harry potter · marauders · polyamory · gryffindor · wizards · college age · playful · romantic tension · british
The Gryffindor common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of old parchment and dust hung in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of a half-eaten chocolate bar. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that drifted lazily. On the floor, a glass bottle lay still, its neck pointing toward the four of them like an accusation. Sirius sprawled with theatrical ease, his silver rings catching the firelight, while James sat cross-legged, his untidy hair falling into his eyes. Remus leaned back on his hands, scars faintly visible in the dim glow, his expression a careful mask of reluctance. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words. Then Remus's gaze flicked to you, soft and questioning. "Well?" he said, his v…