The Bed Post Diaries

[James Potter]

Out On The Town

Prior to fifth year, the Marauders had sneaked out of the castle on several occasions, but there'd been no point in heading to either of the bars, they were too fussy to let us in. By fifth year though, we were hoping that we would be able to get away with it. We'd heard that Madam Rosmerta tended to be a bit more lenient on age sometimes, so hopefully she'd be nice to us in that way too.

It was still September the first time we attempted to go into the Three Broomsticks on a weekend, and lucky for us, we were got in unseen. We also managed to bribe someone to buy us some drinks to start us off with, and we stayed out of sight of the bar. Well, that is until Sirius managed to swipe a couple of drinks from various places around the bar and decide that playing Karaoke would be a good idea...it wasn't.

Remus and Peter had attempted to drag Sirius off the stage before he chased everyone out sounded like a strangled cat, but me? I had just enough alcohol in my system to steer me off in the direction of some girls at the back of the room.

I didn't recognize them, but I had a vague feeling that they were ex students. They could only have been out by a couple of years at the most though. Alcohol does incredible things to people, and it brought out a wild side to the girls there. Well, that and me telling a little white lie about my age and saying I was seventeen, not fifteen, but they didn't need to know the truth, did they?

On of the girls was called Courtney, and she was the dark haired stunner sitting on the end of the table. She also seemed to be interested considering how much her eyes roamed. Remember the previously mentioned huge ego..? Yeah...

Once girls are a bit drunk, it seems to quite easy to snag a kiss or two. All I had to do was ask her to dance for a while (after Sirius had stopped singing like a dying cat) and within a song or two we'd sneaked out the door at the back and latched lips in the passage. Not many people go through there, so we had privacy. It was just an intense make out session and quite a lot of roaming hands too, but other than that, totally innocent.

It did remind me of my previous decided goal from over the summer, though... I was going to have to figure out how to get that one in the bag somehow...

[James Potter]

Truth or Dare?

After that night, my attention was pulled away from the world of girls, and onto the pitch as we prepared for out first game of the year - Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. We weren't overly worried, but we were still training like crazy just to raise the bar a little further. It was an easy match and an easy win, just like we expected, the only real competition on the team coming from that Noah kid, but even then, he was one strong player, and we were one strong team. We thrashed them.

Like every Quidditch win, this match was followed by a celebratory party in the common room, complete with alcohol, snacks, and loud music. We always risked McGonagal coming up and trying to quieten us down, but I think she'd long since learnt that it just didn't work that way.

I'd already discovered that girls and alcohol were a match made in heaven, but I wondered if that still applied in school too. Sure before the summer it had worked, but would it now? Well, add that to a game of truth or dare, and apparently so.

Emily Prescott... the muggle born blond bombshell in my year... also room mates with Lily which... proved to be a bit of a downside, but that's not the point. I managed to sneak in a kiss with her and a bit of flirting courtesy of that game, and it seemed like it was just in time too. It was only a couple of weeks later that news got out she's started dating a guy in Hufflepuff, and from what I can tell, they're still together even now. Me? I was just the same as ever after that.

I probably needed to start being careful about who I was kissing and where, because if news got back to Lily it would just make her dislike me even more than what she already did, but that didn't take very much. Hindsight is an incredible thing...

[James Potter]

Running in the Opposite Direction Very Fast...

October brought assignments. And assignments meant the library. And the library meant I was usually bored out of my mind and surrounded by silent, working people.

One evening, after getting completely stumped on the essay I was doing, I decided to take a short break by wandering around the stacks for a bit, just for something to do. I'd had a lot on my mind, and I think that my hormones were really starting to kick in. After all of the kiss-fests that had been going on, that idea of doing more was really stuck in my mind. I literally couldn't get the idea of it away, and crazy images kept popping into my head all the time, which wasn't a good thing, especially not when in a room full of people, if you know what I'm referring to...

This time in the library, I really needed to try and chill off a bit, because I couldn't return to the table I'd been at like this. Stupid thing was, this particular time had been triggered by one girl leaning over her desk and her shirt dropping low enough to give a clear view down. Seriously, that was all it took it trigger it. Pathetic, or what?

I'd stood, eye closed and taking several deep breaths, trying to think up anything that would be a buzzkill in my mind, but it wasn't working. A voice had appeared from not far away, and luckily we were far enough back into the library that no one would be able to hear what she said. 'I smell sex all over you.'

