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"Remus!" Lily exclaims.
"Sirius!" Peter shrieks, hastily covering his eyes.
"MY BED!" James screams, pointing at said bed, which holds Remus and Sirius, half-naked and shocked, lips red and swollen.
"Fuckfuckityfuck - " Remus scrambles for his pants, which are on the floor, but Sirius just gets up, and Lily's suddenly seeing considerably more of the human male anatomy than she's ever seen before. Or ever really wanted to.
"Oh my
god,"
Lily whispers, trying to avert her eyes to the ceiling.
"You didn't tell us!" Peter accuses.
"Why the fuck are you on
my
bed?" James asks, high-pitched and shrill.
"You weren't supposed to come right now," Sirius says, irritably, sounding more dignified than anyone in his place could possibly be. He's idly sifting through a heap of clothes. "You had Quidditch, Prongs."
"Were you atleast planning on changing my sheets?" James gasps, aghast.
"Stop with the fucking bed, will you?" Lily tells him. James squawks indignantly. "And just pick
anything
to wear, Sirius!" she adds, because his
thing
is dangling about, right in the fucking open and he's literally doing nothing about it.
"Worried about falling for a taken man, Evans?" Sirius asks, snidely.
"Please, Sirius," Remus asks, and Sirius immediately picks up a random towel and wraps it around his waist.
There's a short pause, as Lily shakes her head incredulously.
"I cannot believe that from a whole pile of clothes," James says, slowly, staring at Sirius like he's seeing him for the first time, "you pick the
one
towel that's mine."