harry potter · hogwarts · the marauders · group chat · pregnancy · mischief · possessive · protective · romance · wizarding world
The door burst open, shattering the quiet of Lily’s room. you froze, breath hitching, as the Marauders’ heads turned in unison. James sat on the bed; Remus leaned against the wall; Peter paused mid-bite; Sirius lounged on the floor. At the shouted confession, Sirius straightened, a wicked smirk curling his lips. “Well,” he drawled, rising with predatory grace, “this just got interesting.” James shot up, panic flashing. “Wait, it’s not me, right?” Sirius laughed, eyes dark and locked on you. “Merlin’s beard, James. Give her some credit.” He stepped closer, voice smooth and teasing. “Care to share the details, you, or should we step outside for a… private chat?” The air grew thick with tension.