Disclaimer: Rowling owns all. Inspired by Gabe Bondoc's Dorm Room.Search him on youtube and have a listen.

She was beat. Out cold and fast asleep with her head stuffed at an awkward angle in the loveseat in front of the fire. Her mouth slightly parted and her eyes fused shut with each breath marked by the rise and fall of her chest. He knew she had had a long day. He was in the next aisle of the library when he heard her voice in a hushed whisper, hissing vehemently at Snape who had approached her in apology for what seemed to be the fiftieth time since that day at the lake. He heard her sniffling behind her book after Snape left and knew he'd only make matters worse if he tried to console her after seeing her swipe angrily at the tears threatening to brim over her eyes and roll down her cheeks. He knew she had written that History of Magic test earlier that day too, and although she probably aced it, he knew she stressed over these things. He knew she had a long day so when he saw her tiny form collapsed in front of the fire in the Common Room, the last thing he wanted to do was wake her.

The fire cast dim shadows around the empty room and while she was usually lively, assertive and oftentimes, fairly intimidating, she looked small and vulnerable like a child when he saw her curled up and asleep. Her finished potions essay was on the coffee table and her quill was crumpled in her tightened fist which she had tucked under her chin. He thought of her waking up in the common room the next morning with other pupils slouching around and her neck sore from being stuck at a crooked angle all night. He carefully pulled the quill from her and laid it on the table before rolling up her essay and tucking it in his back pocket. Then carefully, as lightly as he could, he scooped her up in his arms. She stirred and for a moment he worried he had woken her but thankfully she merely leaned into his embrace and sighed deeply before settling back into sleep. Slowly, he walked toward the spiral staircases leading up to the dormitories. He knew that they would slide down the steps if he tried to bring her to her own dormitory so he trudged up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, pressing her gently against his chest so he could watch his feet at each step. Carefully, he laid her in his bed and tucked her in. Her amber curls were spilled across his pillow and her tiny, freckled hand gripped the blanket tightly. He risked waking her up one last time to lean down and gently kiss her forehead. He sighed before crossing the room to Sirius' bed, nudging him hard in the ribs.

"Padfoot, Move over."

"Whass goin' on?"

"Shhh! Nothing! Lily's in my bed, so you have to move over and make room for me!"

Sirius rolled onto his side and squinted at James in the half light.

"Can't you go sleep with her?"

"Yeah if I wanted to wake up dead, you know she'd kill me."

Sirius scooched over obligingly and James crawled under the covers.

"This is just weird, Prongs."

"Oh, shut up and give me some blanket."

Lily woke up slowly the next morning. She was acutely aware of the sun shining through the window but she screwed up her eyelids so they were fixed shut. She smiled happily as she snuggled against her blankets. This was optimum comfort. Funny, she couldn't remember going back up to her dorm last night. And come to think of it, the sheets did not smell quite right. Not that they didn't smell good, they smelt really good she thought in her half slumber. But in the way that boys smell good. She opened her eyes with a start and sat bolt upright. These were not her sheets at all. She whipped her head around to see Potter fast asleep in the bed across from her, with Sirius lying beside him, his arm wrapped snugly across Potter's middle. She quashed a giggle and flopped back down in what she realized was Potter's bed. She got up quietly and was about to leave when on impulse she stumbled toward Sirius' bed. Sirius was hogging all the covers and James was curled up and shivering. She took James' blanket off his bed and laid it over him, before carefully brushing his hair out of his eyes and heading down to the common room.

A/N: short? yes. But bear with me, they had to start somewhere.