults compounded with James' inappropriate jokes just screams sexual tension."

"Stuff it, Dany. You didn't just lose 5 gold ones. Anyway, I'm off to find Dorcas and Mary. You two have a good time," she said, waving and running off towards Honeydukes.

Which meant that Dany was once again alone with Sirius. Great. Here come the face flushes.

"I owe you a Butterbeer," he said, smirking at no one in particular. "Let's go."

Dany couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. She was going to The Three Broomsticks with Sirius Black. Alone. These were very date-like conditions. With Sirius Black. That was enough to make her want to throw up her breakfast.

"You alright there, Wilson?" asked Sirius, taking off his leather jacket as they sat down. "You don't look too good."

"I-I'm fine. I just, umm, breakfast was pretty heavy today," she said.

"Really? You just had a slice of toast though," he said, tilting his head to one side with a slight upward curl of his lips.

"Oh- that's, well… Oh Merlin!"

Sirius chuckled slightly as she went red and picked up the flask of Butterbeer. If she thought that she had been mortified before, she was sorely mistaken.

"Look, Wilson," he said stretching back into his chair. "I get it. This kinda seems like a date and that's freaking you out. No, no, let me finish. While I've never had this feeling myself, I can understand that it's not the best feeling in the world. So how about we look at it like this- you're my new Potions partner. And thanks to you, I haven't blown anything up yet. I mean, that could change, but the important thing is that I'm back to being able to work without Prongs. And this is a thank you. Think of it as a prize for preventing the whole class from being covered in mucus and slime. Instead of house points, it's a Butterbeer on the house!" He grinned at her and she felt slightly more at ease. "Did you see what I did there? With the house thing?"

"I couldn't miss it even it was wearing a tea cosy and dancing to 'Hot Hot Hippogriff'," she said with a small chuckle.

"There we go! Now, why don't you tell me a bit about what you do when you aren't preventing Potions catastrophes and stalking off with delicious homemade food instead of sharing them with your friends," he said, giving her a meaningful look.

Dany snorted into her drink which seemed to please Sirius as well. "Well, umm…" She wasn't used to talking about herself like this. "I, er-"

"Okay, not much of a conversation starter. But! Perhaps you're a good conversation-continuer," he said, stroking his light stubble. "Let's see… do you like Quidditch?"

"I love it!" she said, with a little more enthusiasm than expected. Sirius actually choked on his drink for a minute, before looking at her in amusement.

"Really? How come we haven't talked about it before?"

"No one ever asked," she said with a shrug.

"Now don't make us sound like pompous exclusionists perpetuating social stereotypes," he said with minor indignation.

"Wuh-well, I'm not sure… How do you come up with such ridiculous bullshit?" said Dany, laughing at him.

"Pureblood upbringing, etc. etc."

"Anyway, tell me more, Wilson. I'm intrigued to know your views on our favourite sport," he continued, tousling his hair once again.

"Well, let's see," said Dany, looking thoughtful. "I'm a huge fan of Puddlemere, can't stand Edward Marchand, and oh! The rules are unfair because they undermine all positions except the Seeker."

"Marchand is a dick. Not sure why the Bats still play him. But Puddlemere? Seriously? When's the last time they finished in the top 4?"

"Oh please! A few poor seasons doesn't take away from a stellar team. Form is temporary, class is permanent!" She finished with a huff.

"Oh come on, Wilson. There comes a time when you just have to count your losses and move on. Face it, Puddlemere are crap."

"Oh? And who do you support?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"The Arrows, of course," he said, taking another lazy swig from his flask.

"Typical," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Excuse me? Are you judging my choice in Quidditch teams?" he asked, highly amused.

"You've left me no choice, unfortunately."

"Fine. You're entitled to your opinion and I'm to mine. Let's leave it at that," he said with a smirk. "Cheers, Wilson!"

She clinked flasks with him, feeling her cheeks flush once again. Bugger.

