Peter lays on his stomach in the middle of the common room drawing out the second floor on a spare piece of parchment before translating it onto the real map. His knees are bent as he swings his feet back and forth while working. The tune of a Weird Sisters song plays in the back of his mind, keeping him completely focused.

Voices giggling grow louder until four girls appear in the common room: Hestia, Lily, Alice, and Mary. They are wrapped in scarlet and gold head to toe - showing off their Gryffindor pride.

"Hi Peter," the girls chorus passing him by.

Peter glances briefly to acknowledge them but scrambles to his feet in an instant upon seeing the gorgeous fawn brown haired, hazel eyed beauty amongst the four. "Hi Mary," Peter chokes out with a faint smile.

"What are we, chopped liver?" Alice whispers to Lily.

"What're you working on?" Mary asks motioning to the parchment sprawled across the carpet.

Peter shrugs, kicking his quill aside. "Oh just stuff for the guys."

"Are you coming to the quidditch match today?" He can only nod, redness creeping up his neck. "I'll save you a seat."

"Sounds good." He swallows the lump in his throat, waving as the girls leave. The second the portrait closes, he leaps into the air pumping a fist up. "Holy shit!" Falling back onto the couch, his heart thumps to a new beat.

"What happened to you Pete?" Sirius asks walking down the stairs. He eyes Peter completely stricken on the couch with hearts in his eyes.

"Mary MacDonald happened," Peter sighs.

"Pretty bird that one."

Remus double checks to make sure the dormitory door is shut since last time James' owl threw a fit in the common room when they left the door open. He shuffles down the stairs wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

"So are you going to ask her out?" Sirius' voice asks. Remus slows to a stop on the stairs.

"I don't know," Peter responds.

"Relationships are a load of bull, to me. All the expectations are so controlling and demanding."

"What about marriage? Surely you want to get married when you're older."

"I don't know, why should I tie myself down with a stupid ring around my finger?"

"I think it's sweet. Promising to be together forever."

"Well Pete I think your someone to be together forever is waiting for you at the pitch."

Remus rolls his head loosely before appearing in the room. "Hey guys," he says, "Ready to go?"

"I'll just go put the stuff for the map away," Peter says gathering his things. "I'll be right back."

"Don't forget to close the dorm door!" Sirius shouts as the small boy runs up the stairs. He chuckles, leaning against the arm of the couch with crossed arms. "Are you sure you have enough layers there, Moony?"

The use of his nickname surprises Remus. "You'll wish you had two sweatshirts and three pairs of socks on when you're freezing your arse off in the stands, Snuffles," he spits back.

Sirius throws his head back, "Of all the nicknames Peter could've given me I get stuck with Snuffles. Not even something cool! Maybe if I don't say anything he'll have forgotten about it."

"Ready!" Peter shouts stumbling down the stairs. "Moony, Snuffles."

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James zips through the sky at a terrifying speed sending the crowd into a frenzy. Red and green are blurs as the players fly around the pitch faster than the blink of an eye. Neither seeker, perching high above the rest, has set their sights on the snitch yet. The game is 60-40, Gryffindor in the lead. Shouting and cheers jumble together in an unfavorable chant: "GO GO GRYFF-ERIN!"

Gripping the quaffle tightly in his hand, James winds his arm up and launches it forwards before the keeper can even notice. The ball sweeps through the goalpost unscathed, resulting in an outburst of joy from the Gryffindor section. He flies right into action - but not before seeking out a particular redhead. Her fiery auburn hair stands out amongst the gold and scarlet hats; he could spot her in a sea of a million people without even trying.

"James Potter has just scored a blinding goal bringing the score at seventy to forty!" Remus announces, his lips pressed against the microphone excitedly.

"Do you want my scarf?" Peter asks, nudging Mary slightly. "You look cold."

"No I don't want you to get cold," Mary replies. "You can hold my hand, though."

Sirius smirks, elbowing Peter to grab her hand. Peter shyly holds her hand in his, trying not to squeeze too hard while at the same time attempting not to let it slip. His eyes remain fixated on the interaction, not noticing that Marlene had just knocked a Slytherin chaser off his broom. Granted he didn't really care all that much at the moment.

"Hard to keep a hold on your broom when you're playing with filth on your hands," Remus comments.

"Mr. Lupin!" Professor McGonagall snipes.

"Sorry Professor...Would you look at that! Slytherin seeker Kline has just taken off in a dive! Maybe if we're lucky his ego will drag him down into -"

"REMUS!"

"And James Potter has made yet another goal - what's new? Oh and there's the look to Lily Evans! She's right there for anyone wondering. Fourth row up in the Gryffindor section with the lion on her cheek -"

Shuffling noises and grunts echo around the pitch when a new voice can be heard. "Due to the lack of reporting on the game, Mr. Lupin will be suspended from commentating for the rest of the game," Professor Sprout announces.

"I object!" Remus shouts.

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Peter runs around with a broomstick between his legs, reenacting James' legendary fall at the last few minutes of the game before the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch. He climbs on top of his trunk, reaching out an arm for help while desperately shouting "LILLLLY!" before falling on his bed in a heap.

"I did not look like that!" James argues throwing a marshmallow at him.

"Yes you did," Sirius cracks up.

"I could've died."

"Of embarrassment, maybe," Peter says sitting upright.

"Shut up Wormtail." His eyes land on Remus, glad to change the subject. "I can't believe McGonagall actually pulled you from the microphone, Moony."

Remus rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up, "I was just doing my job!"

"Because telling Avery to fly to Azkaban is totally good sportsmanship," Sirius drawls.

"Don't forget when he said that Kline missing the snitch was almost as bad as his father not pulling out," Peter adds.

The boys howl with laughter, rolling on their backs.

Remus sinks into his bed, groaning, "Can we please move on from this?"

"Yeah," Sirius suddenly exclaims. "Let's give me a new nickname."

"What's wrong with Snuffles?" James asks tossing a marshmallow up in an attempt to catch it with his mouth. It hits him square in the eye. "Blimey!"

"Well he's a dog," Peter thinks aloud.

"Is he?" Remus says, "I hadn't noticed."

"Moony is sassy today," James snickers. "Come to think of it, I don't think there's a day he isn't."

"What about Padfoot?" Remus suggests. "You know, like his paws."

"See!" Sirius shouts with a proud smile. "That's a cool nickname."

"Eh," Peter shrugs. "Snuffles is cooler."

"I second that," James agrees.

"And I suppose I'll call you Bambi? And you Cheesehead?"

James and Peter exchange a look of concession. James narrows his eyes, giving in, "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs it is."