Lily turned again in her bed, nature had forced her to wake up at 5 am and now she couldn't get back to bed.
Staring up at her ceiling she glared, she was happy to be head girl, but why in the world did Dumbledore make Potter headboy? So he was smart? Big deal, and he had leadership qualities; any of the other quidditch captains had it, and they weren't bullying toerags.
Like what had happened yesterday, how dare he and his friends lock her in her room and pretend it was an accident? Like she was that naïve.
Lily turned on her side thinking.
Wednesday now she was a surprise, she had never heard mention of a younger Potter, she would need to look out for that one.
Sighing she decided to get up, she might as well get ready for classes.
(a few hours later)
She slouched in her seat, Potter wasn't up yet, she didn't even know why she was waiting for him anyway. His friends would probably come and meet him sooner or later, she would probably just glare at him or yell the entire time anyway.
Merlin she needed closer friends. Lily had friends, but she had yet to find that best friend, that person you stuck to constantly and knew so much about. She had, had sleepovers, but not sleepovers that lasted whole summers; and things like that.
Tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear she got up and went to knock on Potter's door, she might as well get him up.
No answer.
"Potter!" Still no answer, getting red in the face she opened the door a little shocked that it wasn't locked.
The room was empty, the bed was made, there was no sign of Potter anyway.
Shrugging she turned around and walked out the room; intent on making her way to the great hall for breakfast.
Sure enough as soon as she got there, there was Potter surrounded by his friends and his sister, shaking her head she took a seat.
Wondering when he had woken up.
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James grunted and kicked at the weight on his legs; which were fallen asleep, so he felt tingles go up both his legs.
A whine caught his attention, James sat up yawning.
On his legs lay Padfoot, one arm clutching a pillow, one dangling from the side of the bed, his own long legs were sprawled in the direction of Remus who was practically curled up in a ball clutching part of a blanket and part of James boxers.
James rolled his eyes and pulled his boxers away from Remus, no wonder he had a wedgie; stupid clutchy werewolves.
James was cranky; it was too early, conjuring himself a blanket, since Remus seemed to have taken control of the majority of it; he went back to sleep.
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A few hours later.
Remus felt something on his face; it tickled.
Remus brushed it away.
He felt it again; he twitched his nose, it went away, it was back he sneezed, opening his eyes, Remus realized Sirius was way too close, his hair was brushing up against his face.
Grumbling Remus turned around; it was still dark.
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Sirius moved again for probably the 100th time that night, not that he minded James being in bed with them, just three people in a small bed was just so damn uncomfortable; every time he got comfy one of the other boys would move and then he would get uncomfortable all over again.
Sirius growled, James foot was in his face again!
Sirius yawned and groaned, that was the worst night's sleep he had ever gotten, looking over at the clock he noticed it was almost time for breakfast.
Jumping up he ran to the bathroom, intent on taking a shower to wake up at least slightly before the other boys woke up.
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(A few hours later)
3 boys fully rested, and one not so made their way to the great hall.
Sirius pilled up his plate with as much food as he could reach, and started to eat.
Remus rolled his eyes as James copied his movements; both boys never tended to speak much in the morning.
"Good morning Wendy." Remus acknowledged James little sister; whom immediately grumbled at him for being so damn perky.
Remus took his time to eat.
"Oi Prongs, I think Minnie needs to talk to you." James cringed as he saw everything that was in Sirius's mouth.
Turning over to where he was pointing; James stood up and made his way over to his head of house that was standing with Lily at the head of the table.
"I want you two to hand these out." James took a pile of the class schedules and shrugged.
"Yeah sure why not." As Lily made her way to the students, giving the proper paper to the proper student, James handed the students a paper one by one, not caring if it was the right paper or not.
His pile gone he made his way to his friends again.
Lily came stomping over.
"James Potter!"
She was red in the face, damn she was sexy when she was mad.
"Yes Love?"
Lily rolled her eyes.
"You were supposed to hand out the class timetables!"
James looked sideways in thought.
"I thought I just did."
He looked back at her innocently.
"To the right people… Oh just forget it, I'll do it myself."
James shrugged.
"Wonder what her problem is."
Remus rolled his eyes, and got up to go help Lily.
James turned to Sirius.
"Oi Wednesday; get lost for a sec, I need to talk to Siri in private."
Wednesday rolled her eyes.
"You're in the great hall, this is as unprivate as it gets."
James glared at her, half heartedly.
"Yeah, but not everyone will try to listen to us, now scram."
Wednesday got up in a huff and left to join the other first years from her house.