As if that wasn't creepy enough! She was really bold and just came up to me, reaching out a hand and grabbing me....you know... She was an older girl in Ravenclaw who always seemed stupidly uptight and straight laced, so to see her doing what she was doing was... more than a little weird. But, at fifteen and with a right rager on, what was I supposed to do?

It... helped, I though at first, until she started talking about all these plans and these things that she wanted to do. I know that my plan for the year was to hit last base, but this girl was honestly managing to terrify me with just her words, so I wouldn't be doing anything with her, not matter whether she was offering or not. I was a little freaked by her.

I saw her loads in passing in the corridors after then and she always seemed to have that same creepy smile on her face. I found my buzzkill anyway... worked like a treat every time...

[James Potter]

All Hallows Spike

A lot happened on Halloween that year. And when I say a lot, I mean a LOT. And I don't even consider that to be over exaggerating. There really was just that much going on, so... I'm going to split this down into two parts.

Firstly, let me just explain, after what happened in the library I was more concerned about trying to keep out of sight of that girl than I was anything else, but by time Halloween came around, I was looking forward to the night and what it would bring.

Things didn't exactly turn out the way that anyone had expected. First of all, the punch got spiked. Someone slipped a potion into it that made everyone attracted to the same person - Katherine Dupree, Muggle Studies Professor. Yep, practically the whole school ended up drooling over her that night, at least to start with. I think as soon as the punch got spiked someone had unknowingly dished it out and handed cups around to people in the hall, just because the crowds around that back table had been crazy. But handing that punch out really hadn't been a good idea.

There's an unmissable feeling in love potions that makes you react in the way that you'd least expect. The worst part is, you have no control at all over what it is that you're doing. I only managed a few sips of the potions before so many thoughts of Professor Dupree entered my head it was insane. She was literally the only person that I could think of, and my mind was telling me that no one could ever compare to her, not even Lily. I had no control, and was among the rest of the spiked crowd vying for a glimpse of her in that sexy Halloween costume that she had on.

Well... let's just say I was extremely glad when that particular spell was broken, though I don't think I could ever look at that woman in the same way again. I'm actually not surprised that she handed in her resignation that summer... Sort of sucks, since the new Professor in there is a complete cow. Any way, that was only the start of the drama that night of the ball. There was more that went on than just that...

[James Potter]

Twice Spiked the Charm

Someone really had been busy on Halloween. Just when I thought I was safe from the spiked drink I'd just had, lo and behold, I was spiked. Again! How the heck I managed to get spiked twice in one night I'll never know.

I say that, it ended up being a very, very good thing.

The next punch I picked up had also been spiked with love potion, but this one was slightly different to the last. This one wasn't aimed at any one person in particular, it just left you feeling insanely lustful for the first person you laid eyes on after drinking it. For me, that person just so happened to be Olivia Knightly, a fifth year Hufflepuff. I knew her well enough, I think it's safe to say we were friends, we flirted, and we'd partied together once or twice. She was, and still is, a girl who loves to have a good time.

As soon as I drank that potion I was straight over to her, dragging her off to dance. Just like before, I had no control over what I was doing, and I was grabbing her in a kiss before I knew what was happening. I think that the potion managed to transfer that way, somehow, and I ended up tugging her with me towards the entrance hall and away from the ball. The potion elicited lustful feelings like nothing I'd known before, and I swear I would have ripped her clothes off of her right then and there if it wasn't for the fact that someone, probably Dumbledore, had twigged onto what was happening and magicked the hold of the potion over.

That just left the two of us standing there, short of breath and a little confused in the entrance hall, and I was rather horny to boot, too. Well, it seemed like I wasn't the only one still feeling the effects of that potion even though it had worn off, and let's just say... her dorm was closest.

I'd wondered many times what things would be like that first time, but I guess what you think is ever the same as the reality no matter what the situation. But in this case, the reality was better - it was real and happening to me. It was just a fun thing to do, not some serious and over emotional thing, which I think was a good thing. It was great, and no strings.

And I'd achieved my goal too, a whole lot sooner than I'd expected to. It was easier that I thought it would be too. Let's just say I was a happy chappy after that night.

