ϟ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ϟ

Peter ϟ Birthday Toast

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You had had a big crush on Peter Pettigrew for years, and you made it well-known. It always embarrassed him when you openly flirted with him around other people, and you loved getting a ride out of him. The other three Marauders found it highly amusing, and Remus felt the slightest bit bad for Peter's embarrassment, although he found it amusing overall.

Even if Peter got embarrassed every time, he couldn't hate it. He had liked you for a while as well, and you knew. You both knew of each other's feelings and became quite close; always walking beside each other, sharing your belongings and food, sitting next to each other and quite close whenever you could.

You two never officially put a label on it, but you were both satisfied with what you had for now. And thankfully, the other three boys never pushed for anything. You appreciated them for that, and so did Peter.

It was Peter's birthday, and you and the other two marauders intended fully on lovingly embarrassing him.

He never really prioritized his birthday before, so you wanted to give him a proper one.

You were in the Gryffindor common room, all with glasses of pumpkin juice, water (if someone was boring), and other juices that students preferred.

Peter was yet unaware of the impending celebration, as it just looked like an ordinary hangout - this time, however, with drinks.

Peter had to admit that it made him the least bit suspicious. Even so, he just let himself relax into the sofa and sipped at his juice as he listened to his friends chat.

Suddenly, from beside him, you stood up and began clinking your glass with a metal spoon, imitating Professor McGonagall when she did it to gain everyone's attention in the Great Hall.

Your good-natured little mockery earned a few chuckled and grins, and everyone quieted down to listen.

Peter hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.

"As you all know," you said, "this little gathering is no ordinary hangout. It is a celebration. Specifically, a celebration for the full rotation of the Earth around the Sun for a certain someone."

Peter spotted Sirius and James sharing grins, and Remis smiled as he shook his head.

"I'm making a toast," you said aloud, "to the boy I love most in the whole world."

Peter sighed, closing his blue eyes. "Please don't say my name, please don't say my name..."

"Peter!"

The other boys clapped and laughed as Peter let out another sigh, completely embarrassed. He sank deep into the couch cushion as cheers and clapping rang out from the other Gryffindors, feeling his whole body heat up.

You smiled down at him, and when he saw your unbridled joy and affection towards him, butterflies erupted in his stomach.

You laughed at the look on his face, and he grinned and grabbed you, pulling you down on top of him. You squealed all the way down, causing the others to laugh.

He held you there securely, his chin rested on your shoulder. You both were sat there for the remainder of the night, spending time with your friends and laughing.

Eventually, the other Gryffindors filed off to bed, and the other marauders got up to say good night, one by one.

When you and Peter were alone, you both just remained there on the couch, watching the fireplace in comfortable silence.

"Thank you," Peter mumbled, his low voice right next to your ear, sending shivers up your spine.

You turned to look at him, realizing how close your faces were.

"You needn't thank me, Peter," you whispered. "You deserved it. Me and the boys wanted to do something nice for you."

He smiled, his glacier blue eyes flitting between yours and different parts of your face.

"Did you mean it?" he asked, his smile fading a little.

"Mean what?"

He reached up a hand to fondly tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. "That I'm the boy you love most."

You smiled, heart racing. "Of course I meant it. I've felt that way about you for years."

He smiled widely and leaned forward slightly, just enough to press his lips to yours.

Your heart stopped for a second, but then you closed your eyes and brought a hand up to his face, turning your body and leaning into him.

The fire crackled in the background, and the windows gently rattled with soft sound of pattering rain. The hammering of your fast-beating hearts thrummed in your chests blended in with the rain and fire, and the two of you remained there for a while longer, content and filled with happiness at the fact that it was finally happening.

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