“Are You Crying? Who Made You Cry? I’ll Murder Them.”
Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Requested? Yes
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Sirius frowned indignantly wandering the corridors, as he had been for the last hour, in search of his girlfriend. Classes had ended for the day a while ago, so it’s not like she was missing anything important, but she had promised Sirius she’d hang out with him, and, after his terrible night at the shack, Sirius had every intention of taking her up on that offer. Remus had knocked him in the side of the face so hard he felt his teeth vibrate, but he would never think to blame the boy for his actions when he was, for lack of a better term, under the influence. But sometimes he just wanted to rant to (Y/n) about how badly the bruise on his chin hurt, or how terrible the institution was; or even just talk about homework. He was honestly willing to do anything at this point just to see her. But, alas, he hadn’t seen the girl all day.
It wasn’t unlike her to disappear randomly, her unknown location usually being the library or her dorm, but Sirius had already checked the library, and even went as far as to call upon Lily Evans to see if she was hiding away in the girls dormitory. Where in Merlin’s name could that girl have gotten off too?
He wasn’t exactly worried. As previously mentioned, this was a fairly normal occurrence, but she always told someone where she was headed off too. And, this time, all of her friends seemed just as clueless as Sirius was.
He was about to head back to the common room, intent on wallowing in his own self-pity until her magical reappearance, when he heard quiet sniffling coming from the next corridor. He was already halfway there. Sirius would look like a git if he turned around now, and anyone saw him, so the dark-haired Gryffindor followed the noise. And he was glad he did…
“(Y/n)!” And there she was, tucked away on a windowsill with her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes rimmed red from crying for, Sirius didn’t know, how long. “Darling… what happened? Are you crying?” He perched carefully on the sill beside her, his hand hovering over her shoulder, searching her body with his eyes for any injuries he could bump unknowingly by going straight in for a hug (this particular scenario had happened all too often in the reverse after one of the rougher full moons), though (Y/n) must have been fine physically, as she wasted no time jumping into his arms. Sirius’s grip tightened immediately, his mind slowly connecting the dots that, if she wasn’t hurt physically…
“Who made you cry? I’ll murder them.” Sirius was…well, serious in his threat. If someone had so much as laid a finger on the love of his life, there’d be he*l to pay. (Y/n), however, didn’t seem too keen on the idea and shook her head.
“I-I’m fine, Si-Sirius…” She stuttered through quick breaths, as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. Sirius hated seeing her this way, so disheveled and distressed. It was heartbreaking for the boy, who wanted nothing more than to see her giddy smile every second of every day.
“No, you’re not.” He commented back, leaving no room for argument as he let go momentarily to stand up. “C’mon, love. Let’s go to the kitchens to get you some of that weird cinnamon hot chocolate you like and we can try and talk through what happened… alright?” He held his hand out for her with a comforting smile that (Y/n) practically melted into. He always knew just how to make her feel better.
“Alright…” she mumbled, gripping his hand tight as he began tugging her down the hallway in the direction of the kitchens. It was only then that the sniffling girl seemed to notice the state of her boyfriends’ face.
“Where did that bruise come from?” But Sirius simply shook his head with a smirk.
“Ah, a story for another time, darling. I’m afraid there’s two cups of hot chocolate calling our names. Now, I don’t know about you but that’s an appointment I’m not willing to miss.”
Hi! I saw where you did telling the lightning era that you smell them in amortentia (but, you don’t realize it’s them) and I was wondering if you could do the same with the Marauders era? So sorry if you’ve already done this!
James
James is cocky and his first thought is to tease you about it that it’s him
But then he turns to you and you’re trying to figure out who it is and he stops because he realises the impact it will have in your relationship
But he knows he smells you in his as well and after a minute of unashamedly admiring you he leans over and tells you what he smells in his
And he is looking at you and waiting for you to realise and as soon as you do he winks at you and then comments on the fact that you both smell the other
Sirius
Sirius honestly probably doesn’t realise it’s him you smell straight away
It’s only until he realises he smells you that he gets upset that you don’t smell him until he realises
And it’s been a few days but he can’t just do nothing about this realisation
And then he goes to find you to tell his great news
Remus
Remus is just like so shocked that you are smelling him and he suddenly goes really quite and unsure and just so lost in his thoughts
And you’re asking him what is wrong because you notice the change and he doesn’t really want to put you on the spot so he tells you it’s nothing
But you keep annoying him but he doesn’t want to put you on the spot like that so he just says he’ll tell you later
But you keep bugging him and he just can’t say no to you and he ends up blurting it out but then immediately apologising because he feels bad
Lily
I honestly feel like it wouldn’t even cross Lily’s mind that it could potentially be her you’re smelling
And maybe you’re a little slow and can’t figure out who it is either
And of course you keep bringing it up because you obviously want to know who you’re smelling
And eventually it just clicks for Lily and she honestly doesn’t know what to do because she never expected it, but eventually she probably tells you
Regulus
I’m honestly here for the hc than Regulus is really good at hiding his emotions
But as soon as you start telling him what you smell he can’t help but smile and you kinda look at him weird because you don’t know why he is smiling like that
And you ask him about it and he suddenly gets really embarrassed and flustered and he says it’s nothing and goes back to his usual stoic demeanour
But you keep pushing him because it’s not everyday Regulus Black smiles like that, but he isn’t giving in so you eventually leave it because you don’t want to push his boundaries
But this all depends on who you are and how you know him and all of that will determine whether or not he tells you
Request: “I love how you write smut lol could you do a James Potter x reader smut, where they're drunk at a party and do it in a bathroom?”
AND
“hello :) could you write a James x reader where they are wasted at a party and they kiss and maybe fuck, and then the next day he is really content and confused, because he thought he was in love w Lily? and the guys talk to him and he's sorting out his feelings? you can decide the ending, sorry if it's too long♡”
Note: I decided to combine two separate requests because they were so similar! I hope you guys don’t mind. Also, I think I’m going to keep the Jane character as a roommate - it’s easiest. Furthermore, I’ll try not to use the s’s and m’s TOO much but they’re both something I will always use while writing with the British language. As always, feedback is appreciated! All my love <33
Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, the boys being prats, etc.
Word Count: 6.2K
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“Ow! Why are you pulling so hard?” Reaching back, you were quick to wrap your fingers around Jane’s wrist to try and get her to stop.
“S’not my fault you have so many knots in your hair.” She retorted, shaking off your grip on her wrist and continuing her torment on the tangles in your tresses.
“Doesn’t mean you need to tug so hard.” You mewled, pulling up your arms so that you could cross them over your chest.
The two of you were prepping for the raging party that was pulsating down below you. Although you both were upstairs, the thrum of the bass reverberated through the floor, and you couldn’t stop the shaking of your legs that came with it.
“What are we doing today?” The girl inquired, peering up at your shared reflection in the mirror in front of you.
