A happy place

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TW: Smut, threesome

*James' POV*

''And there you have it, folks. A tied game at 160 points each!'' The voice of the new commentator sounds over the speakers. Remus' eyes are fixated on him. McGonagall had forbidden him from coming anywhere near it. Ever since that one match months ago. The flashback drifts into my mind.

''What a beautiful save from Mr. Black here, I can tell you one thing, that broom is not the only thing he rides.'' That sentence will be burned into my mind forever. I can still remember McGonagall's face when she stormed over to him and pulled the microphone out of his hands.

The cheering of the crowd brings me back to the moment. ''What has gotten into you lately?'' Sirius lowers his broom so we're on the same level. ''Nothing.'' I cut him off, trying not make a big deal out of this. ''Something is clearly distracting you.'' He got that right. ''Is it Evans, it is. She has been watching the games hasn't she?'' He got that part kind of right.

Evans has been a part of the distraction but also the Slytherins got a new seeker, Regulus Black. That is the biggest distraction. Ever since he joined the team, I can't focus anymore ,especially since we started dating too. The only thing I can focus on is how his hips ride the broom the same way he rides me, how he licks his lips when he's concentrating. I can't even look in his direction without getting hard.

After we land, I head towards the changing rooms where Sirius catches up with me again. He wraps his arms round my shoulder. ''So, are you coming to the dungeons later?'' He asks. He's always ready for an after-match party. Apparently the Slytherins are hosting tonight. At those parties the lines between the houses fades to the background. Nobody really cares anymore.

''Yeah, I'll be there.'' I answer him, my mind already racing in thoughts. This is the perfect excuse to see Reggie except for quidditch. There's a grin on Sirius' face, he's probably wondering if there's more than just a party on my mind. Which there is but he doesn't need to know that I'm dating his younger brother just yet.

It doesn't take long for the night to fall. I'm trying to get ready in my dorm when Sirius and Remus enter, kissing each other heavily. In minutes I'm kicked out of my own dorm room. I'm holding onto my quidditch jersey, trying to progress what happened. Apparently this is what I'm wearing to the party tonight because I doubt they will let me back into the room before it.

I can't get ready any further, I slowly make my way over to the party. Lily joins me in the hallway. ''Great game tonight, right?'' She looks at me. The dress that she's wearing spirals me back into my proper full on gay crisis. I know I'm into men but women, you know. ''James?'' Her question brings me back to reality. She looks at me, begging for an answer. ''What?'' I ask her, not knowing what she asked me before.

''So, tell me, why is the Gryffindor golden boy so excited for a Slytherin party?'' She repeats, smirking at me. ''Just celebrating a good game.'' I try to keep my voice casual. ''Right.'' She says, raising an eyebrow at me. I can tell she's having fun interrogating me about why I want to go so bad. ''So, it has nothing to do with a certain new Slytherin seeker, right.'' The smirk on her face grows.

I chuckle, giving her arm a little squeeze. ''Maybe?'' I tell her, smirking back at her. ''I guess you'll never know.'' I tell her teasingly. ''Don't worry, I'll find out even if it takes me all day.'' She gives me a fake detective impression. ''Will you now. Interesting.'' I rub my hand over my chin like I'm thinking deeply. Her eyes twinkle in the mischievous way that I love. I still can't keep my eyes off her.

I can hear the beat of the music a few hallways away from the open space near the common room, where the lights are flickering above a crowd of people. The air is filled with the smell of firewiskey and hysterical laughter. There're red and green banners hanging from the ceiling, to celebrate the tie between the two houses.

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