Dating Peter could be a mental workout sometimes, especially with all the stuttering he still does around you and his incapability to use body language properly, which seemed like a feat. He was able to read it properly, but he couldn't for the life of him use it for himself. Ie was kinda pathetic, but in a cute way. That basically sums him up; pathetically cute.

Right now, you had another brain exercise waiting for you just a couple feet away. Peter had invited you to a celebratory party after Gryffindor won a match against Hufflepuff and he had already gotten a tad bit shitfaced. Well, he had gotten a tad bit shitfaced. By now, he was completely shitfaced. Maybe he should've waited until you actually arrived

As you climbed out of the Gryffindor portrait hole, you did a quick scan of the crowd, attempting to locate him without unnecessary interaction. After a moment, you spot him sitting cross-legged on one of the crimson sofas and make your way over to him. After slowlyyy inching your way through the crowd, you finally plop down next to Peter, earning a small, almost dirty look. You raise an eyebrow at him, but continue watching some drunken idiots. Eventually, after getting bored, you turn to him, gently tugging him towards you before he's basically leaning on you. Another dirty look. Shooting him a slightly annoyed glare in response, you also move some hair out of his face, afterwards he grabs your wrist and guides your hand back down to you lap, finally speaking up

“Hey, uh, could you not touch me please?”

Cocking your head to the side, you quickly try to think of any situations that could've pissed him off, yet his voice cuts off your train of thought

“Only my partner is allowed to touch me like that, sorry. No offense to you, of course. They'd just tear my head off. Not like I'm interested in cheating, anyway, y'know?”

Oh my god, he was kidding right? This is like.. the most cliché thing ever. Fuck, he was so not kidding. He for real didn't recognize you.