“Plaits, please. Just at the top!” You answered, shifting your legs under your body so that you could give yourself some leverage.
Sitting as still as you possibly could, you straightened your spine and maintained your gaze on your features. Although you had no prior intentions of gaining anyone’s attention, it wasn’t news that you would.
A crimson blouse was pulled taught against your torso, pulled down to reveal a taunting amount of cleavage. Sitting comfortably on your hips was a black mini-skirt, of which you packed for moments such as these.
With the help of your friend, you had managed to take advantage of your hair type and pulled the very best out of it. “Almost done?” The question slipped from your lips as a particularly harsh tug pulled your head back aggressively.
“Yeah, ‘m sorry. Don’t wanna hurt you but they need to be tight.” She crooned quietly, finally tying the last one off with a small rubber band of which she found on your bureau.
You found it difficult to soothe your palpitating heart, and you pressed a steady palm to your sternum as you sucked in a deep breath. “S’alright if I just leg it, yeah? S’not like they’re expecting me.” You tried, eyes softening into a look of disdain.
A short bark of laughter was quick to follow your statement. “Why would ya wanna do that?”
“James is gonna be there. With Sirius.” You turned your head to finally look at the girl instead of her reflection.
“He’s just a knob head, no need to get all worried. S’gonna be alright.” Jane attempted to soothe your woes, her small hand coming up to pat your head endearingly.
“‘Sides, you look really fit! If he finally decides to get his head of Lily’s arse for more than 5 seconds, he’ll notice you! And then fall in love! It’ll be so romantic!” The brunette tried.
You sent her scowl and adjusted the placement of the skirt on your hips. “Alright then. I guess we can go.” You mewled quietly, letting your fingers curl around the cool brass of your room’s door handle and pulling it open.
As you stepped out of the bedroom, the dank, musty air of the Gryffindor common room quickly engulfed your senses, dulling your line of vision almost completely. You pulled an arm to cough into your elbow before turning to the girl beside you.
“This is bloody ridiculous. Can’t believe I was actually convinced to be brought in here.” You went to go turn on your heel, but two steady hands against your forearms stopped you.
“Godric knows ‘m not gonna let you turn around. You better walk down those fucking steps and go party with the rest of the house. S’not gonna be the end of the world if you have a few drinks and have some fun, yeah?” Jane rose both eyebrows in question to what you were going to say next, but you pursed your lips in contempt and didn’t respond.
It took a few seconds, but you found your feet moving on their own account, slowly descending the marble steps and into the knee-up, of which you had been forced into attendance.
The room was full of boisterous laughter, plastered Gryffindors, the passing around of Fire Whiskey, and the occasional puff of smoke that billowed up and into the air.
“I don’t know, Janie, s’not really my scene. ‘M not comfortable with all this..” You murmured in discontent, crossing your arms over your torso in a weak attempt to become invisible in the crowd.
“You’re never gonna learn how to have fun! You’re surrounded by wizards here, love. Remember that if anything happens, someone is going to know what to do. We may not be Ravenclaws, but we’re not daft.”
Although you didn’t trust many of your house members, you couldn’t stop the shrug that tugged at your shoulders. “If you say so. One drink shouldn’t hurt.”
Willing yourself forward, you found a stack of cups on the far side of the room. “You’re coming, right? ‘M not gonna start drinking by myself. What if someone wants to spike the drinks or something?”
Jane didn’t respond at first but instead let a small sigh slip from her lips. “Yeah, ‘m coming.”
Grasping the cool bottle of liquor, you sucked in a deep breath before pouring a hefty amount into the cup that you held in your other hand.
“Woah there, tiger. No need to start off that rough.” Jane guffawed, pulling the bottle from your hands and passing it off to another grateful recipient.
“Why not? S’not like it’s gonna be all that bad.” You grumbled, upset that you had failed in receiving your desired amount.
Jane pulled her arms up to cross over her chest as she let a smirk dance on her lips. “Are you sure about that?”
You frowned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Just drink.”
Skeptical, you raised the plastic cup to your parted lips and let the amber liquid burn a path down your throat.
It took a few seconds, but the pain that it brought was quick to follow. You coughed violently to dispel said pain, your hand thumping at your chest.
“Fuck!” The whine fell from your lips as you screwed your eyes shut to register what the fuck had just happened to you.
“Alright there, love?” Your eyes fluttered open in confusion, as the voice did not belong to your roommate. Wait, where did she go?
Frowning, you slowly turned to meet the owner of the voice.
“Sirius.” Your grip on the cup tightened significantly, and you had to remind yourself that there was, indeed, still liquor in there. If you broke it, who knows where it would go.
“That’s my name.” The smirk that he wore pulled a scowl onto your lips.
“Do you need something or did you come over here just to be a prick?” You quipped, e/c finally flitting up to meet his grey ones.
The mere sight of the boy in front of you was enough to ignite an angry fire that danced behind your irises and burned your blood to a boil.
“Prick?” The brunette feigned a gasp, his large hand pressing a hand against his chest in a look of mock distress. “That’s not a very nice way of speaking to your elders, darling y/n.”
“Don’t call me darling.” The snarl that rumbled from the base of your throat surprised even you. “And you’re not my elder.” Despite the pain that it brought, you took another tentative sip from the cup that you held.
“Four months says otherwise.” It was as though the smirk was permanent.
What you would do to get rid of it.
“Four months is rubbish. Doesn’t mean anything at all.” You retorted, finding it difficult to come up with any other witty response.
Sirius didn’t respond to your comment, but instead momentarily turned to his attention to a passerby with cigarettes in his clutch.
“Care for a fag, love? Or does mummy not approve?” The Gryffindor’s taunting turned the dull murmuring to get the hell out of here up to a dull roar.
You watched as the boy lit it before sliding it between his lips and inhaling deep. The state of relaxation over his features was momentary before it morphed once again into that arrogant smile.
You wanted to refuse, as it probably wasn’t the best idea to both smoke and drink, but you didn’t want to succumb to the chaffing that came with the denial. You decided to ignore the question altogether and brought a previous inquiry back to the surface. “What do you need, Sirius?”
There were a few beats of silence as the boy in front of you attempted to formulate a response. In all true honesty, he just wanted to boil your blood. He got off on the mere thought of annoying you.
“You seemed to be in trouble. Thus, I, your valiant knight decided to step in and help you out a bit.” The brunette simpered, hands shoved deep into the depths of his pockets.
With a slight roll of your eyes, you swallowed another sip of the amber liquid. You ignored the discomfort that it brought and shifted your weight to the other leg. “My hero.” You retorted, lips turning up into a forced smile. “Did you need somethin’ else or can I go?”
There was no way Sirius was going to allow you to get off that easy. “Not quite, love. Just a quick question for you, yeah?”
When you went to go take another sip from the cup, you found that you had reached the bottom. Too bad there was nothing left to soothe the fire that Sirius ignited in you.
