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The Gryffindor Quidditch team was in high spirits as they prepared for practice, the upcoming match against Slytherin driving their energy. The locker room was filled with the sounds of laughter, banter, and the rustling of uniforms as the players changed into their gear.
Y/N pulled off his shirt, revealing a series of scratches down his back. He winced slightly at the lingering sting but smiled at the memory of the previous night with James. It had been worth it. Unfortunately, he hadn't anticipated how obvious the marks would be.
"Oi, Y/N! What happened to your back?" called out Sirius, who was lacing up his boots nearby. His keen eyes had immediately caught the red marks.
The room quieted down as other teammates turned their attention to Y/N, curiosity piqued. Y/N quickly tried to come up with an explanation, but his mind was blank.
"Yeah, mate," said Peter, peeking over his shoulder. "Looks like you got into a fight with a cat or something."
James, standing a few lockers away, felt his heart race. He tried to maintain his composure, but the situation was becoming increasingly awkward. He shot Y/N a subtle, apologetic look, hoping it conveyed both his concern and support.
Y/N cleared his throat, attempting to sound casual. "Uh, yeah. It was just... a rough night. Got a bit too close to the Whomping Willow while I was out for a stroll."
Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "The Whomping Willow, huh? Since when does it leave scratch marks like that? Looks more like someone's had a bit of fun."
James couldn't help but flush a little, remembering their passionate encounter. He desperately hoped no one would piece things together.
Lily Evans, who had been passing by the locker room door, overheard the commotion and popped her head in. "What's going on in here?"
Sirius grinned wickedly. "Y/N's got some interesting scratches on his back. Claims it's from the Whomping Willow."
Lily's eyes widened when she saw the marks. "Those don't look like tree scratches to me," she said, her tone half-joking, half-concerned.
Desperate to divert attention, James chimed in, "Alright, enough about Y/N's back. We've got a practice to focus on. We need to crush Slytherin in the next match."
The team murmured their agreement, though the curiosity lingered in their eyes. They slowly returned to their preparations, the topic of conversation shifting, but the air of intrigue remained.
As practice commenced, James flew close to Y/N, his voice low. "Sorry about that. I didn't think they'd notice."
Y/N shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's alright, James. It's not your fault. Just... maybe we should be a bit more careful next time."
James grinned, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Agreed. But no regrets, right?"
"None at all," Y/N replied, his smile widening.
After practice, as the team headed back to the locker room, Remus approached Y/N, who was toweling off his hair. Remus's gaze was understanding, almost knowing.
"You handled that well," Remus said quietly. "Just... be careful, alright? Secrets like these have a way of getting out."
Y/N nodded, grateful for Remus's discretion. "Thanks, Remus. We will."
