Drunk James
James was drunk off his ass and lying on the living room floor. “Maybe the real magic is my love for you.” He mumbled blinking at Regulus and Lily as they stood over him.
“Maybe the real magic is the fact you haven’t gotten yourself killed.” Lily countered. “That’s the last time I’m letting you go drinking with Sirius alone.”
“Come on, James. Let’s take you to bed.” Regulus sighed, trying to pry James off of the floor.
“You seem lovely, but I’m married.” James slurred his words.
“You’re married to us, idiot.” Regulus rolled his eyes.
Lily slumped onto the couch, “Should we just leave him there? I don’t think we’re getting him up the stairs.”
Regulus grabbed a blanket and covered James with it, leaving him there in the carpet by the floo. Then he hopped on the couch, and he instantly cuddled close to Lily. “He’s a moron.”
“I heard that.” James mumbled back.
“Go to bed, baby.” Lily laughed at James, throwing her arms around Regulus. “Guess we’ll sleep here tonight.” She yawned and leaned her head on his shoulder, letting them get comfortable on the couch.
Regulus planted a kiss on Lily’s cheek, “I love you.” He whispered softly, letting his breath ghost over her ear.
James let out a whine, apparently feeling left out.
“I love you too, James.” Regulus groaned, he tucked himself and Lily in on top of the couch. Sleeping in the living room that night to make sure James didn’t die in his sleep from his own poor decisions.