“What could you possibly want to know?” You raised a suspicious eyebrow, settling your hands on your hips in a look of disdain.
“Have you met my friend James?” In mere seconds, Sirius had managed to wind his fingers around his best friend’s wrist and pull him close to his side.
A crimson red burned bright on the apples of your cheeks, and in seconds, every lewd thought you ever had about James came rushing in. You would be surprised if he couldn’t read your dazed expression as if he were looking at the cover of a picture book.
You blinked as if that would help dispel the fog that had taken over your mental abilities. “Yeah. James... We’ve uh...met before.” Your sudden incapability to formulate simple words made your mouth go dry.
James wore the same cocky sneer as his best friend. “You sure about that? ‘M very good when it comes to remembering people and you don’t... no. You don’t look like someone I know.” He cocked his head to the side, his expression taunting your pounding heart.
What a fucking prick. You had only aided in lying to a multitude of teachers when it came to those pranks of theirs. But you guessed that was nothing.
You pushed back the sudden urge to release the grow that rumbled at the base of your throat. Despite the sudden anger you felt towards the boy, you couldn’t halt the thrumming of your heart against your rib cage. It thundered behind your eardrums, the sound practically drowning out all other noise for a few moments.
When you didn’t respond, Sirius took the opportunity to add in his own piece of mind. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but I am chuffed to bits. Don’t want it to wear off, now do we? Ta ta.” His hand thumped some affectionate pats onto the smooth muscle of James’ right shoulder as he made his departure.
There was an awkward silence that hung in the air and you swallowed back the lump that had made a home in your throat to ask him, “Why did you lie?”
“Lie about what, darling?” Although his words were directed towards you, his attention was not. His hands were gripping a visibly new bottle of Fire Whiskey, from which he took a large gulp.
Turns out the rushing past your ears was not your heartbeat; it was the rush of liquor through your bloodstream. Well, that was bloody amazing.
If you didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol, it was beginning to make itself known now. However, you still took the opportunity to reach out and grab the bottle from the Gryffindor in front of you.
His eyes widened in a look of surprise. Despite his premature words of stupidity, he did, in fact, know you. He also knew that you were not an avid drinker, and this party was not your scene.
Oh well.
“S’just a joke, y/n, honestly. No need to get your knickers in a twist.” The boy sighed exasperatedly, his large blue irises flitting around the room as if he was anxious about something.
“Right.” His failed attempt to dispel your anger towards him only angered you further.
“Listen, mate-”
“‘M not your mate. Don’t call me that.” You snapped, lips twitching as you held back a snarl.
Glancing up, you swore you could see a flash of pain spark behind James’ irises, but you let the thought roll along. His eyes were seeing, but they were blind to the pain you felt.
“Y/n, I didn’t mean any harm. Honest.” You heard the words that fell from his lips, but you found difficulty in finding the truth behind them. He was a seventeen-year-old prat who found pleasure in teasing others.
“Right.” You pulled the bottle back up to your lips, anxious to drown your woes in the liquor. With no one there to object, you found yourself drinking a large portion of said bottle.
Where did the pain go?
You lost sight of James before you even realized it, but for some odd reason, it didn’t faze you. Nothing did at this point. The bottle had even slipped from your grasp, and whether it had been passed on or broken on impact with the floor, you had no idea.
Oh well.
Meandering across the hardwood floor of the common room, the sea of people seemed to grow denser with each passing second. You found it difficult to find out whether this was true or not.
Only a few minutes passed before it was as though the room had suddenly been put on a central axis and the floors began to ‘shift’ underneath your feet.
You went to go warn others around you, but your tongue was completely dry and a croak was the only thing that left your lips.
Did you even have lips?
Reaching up, you gave them a reassuring pat and closed your eyes to dispel the nausea that had taken over.
You took a simple step forward, and although your eyes were blind to the world around you, you could tell that the floor was coming up faster than you could register.
However, before you could even react, warm hands had grasped your biceps, and you were up on your feet again in no time. “Hey, thanks!” Your hands traveled on their own accord, patting the foreign face in front of you as if you couldn’t just open your eyes and see for yourself.
Your fingers found lips, and you couldn’t help but drag your fingers over the curvature of them. They were incredibly soft to the touch, and your eyes fluttered open to find the owner.
In a normal situation, when you were sober, your heart would have plummeted into the depths of your chest and you would retreat into your room to never see the light of day again. However, in your drunken stupor, you couldn’t stop the flirtatious smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.
“Hi, Jamie.” Giggles bubbled out from your chest, your inebriated smile stretching into a grin.
Where your previous anger with the boy had gone, you had no clue.
Oh well.
“I’m fucking pissed.” James crooned, the grip on your biceps disappearing before they found a new place on the exposed flesh of your hips.
“M-Me too.” You simpered, eyes fluttering closed once again as you leaned forward to fall into his embrace.
The intoxicated boy took a tentative step back to balance himself, his arms winding around your torso to keep you both on your feet.
“Didn’t realize that...” He paused, finding difficulty in finding the right words to describe the feelings that were ransacking his brain. For a boy with an enormous amount of clever wit, he could barely vocalize a sentence. “...That you liked parties.”
“Take a gander, James.” You patted his shoulder from your position in his arms. “Everyone is here. Would be weird if I didn’t show up, yeah?”
Breathing in, James’ scent alone was enough to worsen the intoxicated state that you were in. When you pulled away, your e/c flashed open once again, and this time, they were met with the startling azure blue of James’.
Where had the rest of the people gone? The rest of the Gryffindor house had faded into a dull blur around you, and it was as though the only people in the room were you and James. “Your eyes...” Your finger moved before you could stop it, and it gently pushed down on one of his eyelids. “So... pretty.”
James let out a quiet chuckle, and you could feel the smooth reverberations of his chest underneath the palm of your hand.
“Kiss me.”
It took a second for the cogs in James’ head to start churning (the alcohol made it just a tad bit more difficult), but once they started, he didn’t hesitate.
Surging forward, James captured your lips in his, his right hand cradling the back of your head while the other urged your torso forward to press closer into his.
Your fingers pulled through the locks on the back of his head, making a loose fist around them to prevent him from going anywhere. Your lips moved together in sync, molding against each other like pieces in a puzzle.
“If you’re gonna snog, try and do it somewhere else. Don’t fucking feel like having to explain to everyone why my best mate is shagging someone in the middle of a party. Some of us are still sober.” The voice, and you knew it immediately this time, belonged to Sirius.
James waved his hand dismissively, not even sparing his best friend a glance as he caught your bottom lip between his pearly whites, his gaze never breaking from yours. Desire pooled in your knickers.
A snort sounded to the right of you and was followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. It was briefly confusing to you that you could hear them amid the pounding base that practically shook the floor of the common room, but the thought slipped from your behind before you could dwell on it any longer.
