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Marauders era Hogwarts
Year 6
Peter walked into the dorm room, sighing. Shoving the time turner under his white button up shirt shivering a little as the cold metal touched his skin, taking off his red and gold tie, which he had loosened up on his way through the common room.
Before he took off his school robe he heard a sniffle, which caught his attention. He thought he was alone, he almost let his guard down "Hello?" He muttered looking around the way too red room. Taking off his robe and placing it on his bed. He didn't know which of the Marauders would cry.. other than him.
He saw that James' bed was dipped, it's either his bed was broken or someone is on it with an invisibility cloak on. So he climbed over Sirius's bed and onto James's, the bed dipping with him on it, the red sheets shifting. Peter grabbed the invisible cloak and pulled it off of the person. It was James. Peter tilted his head and bit his lip, James was crying.
"What happened mate?" He asked, ruffling the already messy hair. James mumbled something incoherent. Peter huffed out a laugh. "Come on, you can trust me!" He smiled shaking James trying to get him to talk. James groaned and hugged him. Making Peter gasp and lay down. The black haired boy on top of him.
James laid his full weight on Peter. Heavy. but Peter could still breathe. "I had a fight with Sirius." He told Peter. Peter laid his hand in James's hair. It was soft, and it smelled like grass and wood. "Why.? You two never fight." He asked James. James looked up at Peter with a frown on his pretty face. "He wants to go through with the prank." He told Peter. Sitting up, unknowingly on Peter's lap. Peter sat up as well "which one?" He asked
"The one where we lock Severus up in the shrieking shack with Moony." He tells Peter. Peter looked confused. He thought that idea was a bad joke that Remus didn't like. "I thought that was a joke?" He told James. James sighed and looked away. Glasses crooked. Peter fixed it. Making James look at him with a confused smile "you look better when you smile" Peter didn't know he said that until he heard it come out of his mouth. James laughed. "Quit joking, you're not gay." He told peter hitting the other boy's shoulder.
He kept his mouth shut as James started talking about other prank ideas
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Lightning era Hogwarts
Year 6
Neville walked into the dorm room with a frown, placing a pot on his bedside table, it was a bad day. He quickly pulled off his school robe, throwing it onto his red bed. He stretched and took off his red and gold tie..
He heard a breath. He was gonna get changed but knowing someone else was here made him stop unbuttoning his shirt. He looked towards the place the noise came from. Harry's bed, the curtains were halfway closed but he saw nobody on it, the bed was dipped as if someone was though. "Is someone there?" He asked into nothing.
He heard a sob. Neville walked over to the bed and climbed on. Pulling the invisibility cloak off of the person's head, just as he expected, harry. "Hey.. what happened?" He asked. Harry just wiped his tears and kept his mouth shut. "Okay well. If you don't want to talk. That's alright.." Neville mumbled. Watching harry. Keeping silent for a bit. "Do you want a chocolate frog.? I have quite a few in my drawer." He asked, Harry looked at him.
He's looking, that's a step in the right direction. Neville got up and grabbed a chocolate frog, coming back to give it to him. As soon as he sat on the bed he was tackled "ooph!" He gasped. The smaller boy was on top of him. Head buried in Neville's chest. Neville blushed and pat Harry. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked Harry. Who shook his head.
Neville gave him a small smile "that's alright, I have a lot of things I don't like to talk about too." He told Harry. Holding him close. Harry looked up at him, green eyes meeting hazel. Harry sat up and straddled Neville. Conscious decision as well. Neville looked confused. Harry sighed and buttoned Neville's shirt up again. Neville chuckled, looking away from harry.
"Ron and I got into a fight and he mentioned that I don't even know what my parents were like." Harry mumbled to Neville. Neville looked at Harry. Neville smiled "well. We have something in common, I don't know what my parents were like either." He told Harry. They both laughed at their misfortune. Neville would wipe his sweaty hands on his pants right now but that spot was occupied by Harry's legs.
"You look better when you're happy." He told Harry, shamelessly. Harry suddenly looked confused eyebrows furrowed, his smile was always so easy to lose.. he was thinking of a witty comeback. Neville smirked "thanks. Confidence suits you better." Harry pointed out, poking Neville's chest.
"Confidence huh?" Neville grabbed Harry's face and kissed him. Harry's breath hitched and his eyes widened. "I didn't know you were-" Harry stumbled on his words, Neville laughed. Harry glared at him before staring at his face. For a few moments
Neville could get used to this. Comfortable silence