Sirius stuffed another toast in his mouth.
"Wotcher."
"Sooo, You and Remus…?" James motioned him to continue the sentence.
Sirius shook his head.
"So me and Remus…. What?"
James glared at his friend.
"Are you going to make me say it?"
Sirius shrugged.
"Guess so since I've got no idea what you're talking about." Sirius accepted his timetable from some prefect that Lily had drafted to help with the time tables dilemma.
"Are you and Remus dating?"
Sirius practically chocked on his toast.
"What!?" Coughing he took a sip of pumpkin juice.
Red in the face he turned his attention back to James.
"No, what? Why? Did he say something? James, come on you'd tell me if he said something to you right?"
James squinted.
"So you're not dating?" Sirius shook his head.
"But you fancy Moony?"
Sirius looked at anyone, but James.
"Sirius? Oi, come on do you?" Now James really wanted to know; he was such a sap.
Aww Padfoot fancied Moony, and match made in the shrieking shack.
"Please don't tell Moony, I don't know how he'd react if he knew I liked blokes."
James snorted.
"Come on he wouldn't care, and you don't like blokes, it's Moony; it's like, I don't know, but it's not the same."
Sirius sighed dreamily, in the way that James often did when thinking of Lily Evans, aww Remus was Sirius's Lily.
James shook his head; he had to think manly thoughts, he wouldn't want Lily to think he was a ponce, then he would have no chance in Hades with her.
No manly thoughts; what were manly thoughts?
Dirt, grime, motorcycles, danger, Quidditch, ooh he should probably post up the tryout posters soon.
"So damn Hard!" James shook his head.
"Huh? Sorry Pads what were you saying I spaced out there for a second." Sirius sentence was cut short by the reappearance of their mutual friend Remus. No one had paid attention like usual to Peter, who had witnessed the discussion between Sirius and James, now how would he use this to his advantage?
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Another night, another uncomfortable sleep for Sirius Black.
This had been going on for the past week, Remus and Sirius would visit James in his common room, hang out with him until very late, pull a few pranks, go on a few outings, then when James was too tired to keep his eyes open they would head back to the Gryffindor tower; then at some point in the middle of the night, James would come in and crawl into bed with on of the two beds, and so far Sirius had suffered through 5 night's with James, and Remus 3; although Remus didn't mind as much since James had his own blankets.
That was not the worst of it either, half way through the week; Wednesday had started joining Sirius in his bed; Sirius never had his bed to himself anymore.
He was squished into a single bed with three other people, thank Merlin Peter didn't feel left out and decide to join them.
Ok so James had, had a traumatic, horrible, gut wrenching depressive summer so what? Uh? And so what Wednesday had to go through the same, and was now a first year with no parents and an overshadowing older brother, who tended to get overprotective and follow her to her classes, making him late for his own? Uh? Ok now Sirius just felt really bad for being angry at James for being a sissy who wouldn't sleep in his own bed.
Was it too much to ask for one good night's sleep?
Maybe if he told James that he and Remus would be shagging that night… what if he and Remus did shag? Hmmm.
"Padfoot!"
Sirius looked up from his spot at the end of the bed.
"Huh?"
"This is getting out of hand." Ah so he wasn't the only one annoyed with the new arrangements.
"Well Remus we could always switched spots."
Remus rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I meant; is your brain not functioning?"
Sirius yawned using James foot as a pillow.
"Nope; it shut down from exhaustion, can you believe the homework the teacher have piled on? And on the first week back too, I mean that coupled with keeping up on our pranks, sneaking out after curfew and no sleep, well you've got dumb as a dog here."
Remus rolled his eyes.
"This James and Wednesday thing, I mean I think Wednesday is handling it pretty well, she's talked to me a few times about what happened this summer, even told me she was keeping a journal, but James…"
Sirius sighed.
"Yeah I know."
Remus bit his lip worriedly.
"This isn't healthy, we have to help him somehow."
"Intervention?"
Remus waited before answering listening to Peter's snores.
"Something like that."
Sirius yawned again and snuggled deeper into the blankets.
"I say from now on we sleep in the head's common room, James bed is at least twice the size of this one."
Remus snorted.
"Yeah."
James grinded his teeth in… what was he feeling, well he couldn't really tell; but it wasn't a positive feeling, he didn't want to talk about how he was handling things again with another person, he had done enough of that with Dumbledore and all those other people Dumbledore insisted he saw and talked to.
The entire summer he had seen a different person every week to talk to, he was tired of talking; he just wanted to go, to keep going, to live.