There was a scramble of limbs at you both registered the fact that if you were going to do anything, you would have to find another location. You pulled his hand into yours, pulling him into the nearest room; the common room bog.
Your fingers fumbled with the lock, alcohol still pulsing through your bloodstream as if it was your main life source. Anxious hands pulled at your clothing, your lips clashing against one another until your lips parted in the release of a moan, and James' tongue began to fight for dominance against yours.
“Is shagging really the best decision for us right now?” Your breathy worry fell upon deaf ears as his fingers twisted around the silk material of your ruby shirt in an attempt to pull it off your body.
“‘Course it is.”
You both found it difficult to separate to remove articles of clothing from each other’s torso’s, and with it, desirous mewls slipped from your tongue. “S’alright, sweet girl.” James’ voice was husky against your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “‘M gonna take care of you.” Despite his intoxicated state, he seemed to know what he was doing.
When he captured your lips once again, he thanked Godric Gryffindor himself for blessing him with the fact that the material around your hips was a skirt.
His calloused fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, slipping the material down your legs and throwing it to some unknown location in the bathroom. Once he did so, his hands carefully pushed you up onto the cool marble of the bathroom counter. The chill that came with it didn’t bother you right away.
Your head fell against his collarbone, wanton moans slipping from your lips before you could even try to hamper them. “Don’t have a fucking condom.” James cursed against your lips, lips turning down into a scowl. “S’alright. ‘M on the pill and everything.” You crooned anxiously, your walls fluttering around nothing. “Now hurry up!”
Despite the hurried situation, James took his time in smoothing his thumb over your excited bundle of nerves, gathering your juices, and smearing them over your entrance. “Ready, love?” There was a brief second where you glanced up to see that arrogant smirk that he wore once again.
A scowl was enough to ignite the fire that you too had in your belly, and without warning, he pushed forward, burying his cock in you until his pubic bone pressed up against your clit.
You don’t even remember when he took off his pants.
“Holy fuck.” A plethora of curses fell from his lips in addition to a string of praises, his fingers pressing bruises into the flesh of your hips.
He waited for a few beats, wanting you to adjust to his size (what a gentleman) before he pulled out and snapped his hips back into yours. Releasing a strangled cry, your fingers dug crescent moons into the rippling muscles of his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself from falling.
The brutal pace that the boy set was enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, your head lulling forward to rest upon his collarbone.
The frigid temperature of the countertop was biting deliciously at the back of your thighs, and the heat that radiated from James’ chest provided a stark difference.
His teeth nipped bruises into the delicate flesh of your jugular, his tongue soon chasing the sting of the bite before he sealed it off with a dainty kiss. Big difference to the animalistic pace he set.
The head of his cock pushed against a particularly spongy part in your cunt that you didn’t even know existed and the mere feeling had a scream tearing from your throat. His thumb found a home against the tight muscle over your entrance, and it smoothed tight figure eights into it to bring you closer to the release you were both chasing.
His hands, of which were gripping at your pelvis, tightened significantly, and the feeling was enough to elicit pain, but all you could associate with it was pleasure.
Pure bliss was pulsating throughout your body like a tidal wave, and you could not stop the sensual moans that followed.
Your drunken stupor could not dull the sensuality that you could feel in this moment. Your tight grip on James’ sweaty curls loosened when you heard him hiss - whether in pain or pleasure, you were not aware.
You released a shaky breath, the coil within your belly tightening with each snap of James’ hips.
Where the fuck had he learned to do this?
“You like that, love? You like the way me cock feels in this tight little cunt of yours? Hmm?” Even in a sensual context, his arrogant attitude still peeked through.
Bummer.
It was difficult to hold back the impending orgasm that was foreboding when James told you to hold it. It wasn’t surprising to see that the boy had a dominating persona.
As your arms wound around his neck, and your bodies molded together in a move of desperation; there was no saying where your body ended and his started; it was as though you were one.
The inability to allow the coil in your stomach to finally unravel was enough for tears to prick at your eyes. It was a few seconds when a few of them slipped off the precipice of your eyelids and down your cheeks.
James took notice and a frown tugged at the corner of his lips. “Alright, darling?” His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your jaw as he forced your gaze onto his.
“Lemme come, please.” The slurred articulation that came with your drunken, and desperate, state was enough to turn James’ frown into a small smile.
When he finally allowed you to release the pleasure that had been building up within you this entire time, a mix between a strangled sob and moan was torn from your lips.
You couldn’t stop the twitching of your hips as James pulled your pelvis closer to his, his own release coating your walls like paint on a canvas.
The atmosphere was heated, the window behind you fogged with the condensation that comes with heavy sex. The both of you were heaving, trying to find your breath.
When James made the effort to pull out, his pubic bone brushed up against your bundle of nerves, and you couldn’t help but jump. “Be careful!” You cried out meekly, chasing his embrace when he tried to pull away.
“Alright, alright.” His chuckle was quiet as he pulled towels from underneath the bathroom counter to clean the both of you up.
The blur that came with your intoxicated nature was beginning to fade, and you could finally start to feel all the physical aches that came after sex.
James must have had less to drink because he seemed sober enough to be wiping off the release that had managed to cover the insides of your thighs. “We should do that again sometime.”
He helped you down on shaky legs, steady palms holding your forearms so that you didn’t collapse when you finally stood up.
“‘M knackered.” You ignored his comment, the weight of your eyelids suddenly lulling you into exhaustion.
Where the fuck had that come from?
“Me too, darling, but we can’t exactly sleep in here, now can we?” He raised an eyebrow in question, and you only shook your head in response. He aided you in pulling your knickers up your legs and he adjusted the skirt that he had bunched up around your waist prior to fucking you.
“Was it good?” Your question cut the silence in half.
He soothed your woes with a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “Best I ever had.” You weren’t in any state of mind to question whether he meant that or not.
When he made a move to leave the bathroom, you were quick to grab his wrist and pull him back into your embrace. “Look... I know that this doesn’t mean we’re dating or anything, and if you’re seen leaving the bathroom and then walking me upstairs, it’ll seem that way... but I can’t walk.”
A multitude of different things that James could say was rushing through your head, and they were all negative. When he finally responded, his words took you by surprise. “’Course I can. Just can’t promise that s’gonna be a smooth ride. I’ll get stopped a lot.”
“Sure, yeah. S’fine. Don’t care all that much.” You forced a smile.
Although still intoxicated, James noticed. His palms pressed against your cheeks as he leaned down to gently brush his lips against yours. It took everything in your power not to jump into his arms and fuck him all over again.
“S’gonna be alright.”
Your original plan was to leave before James, have him wait a few minutes, and then come out himself. You thought you were being sly, but as soon as James made his exit, Sirius came gallivanting over.
“Pads!” James practically bellowed, wrapping his arms around his best friend and slapping his back endearingly. Looked like it hurt.
