The hotel was bustling with what appeared to be just as many staff as there were patrons waiting in the lobby.

Bags were being whisked away, key cards were being handed to waiting hands, and nearly every second person was wearing a Manchester United jersey. 

James was positively giddy and practically vibrating with excitement, Lily had her face shoved into her phone as she (re)read the itinerary they had planned for James’ birthday trip, Remus arched his shoulders as he let his duffle fall to the ground and Sirius murmured promises of a back massage when they got to their room, and you people-watched. 

Your parents had given James (and all of his friends) tickets to the Manchester home game and a few nights stay at a posh hotel close to the stadium.

Lily, being James’ dutiful girlfriend, planned other things for the lot of you to do while you were here, too. Right now, however, you wanted nothing more than to get to your room, take a shower to wash the train off of your being, and go to sleep.

Mercifully, the check in counter cleared and your group stepped up to the waiting concierge. 

“Hi there! We’re checking in for Potter; group of five.” Lily offered kindly as she handed the man a copy of the booking number. 

“Right! Okay, so Potter, two rooms, each with a king, for three nights.” The man read from the screen, looking over in concern when six varied protests sounded from the group.

“No, I’m quite sure it’s meant to be three rooms.” Lily corrected quickly, offering you a worried glance before she nearly leaned over the welcome desk to peer at the computer monitor as if she was ready to take over for the concierge. 

The man hummed as he continued tapping keys and clicking his mouse and scrolling and please for the love of God don’t let there be a mix up.

There was, in fact, a mix up. One that involved you having to share a room with James and Lily or Remus and Sirius. It was going to be you that was the problem; not Lily who was counting on a romantic trip to celebrate her boyfriend, and not Remus and Sirius with their long-established relationship and promises of Remus’ massage.

The least you could do when you chose Remus and Sirius to stay with was not sleep in the bed. Your efforts to create a bed on the floor using spare pillows and blankets were interrupted by Sirius.

“You’re not actually going to sleep on the floor, right, love?” Sirius asked after the hotel door shut with a click behind him as he glanced around the room. Your response consisted of a half hearted shrug.

It was perhaps a bit tight, but if you set up your little nest underneath the window, neither boy should trip over you in the middle of the night should they need to use the loo.

“I really think the bed is big enough, {{user}}. And Sirius usually latches onto me in the night so you shouldn’t even notice we’re there.” Remus offered gently, watching as you flung the closet doors open to procure more bedding. 

He ignored your indignant shout as he immediately plucked your pillows and blankets off the floor from where you’d placed them and moved them to the end of the bed. “Respectfully, stop it and get in the fucking bed,” he continued, gently swatting at your hands as you tried to reclaim your makeshift bed.