[James Potter]

COLORS IN THE SKY

I'd heard of bonfire night before, but it's a muggle celebration, not a wizarding one. They have bonfires and fireworks and thing to mark the occasion, but most of the time the wizarding world will just roll their eyes and walk away. The thing is though, even us wizarding lot were fascinated by the sight of fireworks when we were kids. I used to beg my parents to take me to see some fireworks. I used to love them just because they were so loud and chaotic... A bit like how I turned out to be, huh?

Well, this year, someone was organizing a party down at Hogsmeade to celebrate the occasion. They'd found a way to get some muggle fireworks, they were building a bonfire, and they basically just wanted to enjoy the brightness and colors of the night... hence the tubs of colored powder that was taken along.

I have no idea why, but someone decided that the aim of the night was... sort of like a giant game of tag. I don't know how else to explain it. Everyone had their set color of the powder and the goal was to try and get your color on other people. It was just like one big messy childrens game that wasn't being played by children. It was fantastic fun.

After a couple of hours, everyone had ran out of powder and energy, and we all ended up sprawled around the bonfire, drinks in hand, waiting for someone to set the fireworks off. We must have looked a right sight all covered in multicolored dust from head to toe, but no one cared in that moment.

There was a girl sitting next to me and I couldn't help but flirt. I had no idea what she looked out color-free, but she looked hot covered in all the colors though. After watching a couple of the fireworks go up we stopped paying attention to them, and ended up paying attention to each other. I think it would be fair to say that we ended up even more colorful after that make out session than what we'd been before. I managed to do my favorite trick though - I forgot to ask for her name.

[James Potter]

Wax Work Girl

I met a girl obsessed with candles. I don't think I even need to expand on that. All I'll tell you, is that she had a serious candle obsession. Seriously, she had candles in ever size, shape, color, make, scent... you name it, she had it. Her collection made it in to the thousands, which, I guess sounds a lot but when she used to buy little tea light candles by the hundred, kinda narrowed it down a bit. But it was still a lot.

I met her, Ria, in Hogsmeade. She has a little place on the outskirts where she goes to stay sometimes when she's had enough of being at home with her parents. It used to belong to her grandmother before she passed away, and now Ria uses it. It lets her be close enough to see the castle to feel like she's a part of things. Actually, she's a squib, and she's still slightly bitter about it.

When I met Ria, she had a bag of candles in her hand that she'd just bought from the village, and she was on her way back to her place with them. I was intrigued and decided to strike up a conversation with her, which looking back, I can't decide whether that was a good idea or not.

She was strange, I'll give her that - sort of lost in her own little world, as if she was never entirely grounded in this one. Some of the ideas she came out with were fascinating, but some were just plain strange. She was also very forward. She didn't sugar coat things, just told them as they were. If she wanted something, she'd say that she wanted it. There was no messing around for that girl.

I'd walked with her back to her place and she'd invited me in, telling me the story of the place as she went, setting the candles out, each in their own special place, like she'd previously decided where they would go. There was no hesitations. 'Have you ever waxed?' What sort of a question is that? When she said it I immediately thought of the hair removal type of waxing and said no. Turns out that wasn't the sort of waxing she meant.

What followed was a rather strange experience, and one that I still remember quite clearly in my mind. Melted wax stings like a B*tch when it comes into contact with skin, yet the after affect of it isn't so bad. She used several multicolored candles that day and asked me to be her canvas to work on. She created a number of swirls and patterns in the wax colors, the hot liquid burning my skin and reddening it, yet hardening too fast to cause any damage. It was a strange sensation, yet it was somehow very erotic...

I still can't decide one way or the other about that day, though I still don't mind experiencing new things every now and again. Besides, I got a rather nice kiss from her afterwards - let me say, a kiss from someone who's head isn't in this world can be rather an experience in itself.

[James Potter]

Christmas Party Time

Christmas of fifth year was one of the best. My parents agreed that we could spend a Maraudering Christmas together at my place, which opened up a lot of doors for opportunities.

One of such opportunities came when my parents had to vanish off for a couple of days to go to some event or other, and for once I wasn't expected to go with them because the guys were there. So, we made the most of a long weekend alone and took a little trip.

The woman at the office for international transportation looked a little dubious at the sight of us, but that didn't stop her from setting up a portkey for us, and off to Spain we went. You see, I've been to Spain many times over the years, and from a young age I made a few friends over there who keep in touch, and so when it comes to holidays and such, they usually let me know if they're having a party or get together of some kind. It just so happened that it feel nicely into when my parents were away that year.