What really hurt was the trembling in your legs. You could barely keep yourself up. “You get some tonight, Prongs?” Was his friend’s response, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
James, and you didn’t expect this, shook his head. “Nah, mate. We just talked.”
The typically arrogant boy was lying to prevent further embarrassment. Where had James gone and who was standing right in front of you?
Sirius, of course, being his best friend, knew otherwise, but he didn’t speak of the matter any further. “Alright then, you two go on.” He sighed exasperatedly, bringing you to roll your eyes.
James enveloped your small hand in his, carefully pulling you alongside him as he weaved through the dense crowd. “Bloody hell, who the fuck invited so many people?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You did.”
“Oh. That’s right.” It took a few minutes, but you both were both finally at the base of the staircase that lead up to the girls' dormitory.
“I guess this is where I say goodbye.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of having to struggle up the stairs to your dormitory.
“Not quite.” With a wand in hand, (of which you had no clue where he got it from), you watched as his lips parted to utter a simple jinx. There was the sound of the wind, but nothing happened, and it only furthered your confusion.
“What did you just do?” You inquired curiously, James’ hand finding yours once again.
“Just a spell.” James squatted down, his arms slipping under the bend of your knees and behind your back so that he could pull you up into his arms.
A small yelp flew from your lips at the feeling, but you otherwise didn’t say anything else. The boy was quick in ascending the steps as if you didn’t weigh anything at all. It was a surprise to you that the stairs didn’t transform into the typical slide, but you connected it with the simple spell he had uttered just moments prior.
When he seemed to get lost upstairs, you pointed to the ebony door at the end of the hallway that was yours. He murmured a couple words of thanks before making his way down the hallway and pushing through said door.
He gently laid you down on the plush mattress of your canopied bed, his hands shoving into his pockets. That’s when you were finally able to take in his appearance for the first time that night.
Sitting snug around his hips were tan pants, a black belt looped through the belt loops. Although it was previously tucked in, his maroon sweater was now hanging limply at his sides and his hair was in wild disarray, curls sticking out in different directions.
“C’mere.” You murmured, motioning for him to come closer.
When he did, you gently combed your fingers through his tangled tresses in an attempt to tame them, and it took a few minutes, but you were able to.
“There, now you can go back to the party.” A small smile danced on your lips.
You watched as his fingers scratched at the stubble that was beginning to form on his chin. “Honestly, I think ‘m just gonna go to bed. ‘M fucking knackered.” His fingers were now rubbing at his eyes.
Your heart ached at the prospect of not being able to pull him into your embrace and hold him there for the rest of the night. “Alright, then. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You couldn’t stop the yawn that followed.
James pursed his lips in a small smile and nodded. “G’night, love. Sleep well.” He wagged his fingers at you before making his departure.
You rolled onto your back, your e/c searching the ceiling for answers you knew it didn’t hold. What were you looking for?
The weight of your eyes was beginning to become too much, and you allowed them to flutter closed. It would probably be best to think about this in the morning... right?
...
When James woke from his slumber the next morning, the pounding in his skull was so immense that it brought a scowl to his lips. “Bloody hell,” He cursed, pushing his palm against his temple to try and get rid of the pain that had found a home there. “Who the fuck let me drink that much?”
Sirius groaned audibly from the other side of the room, his muscled arm thrown over his closed lids to try and block out all light. “I dunno. You?”
“I kissed her.” James ignored his friend’s comment.
“I know you did, you wanker. Do you really like I’m that daft? You shagged her too, didn’t you?”
“...Yeah.”
It was silent for a few seconds before Remus, of all people, let a chortle fall from beside James. “You shagged her? How was it?”
James shrugged, knuckling at his lethargic irises as he sat up from his bed and grabbed the glass of water from the table beside it. “She was great. Amazing, even. But it wasn’t Lily.”
“What does that mean for you?” It was Peter who spoke this time, sitting up in his best with a confused frown.
“You know as much as I do, mate,” James responded, a sigh falling from his lips. “I thought I loved Lily. Last night... I knew it was y/n. I was pissed but I still made the decision to go with her. You know what they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts.” Groaning, he rubbed anxiously at his face.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re overthinking it, Prongs. It was just a good fuck! Nothing more. Besides, it’s drunk words are sober thoughts. Get it right next time, eh?”
The pounding of his heart with the thought of you said otherwise. “I’ve always noticed her. I always... found myself looking for her without knowing it and I guess I finally acted on the feelings I never realized I had.”
Behind closed lids, dreams of what you never had danced in front of his cerulean irises.
“I have to tell her.” Resisting the voice in the back of his mind that screamed at him to stop and go to bed, James flew to his feet, shoving on a random pair of shoes that he found at the base of his bed.
“Woah, Woah, Woah.” Sirius’ eyes swam with worry only a best friend could have. “Are you sure you want to do this, mate? If you go, Lily’s gone. She’s done. You can’t pine after her anymore.” He held his palms up against James’ chest to keep him from moving any further. James couldn’t remember him even getting out of bed.
“’M sure. Now move.” He made a move to go around Sirius, but the boy remained stoic, refusing to move. “Are you even sure that she feels the same way?”
“Well, ‘M gonna go find out.” He was finally able to move around his best friend out the door of their room.
“Let’s hope he doesn’t fuck this up.” Remus voiced from back inside the room.
“You and me both, mate.” Sirius sighed.
...
You were already awake when a curt knock sounded at your door. Jane was still asleep on the bed beside. Granted that she did leave you quite often, you didn’t mind the loud noise. You rose from your bed, slipping on the slippers that rested beside it, and padded across the room to open the door.
When you did, you were met with the boy you had been dreaming about since you first stepped foot into Hogwarts all those years ago. “James.” You breathed, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” You did your best to ignore the dull ache between your legs and the way they shook with the effort it took to stand up straight.
“I needed to do this.” Grasping your face within his palms, James was quick to sear your lips against and hold you close. His hands were tight against the sides of your face as if he was scared to let you go.
Your hands were tentative, but they surely made their way up to meet his stubbled cheeks. You were the first to pull away, lips swollen and chest heaving. “What was that for?”
“I had to.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I need you to know that last night... whatever it was, it wasn’t just some stupid fuck. I want to be with you. I need to be with you. All this time, I thought Lily was the one but she never was. She never will be. It was you. It is you. It will be you. Until the sun rises in the west and falls in the east, only then will I l stop wanting you.”
You tried searching his eyes for the glimmer of a joke to see if this was all to get a rise out of you. For him to plunge his hand inside of your chest and squeeze your heart until it was no more.
You found nothing.
You rose to your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft expanse of his lips. “I have something to tell you too.”
James couldn’t respond, his heart palpitating anxiously in his chest.
But you didn’t respond, and you surged forward once again, pulling his lips onto yours with a fervor you didn’t know was in you. He wound his arms around your torso, pulling you up so that he could spin you around joyously.
