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The other boys were back by sunrise, once the moon had gone, and I heard them coming back in, laughing together. Then I heard a shyer voice whisper "She's probably trying to sleep at this hour!"

"Maybe we should go wake her up, then." another voice laughed. That was definitely James. He'd be the most likely to suggest it.

I groaned and yelled through the door "If you still have steam to blow off by the time the moon's gone, blow it off there and don't come back until you can show respect for people who are actually choosing to sleep that night! Shut up! And by the way, Potter, I heard your suggestion, so don't even try it when I'm actually asleep!"

"Sounds like you're in trouble, Prongs." One of the others teased.

"Shut it and let me sleep!" I snapped. Waking me up too early usually makes me act really ruthlessly. "If you don't, I will jinx you!" And apparently recklessly, since I knew the Marauders were skilled duelists. However, they did let me get back to sleep.

When I woke up, the sun was up, and so were the boys. Well, Remus was still asleep, but I knew he was probably exhausted. I definitely wasn't going to wake him up. They'd also left Draco as paralyzed as he was when I was done with him. I decided to let him up, although I knew he was definitely mad at me.

He was. The minute I let him up, he said furiously "How could you do that! Just wait until my f – I mean, just you wait until next time we're alone!" He narrowed his eyes at the Marauders. "Which will be very soon."

"Not likely!" I jumped in before any of them could answer. "Unless they want to leave." I turned to the boys. "Do you want to go?"

"Now, why would we want to go?" James said with a smile. "You're stuck with us."

"After all, why would we want to miss seeing your pretty face each day?" Sirius teased. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Oh, very mature, girl."

"What, you think you're any better?" I shot back, giggling.

"As much as this amuses me," Draco drawled sarcastically, "I don't appreciate you flirting with my girlfriend, Black."

"He's not really serious." I said without thinking. I say that I wasn't thinking because I wish to defend myself for enabling a really old joke that I tried to prevent earlier to come up.

"Actually, I am." Sirius immediately said. Yes, I said 'serious'.

I slapped myself in the head and muttered "Why did I say that word?" I raised an eyebrow at Sirius and added "I thought I told you how old that pun got. It was ancient enough a few years ago, so now it must be even older than 1 AD."

"Whatever do you mean?" He pretended to be surprised.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I give up. Is Remus okay, after last night? Or at least, the same as usual?"

The other Marauders glanced at each other and didn't answer. I knew why, and added "I know, that was a really stupid question, wasn't it? Don't answer that. So...what's going on today? It's my day off from studying."

When Remus woke up later, he claimed to be okay, but judging by the fresh cuts that were starting to scab, I thought it hurt more than he let on. But he was nowhere near as injured as I imagined. I didn't say anything, but I guessed that maybe it was just lucky that he didn't hurt himself as much as usual.

But then James seemed to read my expression and whispered (in the really quiet whisper, rather than that stage-whisper everyone hears) "He seemed less uncontrollable than usual. We didn't really have to do that much to restrain him, which is usually more of an effort."

I looked at him, suddenly, and whispered back "Is it just me, or isn't this something you'd only discuss with your little group?"

He smiled at me. "I figured you should know, since I thought it was something to do with being in this world and you're the only one who knows who we really are from this world. Besides, you're not exactly acting like an outsider around us."

"I'm not really Marauder material, though." I countered with a returning smile. "Anyway, don't expect me to ditch your first names in favour of your Animagi-inspired names any time soon...although that's mainly because I like your first names." I returned to the subject at hand. "Anyway, you're probably overthinking this. I highly doubt that being in my world was really anything to do with the difference you saw last night."

"Yeah, you're probably right." James shrugged. "Just thought it might be."

"I thought overthinking was a girl thing!" I added teasingly. "Wait until I tell my other friends that James Potter thinks like a girl!"

James gave a dramatic gasp and turned to Sirius. "Did you hear what she just said to me, Padfoot?"

"Are you going to let her get away with that?" Sirius replied, playing along. Remus and Peter were tuning in to this conversation, and I could see they both knew what was next.

