severely underage

Do you remember last night?
  • Warnings: Swearing
  • A/N: All characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling
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“Are you drunk?” you questioned in amusement, pushing Sirius back in the direction he slumped, returning him in his drunken state to the upright position on his chair.

“Not drunk enough,” he cheered, attracting a lot of attention to the pair of you as he stood up and pushed you over to the bar of the Three Broomsticks. In fear of falling flat on your face, you sat unsteadily on a bar stool, hearing several disapproving mutters regarding underage drinkers. Being 7th year students, Sirius had already turned 18 and with your birthday looming, he had brought you out for a “pre-birthday piss up.” Swinging around on your stool to give them a piece of your mind, you were span right back around again before you even had time to open your mouth.

“Less time picking fights, more time drinking. Let’s try not to get banned from here too ‘ey?” he teased, sliding you a firewhiskey across the bar, now in a pint sized pewter tankard instead of your previously small glass. Narrowing your eyes at his comment, you refused to react…he knew it was a sour topic that you had accidentally gotten the whole gang banned from the Hog’s head.

“I’ve told you a million times, that wasn’t my fault! How was I supposed to know that when James challenged me to a charms battle it was going to get that out of hand,” Sirius knew better than to continue on the topic, chuckling and shaking his head as he helped you off the stool and back to your table in a quiet corner.

You widened your eyes at the weight of the tankard as you made your way back across the pub, “Shit Sirius, you are going to kill me,” you groaned, his face filling with a smug grin. It wasn’t until you moved that you had realised how drunk you were, of course you weren’t going to tell him this, you were fed up with your best friend calling you a lightweight and were adamant to keep up with his drinking tonight.

“How exactly did you manage to talk Madam Rosmerta in to serving me alcohol tonight though?” you quizzed curiously. Sirius chuckled at your wincing face as you took a sip of his favourite drink, the burning sensation of the firewhiskey a bit too strong for you.

“Oh it was rather easy really. I just had to apply some of my manly charm,” he sarcastically joked before looking over to the bar and waving in a ridiculing manner at the landlady of the broomsticks. You knew exactly what he meant by that, even before she smittenly waved back.

“So, you chatted her up then?” You cackled, not surprised by the typical Sirius actions, he was gorgeous and he definitely knew it, often using it to his advantage.

“What can I say? I just have so much dedication to your birthday cause,” he teased, “anyway, let’s not pretend like it wasn’t enjoyed by both parties” he added cheekily. To avoid saying something you shouldn’t, you took a large gulp of your drink, feeling a strong pang of jealousy in your stomach. Pushing this feeling away, you reminded yourself that it wasn’t uncommon, all the boys at Hogwarts fancied Madam Rosmerta. She was beautiful after all and he only saw you as his best friend, even if you wanted more.

“Your heroic flirting has once again saved the day, what would we do without it?” you replied, snickering a half laugh and trying not to sound bitter.

“Although I do have to admit, she wasn’t as good to flirt with as you are” he replied casually with a jokey wink. Not expecting this, you were lost for words and you were sure that it was just the firewhiskey talking…it was after all known for giving you courage. Knowing your friendship was naturally flirty anyway, you dismissed the comment, it probably didn’t mean what you hoped. Opting instead to down the remainder of your nearly full pint, Sirius stared at your unusual behaviour in shock before proudly and embarrassingly clapping very loudly.

“I taught you well my friend. This calls for some celebratory shots of red currant rum.” He dashed off to the bar, leaving you alone with your confused feelings and thoughts.

You were sad that the others weren’t able to make it tonight due to being stuck in detention, but you were so gleeful about what they had done that you let it slide. While you and Sirius were out practising quidditch for a few hours in the morning, Sirius’ ex Marlene McKinnon had made a rude comment to Lily in the common room. Consequently; James, Peter, Lily and a reluctant Remus skipped their morning classes, spending the whole morning learning a yellow pus-secreting spell.Coming back from the field, you were both in fits of laughter when you found Marlene with uncontrollable yellow goo squirting from her nose and much to your delight it took the professors half the day to work out how to make it stop.

After many more drinks and hours later, the pair of you were so intoxicated that your vision was going, your speech was slurring and you were definitely swaying in your seat. Despite the lack of company, you and Sirius still had the best night ever, neither of you ever failing to be bored when in each others company. Realising the pub had massively emptied, it was the early hours of the morning and you decided to call it a night and head back to the castle. Nearly falling flat on your face when you tried to stand, Sirius grabbed your arm, catching you before you hit the floor. You cursed yourself for trying to keep up with him, when would you learn that it never ended well.

“Oh fuck, you’re a mess,” he laughed “I love it,” he added, slinging your arm behind his head and over his far shoulder to hold you up when you began to sway. “Well it looks like I will have to piggyback you home again” he falsely sighed, mocking you. “Hop on you lightweight, but I’m warning you, don’t touch my hair.”