You were bursting with giggles, a permanent grin stretched over your lips.
Thank you, Fire Whiskey.
ANOTHER Note: Remember that ‘pissed’ is drunk, not mad!! Hope you guys enjoyed it :)
Marauders Preference - Distracting You From Studying
James: He loved to distract you. He would poke your cheek until you got so annoyed that you grabbed your book and began hitting him with it. You would both be laughing and studying would be put on hold.
Sirius: He would grab random books and place them on top of yours, scaring you. You would move the books but he would place more on top of yours, eventually he would just pick you up and you had no chance of studying.
Remus: He loved studying with you but to distract you, he would read out loud in the most annoying voice and you would tell him to stop but he would continue and you'd just give and place your head on the table and he'd just laugh.
Peter: I'm sorry to anyone (IF anyone) who likes him, but he has almost no chance of ever being in a relationship
"They weren't kidding when they said they'd be loading work on us in preparation for our O.W.L's. I've never had more to do in my entire life," Marlene groaned whilst banging her head on the library table.
The librarian, Madam Pince, gave the group of Gryffindor girls a warning look to which Lily held Marlene back from injuring herself further. "Oh, come on," the ginger sighed, "It's all about time management. We just need to work more efficiently."
Edie had been resting her head on the table on top of her History of Magic essay. Her eyelids had almost completely shut when Marlene's ruckus forced them open again. She begrudgingly pulled herself off the table, "You know, she's right, Lily. Slughorn has got us writing one foot on the many uses of dragon blood, Baggott expects us to fill out our moon charts for the next month by tomorrow, and don't even get me started on Binns. Two feet on the goblin wars! I'm not going to have any parchment left by Halloween, at this rate," Edie ranted. She had never been more overwhelmed with her work, and they were only about a week into the school year.
"Dropping out doesn't sound like such a bad idea," Alice grumbled.
"Neither does a Dreadful. Or a Troll," Mary added, to which Alice, Edie, and Marlene all nodded in agreement.
Lily rolled her eyes at her friends' behavior, although she couldn't help but feel bad for them. "No more of this moping around. What you all need, is a study schedule. We're all making one right now. Pull out a clean roll of parchment," she instructed, sounding too much like Professor McGonagall for Edie's liking. But nevertheless, all four girls followed her and lazily got out a fresh roll and prepared their quills.
"Now make a chart with all seven days of this coming week as the columns and the time by the hour as the rows," Lily spoke while drawing one herself. Her friends did as she instructed. "And lastly you're going to write in each block of time what you'll work on during that hour, and make sure to leave one open for dinner. Also space out some free blocks here and there to give yourself a break."
Lily was completely in her element as she wrote quickly on her schedule. The rest of the girls worked silently as they thought through what they had to do this week. One by one, the Gryffindors finished and set down their quills with a sigh. Edie, Marlene, Alice, and Mary still wore faces of stress, while Lily beamed back at them. "I've been making a schedule for my work for years now, and it's never failed me. Just trust the process and don't deviate from your goals," she chirped.
"No guarantees," Edie grumbled, although Lily pretended she hadn't heard her. The blonde observed her friends' tortured faces as they attempted to get back to work. She tried to add to her essay, but was unable to find anything else to write about the Goblin Wars. Too restless to get back to working, Edie huffed and slammed her quill on the table. "I physically can't do any more work right now. Anyone fancy an early dinner?"
Marlene, Alice, and Mary immediately shot up in unison. "I thought you'd never ask," Marlene sighed blissfully. Lily giggled at her friends, and the five didn't hesitate to pack up their things to exit the library. The corridors and moving staircases were a breath of fresh air after being cooped up in the rather drab room for hours on a Sunday.
"You dare challenge Sir Cadogan? Back, you scurvy braggarts, draw, you knaves!" the tumultuous voice of Sir Cadogan, Edie's least favorite painting in the castle, filled the hallway.
"Oh, shut up, won't you?" the blonde grumbled, while her friends took to ignoring the armor-clad man in his frame.
The Gryffindor girls walked with an extra bounce in their step to the Great Hall, relieved to be taking a break from their work. When they finally approached the last staircase leading down to the entrance, Marlene and Edie shot each other a knowing smirk. Before Lily could warn them, the two blondes hopped onto the railing on either side. They slid down the lengthy staircase, giggling the whole way down before gracefully landing at the bottom. They beamed up at Lily, Alice, and Mary who laughed at their antics. Feeling much better than before, the five girls sauntered into the Great Hall with matching grins.
The smell of roasted chicken and pork pies made Edie's mouth water and stomach grumble. She didn't hesitate to slid into a seat and immediately start piling an obscene amount of food onto her plate. The girls ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, mouths too full to hold a conversation.
Edie was so engulfed in the steaming hot potatoes on her plate, she didn't even notice the group of pranksters a few seats away from the girls.
"What's that?" Remus narrowed his eyes at a smug Sirius Black and James Potter.
Sirius twirled a small, glass vial between his fingers and shrugged, "oh, you know, just some harmless fun" James and Peter giggled knowingly like little school girls.
Remus snatched the potion from his Sirius's hands and examined the liquid inside. It was a pinkish-pearl color, and based on the giddiness of his friends, he had a sneaking suspicion of what was inside. Still glaring at the three boys, he cautiously unscrewed the top and raised the vial to his nose.
An irresistible sensation immediately wafted into his nostrils, and he felt his mind going cloudy. The sensation was one like he'd never experienced before. The smell of roses, chardonnay, frost, cold air and-
Remus's eyes widened and he immediately snapped out of his trance upon the realization of who the scent belonged to. His face reddened and the boys howled in laughter at his reaction. Remus desperately tried to fight past the obvious blush and shot his friends a hard look, "What the hell do you think you're doing with this? Do you have any idea how dangerous amortentia can be? It's one of the strongest potions in the world. If you made it wrong-"
"Well that's the beauty of it, Moony, isn't it? We didn't make it. Slughorn did," James grinned deviously.
Remus groaned and let his head fall against the table, clattering the surrounding plates. He really didn't expect any better out of his friends, and last year it wouldn't have bothered him as much. But this year Dumbledore had entrusted him with being a Prefect in hopes of bettering his friends' behavior. So he couldn't help but feel guilty covering their antics-- especially when there were so many of them.
"Do you realize how much trouble you could get in if you got caught stealing from a teacher?" Remus grumbled at the boys, pulling his head back up from the table.
"Well we were careful, obviously. Used the invisibility cloak and everything. Even if he realizes it's missing, he'll probably just think he misplaced it," Sirius reassured his annoyed friend.
"Yea, and it's essential to Operation Moodie," Peter added with a full mouth of baked chicken.
Remus's eyes widened at this. "No. Absolutely not. You are not using that on Edie. Besides, if you want it to work I'd have to be the one pouring it. I refuse," the lanky boy ranted. His blush was long gone now.
