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morning

James was having a very delightful sleep on an early winter morning, the last day of classes before Christmas Break. He stretched and stood up, blearily fumbling around for his round wire glasses, nearly knocking them off of the nightstand. Nabbing a robe from beside Remus' bed, James made his way into the bathroom and turned the dial on the shower all the way to the hottest setting, needing warmth. 

The shower took a few minutes longer than James expected, and as he stepped out onto the red bathmat he heard a pounding at the door. 

"Hurry up, Prongs! I need the toilet!"

Peter's slightly congested sounding voice called through the door. James wrapped his towel around his waist and flung open the door dramatically, bowing to Peter. 

"My sincerest apologies, King Wormtail, your Rodentness."

Pete rolled his eyes and shoved Prongs out of the way, marching into the bathroom and slammed the door. James chuckled, drying himself off as he strode over to his bed. He threw Moony's robe in the general direction of his bed and started changing into his robes. Suddenly wondering if Sirius and Remus were awake, and knocked on the wooden frame of Remus' bed.

 "Moons, are you awake yet?" James asked the velvet curtains. When he didn't get a response, he shrugged and assumed Remus was down at breakfast already. He then walked over to Sirius' bed, doing the same. 

"Pads, you in there?" Again, no response. James raised an eyebrow and looked around the room for their Maurader's Map. It was lying on Peter's dresser, so he snatched it and scanned the Great Hall for his two friends' names. However, there was not a Remus Lupin or a Sirius Black anywhere to be found in the Hall. 

"Bugger." Prongs muttered under his breath, looking everywhere he could think for Moony and Padfoot to no avail. Out of hiding spots to look, James decided to look in the Gryffindor Tower. Sure enough, in their dormitory, was Remus and Sirius. He made a little "ha" of triumph and flung Remus' curtains open. His bed was deserted and it looked like it hadn't been slept in. 

James raised an eyebrow and turned to Sirius' bed. There was just no possible explanation for this.. if it was true. He peered into Padfoot's bed and there they were. Sirius was curled around Remus' lanky frame, holding the other around the waist tightly. 

"a-HA!" James shouted, startling the sleeping boys. 

"What the FUCK-" Remus shrieked, and Sirius grabbed his wand off of the bedside table. "Touch him and die," Padfoot growled, his eyes still bleary from sleep. 

"Wait, what in Merlin are you doing, Prongs?" Moony asked, drawing the covers up to his chin and gripping Sirius' thigh. 

"About time you got your shit together! You two are so dense, thank fuck you aren't blind too. Up and at 'em, lads, breakfast awaits."  James swished the curtains shut, stalking down the stairs to the common room with a smirk. 

Remus stared at the quivering curtains, then turned to Sirius, who still held his wand slightly aloft. "What the fucking hell just happened?" 

Sirius shrugged and put his wand down and held Moony's face in his hands. "No idea- good morning though," Padfoot murmured and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. 

Through the crack in the curtains, Peter had stepped out of the bathroom and was watching with a disappointed expression on his face. 

"Now I owe James three galleons!"

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