Lily

"We needed this," she gestured vaguely around the mess that was James's garden. The aftermath of the newly dubbed Legendary Flamingo Party of '78 was still very much present, with remnants of food, litter, clothing and miscellaneous items strewn across the lawn and patio.

The pieces of food at least, were providing the flamingos with some sustenance, although Lily very much doubted that sausage rolls were a staple part of the birds' diets.

"Yeah, we did," James agreed, before, in one swift movement, reached down and placed both hands firmly on Lily's thighs, enabling him to pick the redhead up, and casually throw her over his shoulder. Once in place, a half screaming, half laughing Lily was taken, in something of a fireman's lift, back inside, down two corridors and eventually thrown atop James's still messy duvet.

"Umm, excuse-"

The rest of her complaint was stolen from her mouth by the way James, who had jumped on top of her the second he'd let go of his writhing girlfriend, kissed her, hungrily.

She didn't speak further, instead opting to moan against his mouth.

James sat up on his knees and shot Lily a dazzling smile, at which she giggled, rather uncharacteristically at, and quickly pulled his t shirt over his head.

Sitting up, still nestled between James's knees, Lily reached downwards and lifted her own top over her head.

James let out a throaty growl at the sight of his now topless girlfriend, and cupped her head in his hands, bringing her face to his and locking them together in a searing kiss.

"Gods," his breathing was already laboured, "I love you, Lily Evans."

Lily kissed him in response and began to pant slightly as his kisses moved down to her neck. "I love you, too."

Sirius

He woke up to a pair of achingly familiar green eyes.

Home, Sirius thought, lazily, Remus's eyes are home.

"Hi," Sirius croaked, his mouth devoid of all moisture thanks to the already present hangover that was already creeping over his entire body.

The sides of Remus's mouth twitched into the hint of a smile. "Hi," he said, his voice equally as croaky.

"So last night was awesome," Sirius said as he wrinkled his nose, very much not enjoying the way his head had began to pound.

"It really was," Remus agreed, and as Sirius reached forward on the bedding, he knew that Remus was just as aware as he that neither were referring to the actual party.

"Sirius?"

Sirius's eyes had closed again. "Hmm?"

"Di-did you mean what you said last night."

He tentatively opened one eye a fraction, enough to see Remus's face again and shot his boyfriend a quick smile. "I've loved you for fucking ages."

Remus let out a sigh he'd obviously been holding since he'd asked the question. "I love you, too."

Emmie

"Morning," she heard Peter's voice whisper in her ear. They had occupied yet another of the bedrooms within Potter Manor.

"Groaning slightly, she rolled over, opening her eyes as best she could and faced Peter. "Morning."

Peter was lying on his side, one arm folded back and acting as an extra pillow, the other stretched out under the duvet over Emmie's waist and stomach, his fingertips trailing small, aimless patterns over her bare flesh.

"That feels nice," she informed him, her mouth stretching into a smile as she closes her eyes once more, enjoying the sensations created by his fingers on her skin.

"You feel nice," he replied, pulling his other arm out from beneath his head, and pushing it below Emmie's neck, combined with the hand on her stomach he was able to pull her close, into him, their naked bodies now pressed tightly together, her back against his stomach.

"Well," she began with a snort as she wiggled her bottom slightly, "you are happy to see me."

He answered in a half kiss, half bite on the side of her neck. "You know it, baby."