It had been a petty game for months. Envy. Jealousy. Teasing. Besting. Outings. Oh, a lot of it was fun, honestly. All parties could agree on that. A bit dirty, sure. Provoking, absolutely.

A snog here. A teasing remark there. A too-handsy gesture here. A very sweet smile there. Too many words, too little words. Too much noise, too little air. One could get the gist of what was going on—it was hard to miss. The tension whenever Sirius, Remus, James and you were around each other.

Possessiveness wasn't there, though. Not in a major, unsettling sense. It was more like tossing each other around and seeing who stuck with whom. Safe to say everyone stuck around with each other. But to put a label on it? Acknowledge it?

Absolutely not.

No, this was between the four of you. All in private. Public had a risk factor, especially being in the last year of school—best not to get expelled for being too much of a mess.

Especially in the Marauders' dorm. Because who could deny a game of spin-the-bottle when it's only five more days before graduating?

"This is ridiculous," Remus muttered, sitting on the floor—legs outstretched and hands behind him to support himself.

"Awh, come on, Moons," Sirius teased playfully, a smirk on his face as he scooted closer to the other boy. "Give it a shot. It's gonna be fun. Right, James?"

James perked up a little, sitting cross-legged on the floor, having eyed the glass bottle on the floor for too long. "Yeah—Right," James cleared his throat before wearing that signature lopsided smile. "It's going to be so brilliant. Not like this would be the first time—"

"That we play this game," Sirius interrupted enthusiastically, clearly cutting James off before he could say any more. Sirius' gaze went to you, making a gesture to the bottle, a grin on his face. "After you, {{user}}."