I saw it coming, and took the chance to run. Unfortunately, running was one of my least favourite things to do in the whole world, and my home was pretty small. I only just grasped the doorknob on the front before I was tackled to the ground by a blur topped with messy dark hair.

"Got you now." James smirked. He gripped my wrists in one hand, while his weight pinned my legs down.

"You are evil, you know that?" I muttered, struggling to get away. "Don't be so happy about being on top of me, I'm not exactly Lily, am I?" The James that was still on the page had his "Lily-flower", so the James in my world didn't have any reason to lose the happiness in his mood, but I still thought he might, and regretted bringing Lily into it. However, my logic was right, and James didn't show any negative reaction to my mention of her.

Sirius laughed and said "I think it's lucky we got out of her head when we did – she thinks in innuendos more than anyone I know!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, and like you haven't dragged several girls into broom closets or woken up with them in your bed after parties?" As I spoke, I tried to free myself, and sighed when it was fruitless. "James, let me up."

James smirked. "Do you think you've learned your lesson yet?"

I laughed. "What lesson?"

The other three boys chuckled at that.

"Well, then, I think I'll stay right here until you have."

I didn't want to be that weak girl that begged to be let up, so I smiled sweetly up at the boy pinning me to the ground. "You're going to be here a long time, then."

We were still in the same position only thirty seconds later when I was getting close to asking again. But at that point, Sirius spoke up. "Hey, I think you should tickle her. That'll work."

I gasped at that. I was extremely sensitive to contact with most things, and therefore very ticklish. But I quickly said "Oh, and are you going to do it magically or physically?"

James made eye contact with me and said "Now, how fun would it be if I simply pointed my wand at you? It's so much more fun when I'm actually doing it."

"There's no difference, seeing as I'm not ticklish." I lied.

"Considering you stiffened when it was suggested, I think you are." James said, smirking like anything. "Anyway, I guess I should test it."

This was the first time I'd been tickled since I was about ten years old, and I hadn't gotten any less ticklish in eight years.

Then the torture began, and almost immediately, I was reduced to begging James to stop. "Please..." I gasped out between giggles. "Stop...I'm sorry...I'll do anything..."

At first, James showed no mercy. The other boys seemed to find it very amusing. I looked up and made eye contact with Remus. No matter if it was just after the full moon – he'd still be the most likely to stick up for me. I tried to send him a pleading look. He caught it and thought it over, but then he shrugged and mouthed "It's not like they listen to me all the time. It should come from you."

But he still said "Um, maybe you should let her up now. I think she's 'learned her lesson'." He said it in quotation marks.

"I have!" I said. "I'm sorry, I'll never mock your thought process again! I'll do anything if you let me up!"

"Anything, huh?" James looked interested, and exchanged glances with the other Marauders. He stopped. "Okay, then." He told me to repeat a promise that I would never try to threaten his masculinity again, with quite a bit of praise thrown in. I protested against it at first, but eventually, I said it, and James let me up. That's when I noticed Draco watching from further away, scowling harder than I'd ever seen him. It was definitely yet another attack of jealousy.

"You'd never forgive me that quickly if I did that." he muttered. I couldn't hear him properly, but I read his lips. I knew him so well that if I had a guess at what he'd say, so therefore I could read his lips when he said it.

He was right. I wouldn't be so quick to forgive Draco if he'd done what James just did. Heck, if it had been him that suggested James tickle me, I would've been mad at him. But that was because Draco was in no way, shape or form, a Marauder. He wasn't that type of person. His intentions wouldn't be like theirs. This type of joking around and tackling me to the ground was typical of people like James and Sirius. Draco would never do that just for kicks – he thought he was above that kind of thing.

At that moment, I realized something. I didn't really have any more fun around Draco. I was hanging around with the Marauders much more.

I needed to test myself. Did I still love Draco? Had I ever really loved him at all, or had I mistaken infatuation for love?

And so I begin to doubt my own feelings. Now, if you want a hug from your favourite Marauder, you will review.