As you probably expect from me, I didn't sit around and do nothing that weekend. We managed to get into a club on the Friday night - now I don't know if you know anything about Spanish nightlife, but it's pretty incredible. There were some really hot girls there, and, being the Marauders that we are, we headed straight for them.

There was one girl, Anita, a really strong willed girl with a whole lot of personality, a real party girl with a bit of a B*tch attitude, but still super hot and flirty, and despite the constant comments, I still managed to steal a dance from her. She was something of a hard-to-get girl that night, and a dance was all I got that night.

Lucky for me, she was also at the party on the Saturday, and I managed to get a tad luckier that night. She might play hard to get but she was still a girl who liked to have a good time, so... yeah, you can guess it.

I have to say, those Spanish girls are something else entirely!

[James Potter]

Traditions, Of Sorts

Just because I didn't have to go to the Christmas event that my parents went to, didn't mean that we got out of going to the New Year celebration, and to be honest, I didn't want to.

Our weekend in Spain had been awesome, and we didn't get caught for doing it, but I really wanted to go to the New Year party. It wasn't anywhere near as formal as the other one, and was just what one of the pureblood families had arranged at their home, because they have a large, ballroom sized room they like to use. It was also a party that didn't involve strict invites, so all of us could go. Providing we didn't cause trouble, but honestly, trouble is another name for the Marauders when you think about it.

Okay so... we spiked some drinks and moved some things around, but most of all we just enjoyed the party and had a good time. There were quite a few people of similar ages around, so it wasn't like we were the youngest there.

As midnight neared, someone starting shouting to get paired up. Now, a lot of couples there immediately ran to each others sides, but the majority of us 'younger ones' didn't come with a partner. So, it was open season.

I spotted a girl that I knew - that I'd know for rather a long time. She always acted so proper when she needed to, but I knew that there was a rebellious streak underneath that exterior. Her name is Samantha, but when she can, she prefers to just be known as Sam. Sam's only a few weeks younger than me, but she goes to Beauxbatons instead, so I don't see too much of her. What I did know, was that she'd grown up extremely well, and she was definitely no longer the gangly limbed girl I used to know.

Everyone needs a New Years kiss, even if it doesn't mean anything. It's the fact that it's New Year, and kissing is a tradition. I could conclude, after that night, Sam had grown into quite the kisser... little Minx.

[James Potter]

What Happens In Vegas...

Yes. Yes, it is. That is, I'm ashamed to say, a picture of Sirius Black. My good friend and fellow Marauder, Sirius Black.

Now I think I know what you're thinking but I can assure you, it's not like that at all. You see...well, I don't even remember what happened really, but what I do know is that there is photographic evidence.

The two of us had decided to go out, and I don't know what we did but somehow we decided that going out of Hogsmeade would be a good idea. I think we ended up somewhere in London, in a strip club or something. Now, I can't remember ever being drunk enough to go out and do something like that and have no memories of it at all, so part of me thinks that we may have got spiked or drugged or something...

Anyway, we woke up the next morning in a rather strange way - in out own beds! Stuffed animals... from somewhere...and rather strange outfits. Sirius woke with a new tattoo and a pink tutu, and I woke up in a stupidly tight pair of pink spandex. In the battle to get them off, photos fell out of some secret pocket inside of them, though how they fit in there I have no idea. Anyway, on said photos was the evidence of exactly what had gone on, and yes it involved a couple of strippers and some kissed. One of those kisses, just happened to be between me and Sirius.

Gross or what? Him being him, decided that it would be fun to tack them up on the wall in our dormitory. What he doesn't know, however, is that I charmed them so that he's the only one who sees them. Anyone else looking at it will see a perfectly innocent photo taken over Christmas while we were in Spain of the four of us.

And...er... well... those photos are ones I don't really want to remember, the one with Sirius at least, so I think I've said quite enough about that. What I haven't yet mentioned, is the stripper I got to kiss in one of those photos...

[James Potter]

Working The Pole

There were only a few photos in the pocket of the pink spandex, and one of them showed this girl kissing me. It was about the same time as another stripper was kissing on the other side of the couch. It was quite the photo, but at least we weren't kissing each other on that one.

Now, I thought that was it for photos, but I was wrong. Later that day I found some others lying around that had been dropped, so it probably meant that Sirius had brought them back. The showed the two strippers in action. Meow! Hot stuff indeed!

