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James strummed a G major chord on his guitar. He was trying to figure out the lyrics to his next song about, you and everyone to exist ever guessed it, Lily. Maybe he should be doing his Transfiguration essay, but he got an idea for a tune in the middle of dinner and couldn’t get it out of his head. He just needed to write the lyrics.
“‘Lily, lily, you smell like flowers
which is kind of ironic because your name is a flower-‘ No that’s no good at all.”
“‘Eyes that burn through me
Three sugars in your tea
You’ll be the one I marry
We’ll have a sun named… Harry?’ Really, Harry? What kind of name is that?”
“‘Lily, oh Lily
She stuck me to the ceiling of the Great Hall for calling her pretty
I think she wants to go out with me~’ Well that’s dumb. Obviously ‘pretty’ and ‘Lily’ don’t rhyme! C’mon James!”
He was just about to strum the same chord for the 57th time that hour while hanging upside down from his bed (he thought a new position would help him think) when he heard a textbook crash onto the ground. James flinched and almost dropped his guitar on his face. When he looked around to see where the noise had come from, he saw Sirius glaring at him from across the room on his own bed. “Oh hey Padfoot! Didn’t see you there.”
Sirius looked like he was about to sob. No, really. There were tears forming in his eyes. “James Marwencia Potter-“
“Still not my middle name, you’re getting closer though!”
“-if I have to listen to you describe Lily’s hair as ‘red like the beets they serve with dinner on Thursdays’ one more time I will throw both of us out of this third story window.”
James looked very offended, hugging his guitar. “Alright, alright. But the color similarity is pretty-“
“Third story window!”
“Take a breather Padfoot,” Remus said from beside the ex-Black heir. “At least he has a nice singing voice.”
“THANK you Moony,” James grinned at his friend as he slid off his bed, still upside-down.
“Plus, if you wanted to cause some real damage, you would throw his guitar out the window.”
Sirius smirked. “I like the way you think.”
James gasped. “Not Betsy!” He ripped the lyrics he’d been writing off of a longer piece of paper and shoved it in his chest with the other lyrics he’d come up with. Unluckily for him, Sirius spoke up.
“Hey Prongs, whats all that paper in your trunk?”
Prongs froze, chest still open. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No, I see it too. That’s a lot of crumpled up balls of paper,” Peter said, peeking over James’ shoulder.
“Shut up Wormtail!” James scolded.
Sirius started to walk over, but James slammed his chest shut. Sirius smirked. “What’re you hiding Prongsie?”
“Nothing?” James offered.
Sirius jumped at the chest and the two brothers fought over it, Sirius pushing James off when he sat on it, James levitating Sirius so he couldn’t reach it. You could almost hear Remus behind them shaking his head like a disappointed parent. It all came down to when they were wrestling and Sirius bit James’ arm. James shrieked like the little child he was and bounced away from Sirius and the chest, rubbing his new bruise. “You bloody bastard! You can’t bite people just because you’re a dog!”
“I just did!” Sirius exclaimed with glee as he opened James’ chest. Inside were piles and piles of crumpled up paper, just like the one James had just added. Sirius dug through and picked up a handful, straightening them out with care. Remus and Peter surrounded him like toddlers at library story time as Sirius read off the words of the first one with a smirk.
“‘Lily, how I long for you my darling
Do you smell me in that love potion?
You shouldn’t keep snarling
At me, so we can move this relationship in motion.’”
“Oh. My. Dare I say it, God,” Remus said, slapping his hand over his mouth because he’s bisexual.
“So they’re all just really bad lyrics?” Peter asked bluntly.
“Well they’re not ALL bad,” James said, flustered.
“This is amazing,” Sirius said. “I didn’t know you kept your little songs on paper! Imagine how Lily will react when she sees that you ‘Think she’s prettier and more bountiful than the sea-otion.’”
“I needed something to rhyme with lotion,” James grumbled, snatching the paper out of Sirius’ hands.
“How about… ocean?” Remus offered, eyebrow raised.
James’ gasped and pointed at the werewolf. “That would have made much more sense!”
Sirius cackled. “What else is in here?” He asked as he started unfolding another one.
James’ eyes widened when he saw the first words. “I think thats enough bullying me for one day, don’t you lads? Let’s just drop the papers and go work on our essays like the good rule-following students we-“
James stopped when he saw his black-haired friend’s jaw drop. He was doomed.
“What is it?” Remus asked, leaning closer to his friend to see what was written. There wasn’t enough time for him to process the lyrics before Sirius tackled James.
“Owwwwwwa!!” James complained, rubbing his shoulder bone as Sirius smacked him with the paper multiple times.
“YOU WROTE SONGS ABOUT MY CRUSH ON MOONY?!?!”
If they were in a cartoon, Peter’s eyes would’ve popped right out of their sockets and done a little dance. “His what on who?”
Remus sucked in air through his teeth. “Aw bugger, did we forget to tell Wormtail that Pads and I are dating?”
“You’re wHAT.”
“YOU- LITTLE- TWAT!” Sirius yelled, still hitting James on the glasses with the crumpled up note.
“IT WAS GOOD SONG MATERIAL!!”
“GOOD SONG MATERIAL MY ASS, ONLY I GET TO WRITE SONGS ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND!”
“his BOYFRIEND. IS THIS NOT SURPRISING TO ANYONE ELSE,” Peter said, his face as pale as Edward Cullen’s.
“You write songs about your boyfriend?” James teased.
“You write songs about your two best friends in a gay couple?” Remus asked, a smirk placed on his face.
“Good one, can’t argue with that.”
“they- you- MEN?!” Peter promptly fainted.
Sirius looked over his shoulder at the noise of Peter hitting the ground. “Oh c’mon Moony, you killed Wormtail.”
Remus shrugged. “Seems like his problem.”
“I could totally write a song about this,” James whispered.