Sirius rolled his eyes at how worked-up his friend was getting, "We're not gonna make her drink it. Just watch. Trust the process," Sirius smirked at a furious Remus Lupin. James snatched the vial back and dumped it in a glass of water and slid it over to Peter. Peter gripped the glass and moved over to where the group of Gryffindor girls were sitting, right next to Edie. Remus's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he had no choice but to watch the scene before him unfold.
Edie was laughing at a joke Mary had said she'd heard from a Hufflepuff boy about Professor Dumbledore's beard when she felt a presence beside her. She glanced to her left at a (seemingly) bashful Peter Pettigrew who tapped the table nervously.
"Well hello, Peter, what brings you over here?" Edie smiled kindly at the awkward boy. She glanced past him to catch sight of the rest of his gang, who appeared to be engaged in conversation.
"I was just wondering if I could join you all. James and Sirius were making fun of my grade on the Goblin War essay, and I felt like moving," the boy mumbled sheepishly, successfully masking the plan under his sleeve.
The five girls shot him a sympathetic look, "Of course," Lily chirped. "I'll give James a talking to later. That's completely uncalled for." The ginger proceeded to glare at the glasses-clad boy a few seats away down the table, who didn't meet her eye.
Mary repeated her joke for Peter to hear, sending the group of Gryffindors into another fit of giggles. Peter laughed along, and brought the glass of water up to his lips. Just as he was about to drink it, he scrunched up his nose in confusion.
"Huh, this definitely isn't water. Smells like someone must have spiked it," Peter hummed with wide eyes full of false confusion.
Edie frowned at this, immediately averting her eyes to his Sirius, James, and Remus, who conveniently turned their watchful eyes. "Let me see that," Edie grumbled and snatched the glass away from Peter. She didn't hesitate to raise the liquid to her nose to see if she could smell what James and Sirius had inevitably put inside. Peter slid back over to his friends just as the blonde began to fall under the trance just as Remus had.
The sensation hit Edie like a truck. It was so sweet, so enchanting. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. She felt her mind go cloudy as she tried to decipher the scents.
"What's it smell like, Edie?" Marlene tried to stifle a giggle upon realizing what it was, based on the love-struck look on Edie's face.
"Hmm," the Rosier girl sighed blissfully. "Smells like melted chocolate, redwood, old books, earl grey tea..." Edie trailed off and both the girls and boys leaned closer in anticipation, with the exception of one scar-covered boy. "Smells like, smells like... smells like Rem-"
The growing volume of giggles and sudden realization of what she was about to say caused Edie to snap out of the trance immediately. Her eyes widened in shock and she felt the heat rapidly creeping up her neck and face. Her girl friends were giggling more than they had all day; even Lily was invested. And the girls didn't even compare to the Peter, James, and Sirius, who had nearly fallen out of their seats in laughter.
Edie's embarrassment quickly transformed into anger as she stomped over to the bumbling baboons with the glass of cursed amortentia water in her hand. She didn't hesitate to dump the full glass of liquid over the heads of Sirius and James, who were clearly the ringleaders in this all. The blonde avoided eye-contact with the boy she knew was sitting on the other side of the table at all costs and stomped back to her original seat.
James and Sirius didn't seem to mind being drenched with water, and decided to take their sweet time before finally settling down. Edie sunk into her seat next to Alice who pat her shoulder reassuringly while trying to stifle a giggle. The blonde shoved a large bite of treacle tart into her mouth to avoid conversation as her girl friends settled down for her sake. Thankfully, Lily brought them back to normal conversation, allowing Edie to recover from the embarrassment; though the incident would most definitely be brought up later. Edie sipped her tea quietly and avoided the urge to sneak a glance at the equally embarrassed boy a few seats down.
Remus unknowingly mimicked Edie's actions, sipping his tea silently and fighting the urge to sneak a glance at her. While he felt bad that Edie had fallen victim to one of his friends' pranks, he was grateful that she didn't know what he had smelled.
Remus didn't know what to think at all. Edie was attracted to him? Well, attraction is merely a physical thing. And there's nothing wrong with finding your friend objectively attractive. Physical attraction is far from emotion. This was what Remus settled on, and at that turned his attention back to whatever his friends were talking about. But he couldn't avoid the odd feeling gripping his chest.
The noise level in the Great Hall was beginning to die down and students were returning to their dorms. Edie did not hesitate to shoot up from her seat when the rest of her friends announced they were ready to go. She lead the group of Gryffindors out of the hall and up the staircases in a brisk walk. She didn't need to turn around to see the four identical smirks behind her.
"Password?" the Fat Lady hummed, not looking up from her nails she was intently examining.
"Wattlebird," Edie grumbled, trying to get inside as quickly as possible.
"Hm, come again? Missed that," the woman in the portrait still wouldn't spare a glance at Edie or her friends.
"Wattlebird, now let us in," the blonde spoke harshly through gritted teeth.
The Fat Lady cocked an eyebrow, "Well there's no need to be rude, now is there?" She still refused to look up at the girls, but swung open anyways. Edie heard a rushed 'thank you' from Lily behind her, but continued her march up the stairs to their dormitory. She hoped the girls would sit by the fireplace like usual, but wasn't surprised to hear them running up the steps behind her excitedly.
Edie had barely made it to her bed and stuffed her face in her pillow when Marlene's squealing filled the room, "Edith Lillian Rosier! Have you finally admitted your love for Remus Lupin?"
The tortured girl let out a grunt as she felt an added weight jumping up and down on her bed. Edie peeped one eye open to see all of her friends had gathered around her bed with expectant grins. She yelped as Marlene sat on her, and forced her to turn around.
"Oh come off it, Marlene! There's nothing to discuss," Edie cried and covered her face with her arms in despair.
All four girls simultaneously scoffed various protests.
"Yeah right!"
"As if!"
"You wish!"
Edie shook her head violently. Alice rolled her eyes at the blonde's stubbornness, "Edie, Amortentia never lies. It reminds you of the things you find most attractive, and all of the things you listed just so happen to belong to Rem-"
Edie uncovered her face with a sigh, "I do NOT like Remus, okay? Not as more than a friend. All we'll ever be is friends. End of story. Goodbye, the end."
This seemed to quiet her friends, but she could tell they still weren't convinced from their half-hearted shrugs and resting smirks. "Whatever you say," Lily hummed. "But when you come to your senses, we'll be here to say we told you so." The girls returned to their respective beds, still stifling giggles.
The incident passed and the girls sat in their beds finishing up the list bit of work they hadn't gotten to earlier. One by one, they finished with a yawn and collected their things to get ready for bed. Edie had never felt more relieved than when she scrawled the last word of her History of Magic essay on the lengthy piece of parchment. With a large weight lifted off her shoulders, she changed into her pajamas and readied herself for bed gleefully. The atmosphere of the dorm was a comfortable silence as the stress from earlier hadn't carried over. Exhausted from the long day, Edie felt herself slipping into sleep before Mary even turned the lights off.