They were damn good at their job, that much was obvious, so I certainly had no qualms about putting those particular photos up on the wall, even if they didn't feature either of us in, they were still hot to look at.

Now, those photos had something scrawled onto the backs of them, but the writing was really hard to read. From what I could make out, the hot girl I'd kissed seemed to be called Meme, or something like that. I could be wrong, but that's how it looked on the back at least. Her name wasn't really important, I didn't even know what club we'd been at never mind anything else.

I gotta say, I had the hangover from hell that morning... It was a right humdinger of a stinger.

[James Potter]

Happy Anniversary

By the time Valentine's Day rolled around again I was all geared up to see the occasion go by in exactly the same way as what it had the last several times. Things, however, have a habit of turning out in ways you least expect them to.

The school had organized a Valentine's Day ball in the great hall, so we had the Hogsmeade weekend the weekend before. My goal had been to either find someone who'd agree to a snog whilst in Hogsmeade and then someone else to ask to the ball with me, or just find someone in Hogsmeade who would agree to go to the ball with me. I'd been hoping more for the first one.

Somehow that weekend, I found myself standing outside of Madam Puddifoot's with a rumbling stomach, and decided that it would be a good time for a coffee and a extra large double chocolate muffin. That sounded just about perfect. It was then that I noticed a girl sitting in the far corner and clearly upset. Ordering two coffees and muffins, I headed over to see her. I knew her to some extent. That is, to say, I knew her name, but we'd never spoken before.

As it turns out, her boyfriend was a complete jerk to her and had ditched her that morning, claiming that he liked someone else and wanted to spend Valentine's with that girl instead. What a prick! Some of the things he'd said to her were terrible. Needless to say, I pushed thoughts of the ball and snogs aside and settled into the role of being a friend and a shoulder for her, even though I hardly knew her.

Over the following week we spent a lot of time together, just as friends. She was still upset at what had happened, and I often ended up soaked in tears, but I didn't mind that. Soon enough though, it was the night of the ball and as much as I wanted to go, I'd spent enough time with Rachel that I wasn't going to just ditch her and leave her on her own for the night. So, I invited her to come with me, and tried to play it off so that she could shove a middle finger up at her ex, and that brought a smile to her face and made her agree to it.

That night was intended to be just friends, but it was hard to keep it that way. I knew, even though she didn't intend it, she was trying to make her ex think that she didn't care, but I didn't mind just going along with it. We didn't stay at the ball all night, instead heading back up to the common room. Now, I'll admit she came up to my dorm and cuddled up in bed with me, but beyond two brief kisses down in the hall that night, nothing happened except talking and hugging.

A couple of days later she said that she didn't want to keep 'playing the same game' and said something about how she felt a bit like she was using me, not that I minded, but she didn't want to be that girl, so, with a final hug, she left, returning to the comfort of her girls, and that was the end of that.

[James Potter]

Birthday Games

In fifth year, my birthday fell on the same day as the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw quidditch match, and, after a long game, ended with Gryffindor winning just ten points in the lead. That day, I'd been hoping that the match would only take and hour of two, then we could get ready and sneak out of school on the night to party, but no such luck. Believe it or not, it was actually dark by the time finished, and after about seven hours on the pitch, I was knackered.

The Ravenclaw seeker had caught the snitch that game, but just because the scores had been over one hundred points apart, didn't mean that the Ravenclaw's were giving up hope. They closed the gap several times and we managed to build it back up again. I think I spend most of the game against Gwenog Jones - she's a damn fine player, though you'd never expect if off the pitch.

After the game, it didn't take long for the crowds that were left to disperse, and it was just the teams and a couple of stragglers left on the pitch. I found myself face to face with the girl in question, and we started talking. It had been a really close game, and the competition had been double between the two of us, so I thought it would be fair to congratulate her on a game well played, just to make sure there was no bad air there.

Well, Gwenog is a party girl through and through, no doubt about it, and she always finds a way to keep herself happy and cheery. Compared to usual though, she had a little less energy than I was used to seeing in her, but she wasn't the only one after that match. Seems like she knew it was my birthday that day, because she managed to muster the energy to drag me off to the changing rooms for a snog. In her defense, she said that she knew me well enough to know that I would've wanted to go out that night, but it wasn't really possible after that match, therefore she was making up what I'd lost out on. She then admitted she just wanted to add my name to her growing list of snogs.

It seems Miss Gwen is quite the little kiss about herself, and believe me, it shows!