You guffawed loudly in your highly intoxicated manner, one of your favourite things about Sirius being his complete inability to not swear. You nodded in response, before using all your concentration to jump on to Sirius’ back, his strong arms catching and securing you tightly to his back. You slumped your head down on his shoulder, losing control of your body, it was feeling too hard to hold up your heavy jelly head.

“But I swear to fucking god (Y/N), if you are sick on me again it will be the end of our relationship. I have a reputation to keep you know,” he joked slurring. He was now stumbling jaggedly down the dark back streets of Hogsmeade to avoid getting caught, still carrying you effortlessly on his back.

Your froze at this, your breath catching in your throat and you felt Sirius do the same. It was as if his own words had accidentally slipped out and even caught him by surprise. “What did you just say?” you asked replaying his words in your head. You were drunk, but definitely not deaf, you were sure he just said you were in a relationship. The words came out his mouth so easily, boldly and fluently that it was slightly frightening - it was like he actually believed them.

With no going back, Sirius had no other option than to ride out his accidental drunken confession, trying to play it out casually. “Oh don’t act like you don’t want to be my girlfriend,” he smirked nonchalantly, keeping his cool on the outside. “You are a bad liar, but an even worse actor,” he laughed.

“You’re right, I do want to be your girlfriend,” you admitted into his neck, neither of you expecting that response, nor for it to be so instant. You immediately knew you shouldn’t have said that, you weren’t sure you could cope with the rejection and didn’t want to lose your best friend. You regretted that firewhiskey more than anything else right now.

After a moment’s silence you began to panic, thankful when Sirius spoke up. “I think I want you to be my girlfriend too,” he admitted, his serious side emerging. You had come to learn with him that serious conversations were rare and few, the joker scarcely wanting to show his vulnerability. But this meant that when they did, you always knew to take his words as genuine.

“I thought we just got on well because you’re a girl and my best friend, but so is Lily and it’s not the same with her. There’s something else there with us, so I guess that means you are more than just a best friend to me?” He pondered for a moment, before breaking back to his usual self. “Also, It’s not often I find someone as cool as me, would be a shame to waste it,” from the tone of his voice, you didn’t even need to see his face to know the arrogant smirk that would be plastered on it. You always told him off for his witty egotistical arrogance, but secretly you found it to be one of his most attractive qualities.

“Well then…I suppose I better had promise not to be sick on you” Sirius seemed pleased with your response, chuckling loudly. You decided to change the subject, feeling now was the wrong time to discuss something so important while being so drunk - your brain was barely working and you actually were beginning to feel sick. “How you not drunker though…we had the same?” It took all your might to talk coherently.

“A magician never reveals his tricks,” he chortled loudly at his own terrible pun, earning an eye roll from you. “No I am actually very drunk, but I clearly can hold my liquor better than you, lightweight,” he snorted the last word. He knew you hated being called that, but he could never resist teasing you. You were too drunk to bother replying, instead placing a sweet kiss on the crook of his neck, feeling bold in the moment. With that, Sirius tightened his grip on your legs, spending the rest of the walk home obnoxiously singing cheesy folk love songs, which was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep.

It wasn’t until he tripped over the common room sofa and dropped you on the floor with a loud thud that you were awoken abruptly. Lying next to the fire in front of the sofa, you were rolling around on the red rug laughing maniacally. You weren’t mad, if anything you were impressed he had managed to even sneak in this far without getting caught.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologised, collapsing down next to you before grabbing a blanket off the sofa and throwing it over you both. Falling asleep cuddling, the pair of you were content where you were, the fire keeping you warm, neither of you wanting to break your bliss and bother with moving to bed. 

You weren’t sure if it was the harsh light or the sharp prodding that woke you, but both you and Sirius awoke confused and on the common room floor. Remus stood over you both, clearly the culprit of the prodding, looking relieved when you both sat up alive…well, just about. Lily and James sat on the sofa looking amused at your wincing faces and clearly getting enjoyment out of your pain. Peter standing above you with glasses of water and painkillers, which you both sat up and appreciatively took quickly - your mouths drier than ever and your heads thumping.

Clutching your sore head, you groaned, lying back down and covering your face from the sun with your blanket receiving chuckles from all. Despite the pain, you had woken with a smile. It was impossible to not be happy after last night; you no longer had to hide your feelings and knowing he had them back was the best feeling in the world. Grimacing at the strong churning in your stomach, you were sure that the culprit of that was more than likely the alcohol.

“You better get on your feet! We have divination at 9!” James chirped, in a deliberately irritating and overly fake happy tone before snatching the blanket away from you both leaving you without protection from the morning.

“Fuck off James,” Sirius whined. “Divination is crap anyway,” he grouchily added before pulling you back upright, he wasn’t going to suffer alone. Despite being drunk, you remembered everything last night clearly, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about your conversation on the way home and you were glad there was no awkwardness between the pair of you this morning. Deciding it was best to act normal around your friends, you were waiting for a moment alone with Sirius so that you could talk about what you both admitted the night before.

“You could have at least bought back some breakfast for us,” he whined at your friends, wanting pity in his tender state as he scooted to sit with his back resting on the sofa.

