Hi! I've been appalled by the lack of JamesxPeter stories on here, so I finally decided to stop being lazy and actually work on one. This is very angst ridden and I don't normally write angsty stuff, so... if it sucks, ... please don't be mad.
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He screamed. Tears fell. He begged. No effect. I laughed. Kept going. In, out. Out, in. He whimpered. I laughed once more. Blood dripped down his thigh. My fingernails dug into his wrists, trapping him there.
"James, please, gah-goddamnit, stop. Please." More tears. I laughed. He cried.
"You said you love me. What? Silly little Peter Cottontail not like it when the farmer gives him what he wants?" I pressed my lips against his forehead. He shook his head.
"N-Not like this." I smirked against his forehead as he tried to squirm out of the hold I had him in. "I wanted us to…"
He shook and whimpered as I released into him. I stood up and, tugging on my clothes, left him all alone.
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My eyes opened slowly as the headache built behind my temples. I could hear a giggle coming from Sirius's bed. I groaned as I opened my curtain and peered out.
"Sirius, stop – haha, stop it. We've already – hehe, woken Prongs. Siiirrrriiiuuusss!! Hahaha!"
"If he's already awake, then why should I stop?" I groaned again.
"Damnit guys! I can't deal with your lovey-dovey-ness until I've had breakfast, at least." I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes and glance over at Peter's bed. The curtains were closed. Strange, he was usually up before Remus and Sirius started their morning groping and we'd go eat breakfast until the love-birds finally decided to join us.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. I'll-act-all-gooey-when-Lily-comes-in-but-God-forbid-others-enjoy-life, I didn't realize you rule the dorm." Sirius rolled his eyes and closed his curtain, before continuing to molest Remus behind it. I punched the red fabric.
"Damn right I do." More giggles. I shook my head and opened Peter's curtain. He looked like hell. I wondered briefly what was wrong with him, before sitting on the edge of his bed and resting my hand on his forehead. He had a fever and seemed to be in pain. I turned to face the four-poster bed holding my two dimwit friends. "Oi! Moony, Peter's sick. Go get McGonagall. He looks like crap."
Two heads poke out and look at me. "He was sick last night, when he came in. He asked us to leave him alone, because he just wants to sleep it off. It's Saturday, so just let him rest."
I sighed and pouted. "But, if he's sick and you two are hopeless, then who'll I have breakfast with?"
"You could always try the pity card on Evans." Sirius suggested. "All alone in the… Hey! Remy and I aren't hopeless. Don't knock us just because you're going to die alone."
"You hurt me, Padfoot. I'm feeling low because I have no friends and you make fun. Now I know how Snivellus feels. I might actually ask him to hang out." I stood up and stormed out. Sirius and Remus followed, Remus looking sympathetic, while Sirius just looked disturbed.
"Oh, come on now, you can't be that desperate." I shook my head.
"Oh, no. My only friend in the world is upstairs, dying, and I have no shoulder to cry on." I pouted and poked his shoulder. "No, Pads, why on earth would I be that desperate? So desperate to consider Snivellus as a human being? Hmm? I ask you."
"If this is about me and Moony going off by ourselves and leaving you alone with Peter so much, come on, Prongs, we're just in the honeymoon stage right now." Sirius was pouting now.
"Hehe, that's the only moon I like." Remus grabbed Sirius's hand, before turning to me. "Until Peter get's better, we promise to not go off by ourselves. Marauder's honor."
"Okay. Now then, toast awaits us!"
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After we finished breakfast, we continued to sit there. It was the weekend, so we were doing our mandatory prank planning. I was paying even less attention to our plots than either Moony or Padfoot, which should show how out of it I was. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. Something that had to do with our missing Maurader.
"So then we'll make Sniv-"
"Do you think we should take Peter some toast? I think I should take him some toast. He's probably hungry… and I should take him toast." I blinked a few times and blankly glanced around the Great Hall.
Lily Evans, the loveliest girl in the world, was walking past me, and for once I didn't cat-call or ask her for a date. She looked upset about something, and for once I couldn't seem to care. That nagging thing was distracting me too much. I wrapped up half a dozen pieces of toast and went to give it to Peter. I knew Remus and Sirius were probably giving my back strange looks, but, whatever, they can go snog somewhere or something. I must be sick if I can't care about my future wife, right? Whatever Peter has, I'm coming down with… Right?
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I entered our dorm and bee-lined for Wormtail's bed. I knelt down beside him, feeling his forehead again. He whimpered, and for some reason I felt sick hearing it. I put the toast on his nightstand and took his hand, stroking it. I wasn't going to get any answers with him asleep, but I was afraid to wake him up. Something told me I wouldn't like it. His eyes began to open, ever so slightly.
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And, that's chapter 1. Chapter 2 will come out when I manage to get time... Please don't hate me for making James the "bad guy."