a/n - muggle AU where the marauders (plus Lily and Hermione by extension due to... never mind, that's in the oneshot) are roommates. First person, James' perspective.

Hermione was sick.

Peter was staying with his mother.

Sirius was arrested for something.

Lily and Remus were on their honeymoon.

And me...

I took it upon myself to look after my gorgeous... My best friend - apart from Pads. Who am I kidding?

My best friend who happens to be my crush.

"Knock knock!" I cheer brightly.

She throws a pillow at me, "Go away! Can't you see I'm sick?"

I nod, "Yup, I know."

"I don't want to infect you with this!"

"What if I want to get infected?"

She groans and throws another pillow at me.

"Ok, ok, I'm leaving! But is there anything you want?"

She sighs, but replies nonetheless, success, "I'd kill for some food right now."

"Anything in particular?" I ask.

She sits up and stares me dead in the eye, "Anything with cheese."

Cheese...

Which fucking food has cheese in it?

I grab my phone and click on Peter's contact, he'll know, he's a cheese expert.

Pete!

What? Prongs, I'm with my mum for God's sake!

What foods have cheese in them?

You can't be serious

I am!

xD

What?

Okay, Okay

So, what?

You ever heard of pizza, Dumbo? Has lots of cheese

Oh...

Why didn't I think of that?

Cause you're a dumbo! Anyway, I need to go back to my mum, bye!

Thanks!

Pizza... Does Hermione like pizza?

Fuck it.

I knock on her door, plate in hand.

"Come in!"

I smile as I open the door and give her the plate. She looks sceptical.

"Is this safe for human consumption?"

I shrug, "Just eat the damn pizza."

She whispers somethings that sounds a lot like, Bossy, much? Still, she takes a bite.

She quickly devours it all.

I laugh, "Is it alright?"

She smiles, "If 'alright' is literally the best thing I've ever eaten, then yes."

I smile and take the plate from her.

When I go back, she's lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. I sit next to her on the edge.

"You alright?"

She hums her confirmation.

"Shame you had to eat all the pizza, I wanted to try some."

She sits up, "I think I have an idea."

I nod, "Go on."

Instead of replying, she kisses me. It tastes slightly tastes like pepperoni and cheese.

"Well?"

"Delicious," I mutter, leaning in and kissing her once more.

Hermione smiles at me, "Pizza, again?"

I kiss the tip of her nose, "If it got you to date me, then of course we're having on our wedding anniversary."

She shakes her head laughing, "It better be as good as I remember."

I pass her the plate.

She takes a bit and beams, "Definitely as good as it was three years ago. Want a slice?"

I shake my head, "No thanks, I prefer the other way."

"Which is?"

"This," I mutter before pressing my lips to hers.

A voice speaks up from the other side of the kitchen, "Prongs, really!? No PDA in the kitchen!"

"Shut it, Sirius," Hermione says, going over to the table and picking up our one-year-old. "Come on, Harry, let's go tell Uncle Sirius to shush."

The toddler giggles as he's placed in Padfoot's lap.

And, that is why I love pizza