As the blonde began to lose consciousness, the sensation from earlier swirled in her mind. She longed to have another small sniff of the amortentia. Edie had never encountered a more intoxicating fragrance. Each time she tried to relive those five seconds of bliss, a pair of chocolate brown eyes would accompany them, despite Edie's desperate attempts at pushing him out of her mind. The fact she'd smelled Remus merely meant she found him objectively attractive. And there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with finding your friends attractive; Marlene is objectively attractive, and so is Sirius (but only if you really squint), Edie thought. Besides, just because what she smelled just so happened to be similar to Remus doesn't mean that he had smelled Edie too. At this last thought, Edie drifted out of consciousness and into a deep sleep. So deep that she wasn't waken by her mangled cat, Piggy, making himself at home on her pillow at the top of her head. The only noise to be heard in the Gryffindor 5th Year Girls' Dormitory was the purring of Piggy and the soft snores of Lily Evans.
The following morning was a bit of a blur. Edie could already tell by the time she had left breakfast to head for her classes that it would be one of those going-through-the-motions type of days. Her coffee was blander than normal, and she couldn't remember whether or not she had packed a quill in her bag.
Edie mindlessly followed her girl friends at least three paces behind. The high-pitched giggles of lively First and Second Years were but a muffled noise, as if she were underwater. Even the sky was a dull grey, and the sun was hidden from sight. Her legs moved with a mind of their own as Edie felt herself slipping from reality and drifting into the clouded world inside her own mind. She thought of the chapter she had read in her Astronomy book last night about the correlation between birthdays and the position of the moon. And with the moon, she thought of Dumbledore's half-mooned spectacles. A particular thought was itching at the back of her brain, but she ignored it. Instead, she thought of her brother, who was still yet to show his face since arriving. This particular thought dampened her mood even further. Sure, they didn't particularly converse much at school, but a simple "Hello" would be nice, even if it was just-
Edie was abruptly pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of her body crashing into another, and a sharp, menacing voice, "Watch we're you're going!"
The blonde felt as if she'd just woken up as her eyes shot up to meet the cold, obsidian ones of a very displeased Severus Snape. The Slytherin boy walked swiftly past before she could get a word out, making sure to bump her shoulder. With a quick shake of her head, she brought herself back to reality; completely, this time. She looked ahead for her friends, but she'd fallen so far behind they were no longer in sight. With a huff, she continued her trek up the never-ending staircase alone. Just as she took her first step, Edie was surprised for the second time that morning.
"What the hell was that?"
She yelped at the shrill voice mere inches away from her ear. Her head turned to meet the inquisitive eyes of Sirius Black. His goons lurked behind him with matching expressions.
With a roll of her eyes, Edie grumbled, "I was just daydreaming again. Bumped into Severus. My fault." She started up the stairs without waiting for the boys behind her.
"Doesn't mean he needs to be a slimy git about it," Sirius shot back with a tone of pure dislike
James, Remus, and Peter had caught up the two at this point. "Well Padfoot, that's just the thing. He can't help because that's what he is-- a slimy git!" James clapped his arm around his friend's shoulders with a mockingly blissful sigh. Peter laughed as if he'd just made the funniest joke in the world. Edie's eyes shot to Remus, who wore a matching expression of indifference. She was about to roll her eyes at the childish boys again, when confusion took over her instead.
"Padfoot? Since when do you go by Padfoot? I've known you for fifteen years, Sirius Black, and never once have you referred to yourself by Padfoot!" Edie cinched her brows together and glanced up at her taller friend. He merely shot her his infamous, unbothered smirk.
"Well, you see-"
Sirius, James, and Remus's eyes simultaneously widened as Peter began to speak.
"Oh, well looks like we've arrived. Better hurry into class, wouldn't want to be late for Transfiguration, would we? Favorite class of the day!" James effectively cut off Peter who was clearly about to say something the others didn't want her hearing. The four boys scurried into the classroom they had arrived at. Edie restrained herself from shouting after them, as Professor McGonagall stood a mere few yards away.
"Miss Rosier, do you plan on coming in, or will you attend class standing in the doorway?" Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the air. With one last sigh, Edie forced herself to enter the room and took the empty seat beside Marlene. The four boys conveniently sat a few rows ahead so she couldn't get their attention.
These boys were certainly up to something, and whatever it was, Edie was hellbent on finding out.
“Why’d you hug him? You love him or something?” with Remus Lupin
(MARAUDERS ERA)
Plot: A secret relationship with Remus
After a long day of reckless and impulsive mini adventures with the Marauders you were exhausted, and frankly, you needed a break. The boys were all in agreement and they had decided to settle in a small cafe. Inside you all wandered to the couches in the back.
Peter had stayed behind to gather drinks leaving you with Remus, Sirius, and James. You managed to beat them all to the couch, claiming the middle seat quickly. An eruption of groans leaked out of James and Sirius as they practically sulked to the couch. Everyone knew the middle of the couch was the best seat.
“You’re the worst, (y/n)” Sirius grumbled, taking a seat beside you. Soon Remus claimed the seat on the other side of you. This left James with one of the chairs.
“You snooze you lose.” Your tongue shot out in a joking manner earning you a nudge from the recipient.
“You guys got the couch, quit bickering.” James chimed in.
Peter had returned with the drinks just in time to prevent Sirius from talking again.
Soon everyone was quiet, enjoying their hot drinks.
A few sips in and you had found yourself sinking further into the couch, your shoulders pressing against Remus. On instinct your head cocked to the side, leaning against his shoulder. His hand had shifted over at this point, his fingers resting on your hand.
“Does anyone know the time?”
The sound of Sirius and his loud voice was enough to remind you that the two of you were in public. You quickly sat up, scooting a bit away from Remus. He cleared his throat, checking his watch.
“Nearly five thirty. Why?” As Remus responded it clicked. Him and Sirius had to be back soon.
The two of them shot up together, gathering their items. You joined them quickly, handing Remus his bag. You then followed them to the door, walking the pair out. Before he had a chance to leave you quickly pulled him into a hug.
“I’ll see you later, Remus.” you spoke softly, your arms wrapping around his torso.
The hug was reciprocated tightly before he nodded, pulling away. A final smile was exchanged before he left with Sirius, giving you no option but to return to the other two boys.
Finding your seat again James quickly piped up,
“Why’d you hug him? You love him or something?”
He teased, earning a laugh from Peter, who quickly joined in,
“Sirius didn’t get a hug. That’s rather suspicious.”
They began laughing again, nudging each other. The thought of Remus getting a significant other was funny to them.
You quickly dismissed them, attempting to hide your blush behind the coffee cup. If only they knew.
