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I groan as I open my eyes. Why does the sun have to be so damn bright? Couldn't it dim it down a little so as not to kill the girl with the hangover?

I roll onto my back and place an arm over my eyes, hoping that will help the spinning of the room a little. My head is pounding as I try to remember where I keep my store of hangover potion. I don't even really drink that much, and so I haven't had to use the potion in over a year.

I keep my arm over my eyes as I also try to remember what had happened the previous night.

I remember Claudia coming by, her blue eyes sparkling, as she announced that the infamous Marauders – "Remember Lily, the ones we went to school with?" As if I could forget – were having a housewarming party, and thanks to her tumultuous on-and-off relationship with Sirius Black, she had scored us both an invite. I had tried to get out of it – I really was in no mood to see James Potter and his overlarge head – but Claudia refused.

After that, it got kind of blurry – I vaguely remember drinking butterbeer that I was now almost positive had been spiked, and then later on some Firewhiskey.

I roll back to my side, and reopen my eyes, taking in the dark blue walls of-

Wait a minute. This isn't my room.

Now that I'm paying slightly more attention, I've become aware of the fact that not only is this not my room, but this is not my bed either – it's much less comfortable.

I squint, peering around the room. Maybe it was Claudia's flat? She changes the color of the walls, floor, and furniture at least once a week. I survey the clothing strewn all over the floor, and decide that this was most definitely not Claudia's flat. Even she isn't that messy.

The bed shifts and I freeze.

Please, please, please, I silently pray, please tell me I didn't have sex with a random guy last night! Maybe we just fell asleep next to each other.

Except, now that I'm being more firmly jolted into reality, I'm also aware of the fact that I'm not wearing anything other than a gray sheet.

The person next to me shifts again and groans, much like I had. Stupid overly bright sunshine.

"Evans?" comes the scratchy voice, and I plunge into my absolute worst and most embarrassing nightmare. I peek over my shoulder and spot a toned chest and mop of unruly black hair.

Unwilling to see any more, I pull the pillow over my head and try very hard to believe that if I don't look again, he'll be gone and I will wake up in my own bed, in my own room, in my own flat, alone.

He pokes me. "Evans."

"Go the bloody hell away, Potter."

"Actually, this is my room, and so you need to leave."

Growling, I pull my head out from under the pillow and look to the right, meeting Potter's bloodshot gaze.

"Could you move any faster?"

Practically snarling now, I tighten the sheet around me and sit up with my back to Potter.

"Geez Evans, what happened to your clothes?"

"Like you don't already know," I shoot over my shoulder as I attempt to spot my own shirt and pants under all the rubbish on the floor. "For heaven's sake Potter, could you at least attempt to clean your room once or even twice a month?" I choose to ignore the fact that they had only moved in three days ago.

No response.

Curious despite myself, I turn to look at Potter and find him staring at me, his face pale.

"I'm not wearing any clothes either, Evans."

"I figured," I say shortly. "Didn't you used to be smart when we were at Hogwarts?"

Groaning, he flops back on the bed and scrubs his hands over his face before reaching over to put on his glasses.

"Fuck my life," I hear him mutter.

Angry in spite of my better intentions, I stand quickly, still clutching the sheet around me. Potter is flipped off the bed and lands with a loud thump on the floor. If I hadn't been pissed, I would have broken a rib laughing.

"Oi!" he says indignantly, reaching up to snag the comforter and pull it around his waist.

"I figured you would be pleased, Potter," I practically sneer. "You finally got to shag the one girl that would never give you the time of day in Hogwarts."

"Just because I wanted to screw you, Evans, doesn't mean I ever wanted to wake up next to you."

"Well, well, well," a voice in the doorway drawls, "What have we here?"

I spin around to find Sirius lounging against the doorframe in pajama bottoms, lazily eating an apple. His left arm is draped around Claudia's waist – she, for her part, is wearing nothing but an overlarge button-up shirt of Sirius's, and both of them are surveying us with amused expressions. Neither of them looks the slightest bit hungover.

"Padfoot, must you yell?" Potter asks from behind me, wincing slightly. Sirius ignores him.

"I must say, Lily-pad, I never had you pegged as the type of girl to get shit-faced at a party and shag someone. Apparently I was wrong. I'm very proud of you." He smirks.

I could feel myself blushing and look at the floor. Sirius has always been the Marauder I'm closest to, and therefore the one I am most embarrassed to be found in this position by. Plus, Claudia is never going to let me live it down.

I spot my wand, only a few feet away, and quickly bend over and grab it – inadvertently giving Potter a decent view of my ass.

Standing, I throw Potter a scathing look before turning back to face Sirius and my former best friend (who is smirking like nobody's business) – I'm not stupid, Potter is a male that shagged anything in a skirt at school and I know he looked. I can't totally blame him – I do have a pretty good looking ass.

"Sirius, as much fun as this was – " I can practically hear Potter's head swelling behind me " – I'm going to go home now and take a nice hangover potion before going back to sleep. I hope you enjoy your new place."

And I Disapparate – still wearing Potter's sheets – back to my own much smaller, much cleaner flat. Upon arriving, I promptly make a dash for my bathroom.

Let it be known that it is not a good idea to Apparate when hungover.

So this story IS the Lily/James from the poll that was on my profile. That poll is now officially closed. I hope to update this story at least once a week, because I already have the first few chapters written. It shouldn't be more than eleven chapters, if even that. So...ENJOY! Review, and let me know what you think of this first chapter! Otherwise I won't know if it sucks or not!