“No way, this is self inflicted,” Lily added with an evil smirk. “If we had to miss out on the fun then we want you to suffer too,” she high-fived James loudly. “By the looks of you, I bet you have some great stories to tell though.”

You laughed at this, nodding your head in agreement. “We will tell you all later, but right now I think I am dying,” you moaned.

“You are on your own with that one (Y/N), I can’t remember anything onward from you nearly starting on those men by the bar,” Sirius spoke directly to you, grinning proudly at your antics as he spoke. 

You could barely hear everybody’s laughter as you looked back at his face, your stomach dropping… you knew him well enough to tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t lying. You knew he was drunk, but he had actually forgotten. How could he forget?

“Nothing at all? Not even the walk home?” you casually asked, trying hard not to raise suspicion or show your disappointment in front of him or your friends.

“Nope, nothing. I don’t even remember leaving. Sign of a good night I think,” he playfully added, shoving you lightly on your arm, before standing up slowly and helping you up after.

“Yeah definitely, it was one of the best nights I have ever had,” you answered, devastated that he couldn’t remember why.

“We are going to make your actual birthday even better,” Remus added.

“We will all be there for a start,” Peter scoffed, earning whoops from your friends.

“It is going to be great, I can’t wait,” you spoke with a false tone, trying your hardest to pretend like nothing was wrong in front of everyone, but the truth was you didn’t care about your birthday. Nothing mattered to you in this moment other than Sirius forgetting.

Feeling yourself about to cry, you knew Sirius was on to you. Knowing you better than anyone he began to pick up on your strange tone and facial expressions. Even if the others had yet to notice anything was wrong, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you slipped up your facade - like Sirius said last night, you were a rubbish actor.

“Well I better go and get dressed,” you excused yourself from your friends in the most inconspicuous way you could, desperate to get away as you turned your back to them and began to walk towards the staircase leading to your dorm. You noted Sirius furrowed brows as he watched you leave, taking a step forward to follow you before deciding to instead confront you about your odd behaviour when you were alone later. He knew that would be his best chance to get the truth from you.

As you ascended the stairs, out of sight, your tears finally split over and with a single stern movement you wiped them away. You knew it was time to make a plan, wracking your brain of a way to remind him of what happened the night before. You refused to cry over this, you had no reason to…he liked you back, even if he couldn’t remember admitting it. You weren’t going to let it slide again, this was the push you needed. As your muggle Mother always said; a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.


“Here’s a pretty unbelievable story: Laurie Holden is an actress who plays Andrea on “The Walking Dead,” but she isn’t just an actress. Holden also works as a human rights activist with a group called Operation Underground Railroad. It’s an organization run by an ex-CIA agent named Tim Ballard that works to take down unsavory human traffickers and the like. So, Holden and the group went down to Colombia to try to take down a group of men who were trafficking in underage prostitutes. Ballard, Holden and co. ingratiated themselves into this group and set up an elaborate party in an effort to catch these men in the act….” Adam Pliskin, Elite Daily 

“For months, the group put together a massive sting operation in cooperation with Colombian authorities. They each had an elaborate cover story. Ballard’s story was that he was the best man in a wedding back in the U.S. and was looking to hire several underage prostitutes for a big bachelor party in Cartagena. The cover was meant to lure the sex traffickers into a setup so that Ballard and his team could rescue the girls, many of whom were under 18. … In order for Colombian officials to prosecute the sex traffickers, they have to catch them exchanging money for the girls on tape. … Holden’s job was to “keep [the traffickers] occupied by the pool area while Ballard and the undercover officers worked to catch the traffickers on tape exchanging money.” Candace Smith and Aristides Pinedo-Burns, ABC News 

“When the traffickers agree on camera to to pimp out the underage girls and the money is exchanged, the cops move in to make the arrests.  During the ordeal Holden works with social workers to comfort the girls, who fear they’re the ones who will be in trouble and that they won’t be paid. Holden is clearly heartbroken when interviewed after the fact. But she should also be extremely proud of her work.” Ian Cervantes, Complex

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i can’t stand kylie jenner, i know she’s young but trust me she’s aware she’s a celebrity and young girls all over the world look up to her, she knows it because she’s obviously trying so hard to look like something she’s not. but 18 y/o girls are all like- wow if kylie looks so good why didn’t puberty made me look hot??? and she’s like - LIP LINER changed my life.
that’s not puberty nor lip liner bitch you HAD SEVERAL UNDERAGE PLASTIC SURGERIES why can’t u just admit it???
i seriously cannot understand how some of you choose to have blogs about her and actually be a fan of a lying, RACIST ass like hers.

I think what people don’t understand is that for instance, Lovelyz, when they debuted had several underage members. Yein is still underage, so their “pure” concept is right now, what suits them best. Hyeyeon from Gugudan is 16, they surely would not have debuted with anything that is too dark or sexy or anything. Sure, they could have debuted differently, but I liked their debut (maybe I’m alone in this). If you don’t like cute or innocent concepts just don’t listen to them, please. Don’t hate.