Dany walked into the dorm, feeling slightly lightheaded and more than a little excited. Her day with Sirius had gone off very well. They had spent most of the time talking about Quidditch, which had been close to three hours.

However, the dorm wasn't exactly in the same shape she had left it in. Lily, Marlene and Dorcas were sitting on Mary's bed, slightly pink in the face and giggling deliriously.

"Wotcher!" she said, taking off her coat. "Where's Mary? Woah!" She almost toppled over seeing Lily barely an inch away from her and smelling like…

"Firewhiskey?" asked the redhead, offering her an innocent bottle.

"Lils, I think you're drunk," said Dany with a slight laugh.

"NO! I'm happy! You know why?" she asked, leaning in towards Dany even more.

"I'm sure you'll tell me…" said Dany trying not to fall over as she leaned away from a very excited Lily.

"Because I didn't have to see Potter today!"

"Lily you liar," said Marlene, standing up and tripping over Dorcas. "You fought with him in the morning! I remember because I lost 5 Galleons because of you! Woah, what're you doing down there, Dorcas?"

Dorcas giggled on the floor, hugging a pair of socks close to herself. "I love you."

"Right… I'm going to take a shower now," said Dany, slightly creeped out by Dorcas' sock-lovin'.

"Nooooooooooooooo!"

Lily jumped up and hugged Dany, Marlene following suit but only succeeding in throwing them all off balance. "Marls! Be careful! You'll hurt Mr. Stebbins!" gasped Lily, still holding on to Dany.

Who in the world was Mr. Stebbins anyway?

"Dannnnnnnnnnnnny! Don't go! Have a sip with us! It tastes sooooooooooo good!" said Marlene.

"Marls, I really don't-"

"Please Dannnnnnnnnnnny! We're your friends, aren't we?" she asked, pouting.

"Oh alright," said Dany, rolling her eyes. But Marlene was now busy talking to Mr. Stebbins again who had miraculously fallen over again.

"Woohooooooooooo! Oops." Lily covered her mouth with her hand, looking at the clock which had broken after she had knocked it off the desk.

Dany knew she was going to regret this, but today had been an unusual day and she felt a tiny bit invincible. Perhaps today was the day to give Firewhiskey another shot.

Exactly an hour later, the Great Hall was packed for dinner. Except for four 6th year Gryffindor girls.

"You're crazy, Marls!" said Dorcas, as her friend continued to perform various types of acrobatics. "Crazy fit as well!"

"Yeah!" yelled Lily. "Let's toast to that!"

"Wa-wait. Where's the rest of the Firewhiskey?" asked Dorcas.

"It should be right there! I got 5 bottles!" said Marlene, sitting upright.

"You mean, we finished 5 bottles! Hell yeah!" shouted Dany, rolling over.

"But we never got to toast," said Dorcas, on the verge of tears.

"N-no. Don't cry! I know where we can get some more! The boys always have a few bottles stashed in their dorm!" said Marlene, excitedly sitting on the bed.

"I'm not going there!" yelled Lily.

"But look at Dorcas. She'll be so sad otherwise," said Marlene, leaning her head on Dorcas' shoulder, both of them pouting. Dany couldn't stop the giggle from escaping her lips.

"You're right! We can't let Dorcas be sad! To hell with those boys! Let's get ourselves some Firewhiskey!" screamed Lily, rushing out the door. The others followed, leaving behind an extremely questionable looking dorm of their own.

Sirius yawned and walked into the dorm. He was a little tired after a day out at Hogsmeade. He definitely needed to work out some more if a measly walk around the village made him this tired. The others had lagged behind, waiting for Remus to finish seeing off the first years.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and was to throw it on his trunk when he noticed something odd on his bed. He moved closer, his wand gripped in his hand as he tried to get a better look at whatever it was.

