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Chapter 6 : Chapter 6: The Halloween Party
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Did that seriously just happen? In front of Remus?
Damn, Michael's a good kisser.
"Excuse us, Remus," I said sweetly. "I have to talk to Michael. See you later."
I got up and pulled Michael along.
"What was that about?" I asked him.
He grinned before leaning down to kiss me again.
Mmmm . . .
Oh! Right! To the order of business. I pushed him away.
"Was kissing in front of Remus really necessary?" I asked my hand still on his chest. Oops.
"Well, no, I guess not." Time to remove the hand, Elizabeth. There.
"Then why did you?" Focus, Elizabeth.
He grinned sheepishly. "I wanted to."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Michael." I ruffled his hair. Which was actually kind of hard, considering he towers above me.
I really hate being short.
"Hey, not fair!"
Michael grinned again, and leant down to kiss me again.
"You kissed him?" Leslie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, he technically kissed me."
"In front of Remus?"
"Maybe he'll be jealous." Ashley wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I looked at her doubtfully. "Right. Because that's likely."
"You never know."
All of a sudden, Halloween was fast approaching, and upon us. So naturally, the Marauders were throwing a party.
I'm not a fan of parties. In case you couldn't tell. Sirius invited me for Merlin knows reason.
So I was spending my time in my natural habitat. The wall.
"Elizabeth!" Ashley looked drunk. Great. At least we live at Hogwarts so we don't need a designated driver or something. "Want a driinnnkkk?"
I shook my head. "No, thank you."
Ashley frowned. "Party pooper."
With a sigh, I went to grab a butter beer. Hopefully that wasn't spiked. I took a big gulp. Tasted okay.
"Hey, Elizabeth!" I turned to find Michael walking towards me, a huge grin taking over his face.
"Hello, Michael." I smiled and stood on my tippy toes to give him a peck. He grabbed a butter beer and took a swig.
I finished my bottle, feeling a little dizzy.
"I didn't take you for a drinker."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean? I don't drink."
"Then why are you drinking the butter beer?"
I giggled a little. "You know it isn't actually beer."
Michael rolled his eyes. "They spiked it."
My eyes widened. "Oh."
"You're clearly a very composed drunk."
I walked away from him and straight to Leslie. "Les, I think I just drank a spiked butter beer."
She raised an eyebrow. "It's not that hard, Liz. All the drinks are spiked." Leslie waved a hand to show Lily Evans drunk. Whoa.
"Is she dancing with Potter?" I asked, shocked.
Leslie nodded solemnly. "She's going to freak out at him tomorrow. I so wouldn't want to be him right now."
I laughed. "Poor guy."
Leslie nodded. "Why don't you go talk to Remus? I have something I want to do."
I gave her a weird look, but walked away anyway.
"Hey, Remus." I grinned, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Here, have a drink." He offered me an unopened butter beer bottle.
I eyed it warily. I'm already pretty tipsy. Why not? What's the harm to get drunk once in my life? Just add it to my achievements list. I took the bottle, opened it, and took a sip.
"You do realize it's spiked, right?" he said, looking at the bottle.
"You tell me this after I take a drink? Why, Remus Lupin, were you trying to get me drunk?" I teased.
He chuckled. "Yes, so I can take advantage of you."
Swoon. I can't believe I just swooned over that. He just has such a nice laugh.
"It's alright. I know it's spiked." I said, taking another swig. Now that I think about it, it does have a slightly weird taste.
"Just don't try the punch. It's practically straight fire whiskey," he replied, taking a swig of his glass of punch.
"Aren't you drinking some of that right now?" I asked, slightly amused.
"Yes, but I'm friends with the Marauders. I have a strong alcohol tolerance."
"Why am I not surprised?"
I was totally and completely drunk.
I regret those butter beers.
One minute I'm chatting with Remus on my second bottle, the next I'm snogging Michael. When that started happening, only Merlin knows.
But I'm done now. With the drinking and snogging, I mean.
"Would you like to dance?" I looked up at Remus and shrugged.
I took his hand to help me pull off the couch.
You know, they're dancing awfully weird. What's with not facing your partner? I don't get it.
Is that what Remus and I are supposed to be doing?
Apparently not, because I stumbled, Remus caught me, and then we sort of just danced. Like slow dancing, even if it's to a slow song. Which I suppose is kind of weird. But since when have I decided to be normal?
That should be my New Year's Resolution.
That and snog Remus, of course.
Wait! I don't mean that. I like Michael. I am dating Michael.
I have no feelings for Remus. What so ever.
Clearly I'm trying to brain wash myself.
I don't think its working.
"Well, this is fun," I slurred. Why am I slurring again? Oh, yeah, I'm drunk.
I started laughing. "Who forgets they're drunk?" I giggled to Remus.
He was clearly amused. I don't think he's even nearly as drunk as me.
"No, I'm not."
Oh, apparently I said that out loud. Hehe. That's funny.
With my arms around his neck, I sort of slipped a little. I fell to the ground, pulling him down with me.
His face an inch from mine, I giggled and whispered, "Oops. Sorry."
Remus smiled slightly. "It's alright." He took my hand and pulled me up.
"You should go to bed."
I shook my head fast, only to make me extremely dizzy. "No!" I whined.
He chuckled, and grabbed my hand, leading us to the boys' dormitory.
I dug my feet into the ground. "Why are we going that way?"
Remus rolled his eyes. "I can't exactly take you up your stairs. They'd turn into a slide."
I huffed. "Fine," I muttered.
"Good. Come on, Lizzie."
I followed him obediently. He led me onto a bed and helped me in.
"Sleep," he demanded.
I giggled and pulled him into the bed with me. I planted my head on his chest.
"Please get off me." He sounded amused.
That was a good sign. Maybe I could just . . .
I tilted my head up, leaning close to his face.
Our breath mingled.
"Elizabeth, what are you doing?"
I pressed my lips to his.
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