"Fucking hell!" he hissed, looking at the figure of his Potions partner lying on his bed, completely passed out. She was still in the same clothes as earlier but she smelled distinctly of Firewhiskey. But more importantly, what the hell was she doing in his bed?!

"Oi Padfoot!"

He spun around, hoping to hide her from the others until he figured out exactly what was going on.

"Is that Wilson?" asked Frank, their fifth roommate.

"Wilson? What would Wilson be doing in my bed?" scoffed Sirius.

"We figured she passed out there like the rest of the girls," said Remus, pulling off his sweater vest.

"What?" asked Sirius, extremely bewildered.

"Yup," said Frank, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "Evans, McKinnon and Meadows are all passed out on the stairs. James is practically losing his mind and Peter's trying to stop James from crashing down the stairs himself."

"How'd I miss them?" asked Sirius, frowning at Remus.

"Dunno, Padfoot. You seemed a little preoccupied today," said Remus with a shrug.

"You guys!" said James, bursting in through the door, Peter following and panting heavily. "McGonagall's coming!"

"So?"

"We need to get the girls off the stairs!"

"And then do what? The girls staircase is enchanted, remember?" said Peter, finally regaining his breath.

"We'll keep them here until they wake up. If Minnie catches them, it'll be detention for a month at least. And not to mention no more Hogsmeade trips for any of us!" pleaded James.

"Is this because of your gigantic crush on Evans?" asked Frank, rolling up his sleeves, knowing that arguing would be futile.

"Wh-what? No!" spluttered James. "We don't have time for this, Longbottom! Those girls aren't going to be light as Quaffles, let me remind you!"

"You're right, Prongs," said Remus. "Let's go!"

The five boys were heaving and panting with the weight of the three girls until Remus suggested levitating them.

"Knew we kept you around for a reason, Moony," said James, throwing his friend a wink.

"Stuff it, Prongs. That's about as charming as a drunk gnome," said Remus, slightly disgusted.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," muttered Frank. "Why does this always happen to you guys?"

"When has this happened to us before?" asked Sirius, raising an eyebrow.

"Well not this exactly. But you guys keep getting into weird shit!"

"I know. It's brilliant!" grinned Sirius.

"Okay, who goes where?" asked Remus, once they were all safely inside.

"Wilson's already on mine," said Sirius with a shrug.

"Evans can take my bed," said James, a little too enthusiastically.

"Sure," snorted Remus. "Pete-" Peter was currently snoring on Remus' bed, just one shoe kicked off in a corner. "Well, my bed's taken."

"Meadows can have mine," said Frank, conjuring a few extra pillows and setting up a makeshift bed beside his own.

"So Marlene gets Pete's," said Remus with a sigh.

All five boys fixed themselves places to sleep, while the girls and Peter snored away blissfully.

"They are not going to be pleased in the morning," muttered Remus, casting Muffliato around his sleeping area.

Sirius chuckled and laid down on his temporary bed. The morning was going to be very interesting indeed.

Dany felt sick. Her head ached like crazy and she could smell the disgusting stench of Firewhiskey from somewhere near her. Groaning heavily, she reached for her bedside table to check the time. Her hand searched around for a bit before landing on an unfamiliar piece of clothing. She picked it up and brought it closer to see what it was. A Led Zepplin tshirt. A grey Led Zepplin tshirt. A grey Led Zepplin tshirt that Sirius had worn to Hogsmeade earlier today.

She shot up in her bed and took in her surroundings which were definitely not that of the 6th year girls dorm.

"Lils?" she started, but somehow managed to fall off the bed. Right onto a solid something.

"What the fuck?" came a hoarse, distinctly male voice. A voice she recognised all too well.

"It's too early for this, Wilson," said Sirius, grumpily, rolling over to face away from her. "Go back to sleep. We'll figure this out in the morning."

Dany felt like she was going to pass out.

"Sirius Orion Black! Wake up before I hex your stupid arse to Romania!" she yelled.

Well...

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