After dinner, which I admit was quite good, the four of us were sprawled across the couches in the living room playing truth or dare. But we weren't playing the normal truth or dare, because that's too boring.

"I have firewhiskey, vodka, and absinthe." I announced as Sirius and I set down the three bottles on the coffee table.

James grabbed a glass from the table and unscrewed the bottle of absinthe. The bright green alcohol splashed as it settled into the cup.

"I want to be psychedelic."

Remus rolled his eyes, "There's no actual proof."

"And? I am simply testing a theory."

I grabbed the bottle of vodka off the table and poured it into my glass. The good thing about having distant parents who care about traveling more than they care about their own kids is that they bring back the most amazing gifts from their trips.

Hence, the Russian vodka that was now filling my cup.

I took several sips of the drink, and let it burn as it slithered down my throat.

"Moony, truth, or dare?" I asked.

The brunette boy looked up at me as he took a sip of his firewhiskey. Remus rarely drinks, but I was glad that he was finally joining the party tonight.

"Truth."

All eyes were on me as I took another sip of my drink. I stifled a laugh as a thought popped into my mind. This is going to be good.

"My dear Remus," I laughed, "What are your kinks?"

Remus blushed red as James poured himself another drink in anticipation. Sirius, on the other hand, was laughing his arse off.

"I-"

"If you don't want to answer, I can tell you!"

"Sirius-, no!" Remus hissed back, his blush creeping back up his face.

James leaned back up against the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table. He had changed out of his previous outfit and was wearing grey sweatpants with his Gryffindor quidditch jumper.

He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and brushed away a stray curl that hung above his brow bone.

It was quite a sight.

Remus cleared his throat before speaking in a hushed voice, "Sirius."

James and I burst out laughing. The best thing was that he was one hundred percent Sirius-, I mean serious.

"As it should be." Sirius teased as he poured another glass of absinthe.

"I'm going to get you back for that, Vixen."

I scoffed at him, "I'd like to see you try."

Once our laughter died down, Remus chose his victim. "Prongs, truth, or dare?"

James sat up straight, "Dare."

"Whisper something dirty to the person to your right."

James looked at me.

Shit, I was sitting to his right.

Remus was already making me pay up-, even if it wasn't directly.

"Is this okay?" James whispered to me.

I nodded, "Yes."

Sirius was laughing, and I shot him a glare in an attempt to shut him up. Thankfully, it worked. I slid across the floor closer to James.

He tucked my golden blonde hair behind my ear and leaned in close to me. James smelled like fresh chocolate chip cookies, lemon broom polish, and a distinct cologne.

I felt goosebumps trail down my body as his warm touch meet my skin.

Remus was staring directly at me with a smirk on his face as James leaned in close to me. 'You're welcome' he mouthed to me from across the table.

James exhaled on my neck before he whispered. "First, you're going to get on your knees,"

My breath hitched.

"Then, I'm going to feel your pretty little mouth around me."

The butterflies that had been in my stomach traveled down south as James pulled away from me, leaving me longing for his touch again.

I knew that my face was bright red because I could feel the heat on my cheeks, and Remus and Sirius were fighting their own laughs at my embarrassment.

James took a sip of his vodka, "Easy."

I tucked my hair behind my other ear, "Yeah-, easy."

"The look on your face says otherwise." Remus teased.

I took another sip of my drink, "What else am I supposed to do? Sit there emotionless?"

Sirius smirked, "See-, it wasn't emotions that you were feeling-"

"Please shut the fuck up, Padfoot." James muttered as he leaned against the couch, staring at the tall, arched ceilings.

Sirius refilled his glass, "I, for one, will be too hungover tomorrow to go on another one of those adventures, so I will be in bed-, all day."

"I second that." I slurred as the alcohol began to take its effect.

James chuckled, "I third."

Remus rolled his eyes and raised his glass, "And I will be making breakfast."

"You're such husband material." Sirius slurred, leaning his head on Remus's shoulder.

As the drinks kept flowing, the game kept getting more and interesting, and everyone was becoming more and more out of it.

Remus had stopped after two drinks, Sirius-, well I lost count after the fifth, James had four, and I had four-, at least I think I did.

"Vix, truth, or dare?" Sirius asked, his words blending together.

"Dare." I replied.

Sirius laughed and knocked his head back, "Oh I've been waiting for you to say that."

"Uh oh." Remus muttered.

James' eyes widened, "I'm fucking scared for you."

I dismissed them, "It can't be that bad-, Padfoot is too drunk to form coherent sentences."

"Am not!" Sirius yelled, almost dropping his bottle of firewhiskey-, which we made him switch to after his second glass of absinthe.

"Bloody hell, just give me the dare!"

An evil glint appeared in Sirius's cloudy grey eyes. "I dare you to sit on James' lap for the rest of the game."

James spit out his water.

I coughed, "This is absurd."

"Or, you can forfeit and we can all prank you as we please for the next week."

"Fine! I hate you, Sirius." I claimed as I stumbled onto James' lap. "Happy now?"

"Yes," Sirius admitted, "And so is Potter."

I flipped him off, "I think I would know if Prongs was excited."

Remus was snickering at our arguing. He was most likely going to be the only one to remember anything tomorrow, which means it's going to be even funnier hearing him tell us the events of tonight.

James shifted uncomfortably beneath me. Somehow we kept ending up in positions like this.

I blame Sirius.

After making Remus say the dirtiest thing he's ever said, Sirius was on the verge of blacking out so he and Remus went upstairs to bed.

"I guess I can get off you now." I joked as I carefully stood up.

James smirked, "I guess so."

I extended my hand to James and helped him up off the floor.

"Can you walk up the stairs? I can carry you."

As much as I wanted to be independent, I was far too drunk and dizzy to walk up two flights of stairs without falling and splitting my head open.

When I didn't answer, James reached out for me and flung me over his shoulder. And I let him.

I laughed as James went up the stairs at an extremely slow pace.

"My grandma walks faster than this." I teased, poking James' back.

His body moved as he laughed, "Well I'm also tipsy, and carrying you. I can always just drop you if I please-"

"Kidding!"

"That's what I thought, Daph."

When we finally reached the third-floor landing, James walked down our hallway, stopping at my door instead of his.

The alcohol was making me tired, and sleep was threatening to take me away any second now.

James pulled back my covers with one hand before carefully setting me down into my bed. He kissed my forehead, "Goodnight Daphne."

Feeling quite bold-, most likely from the alcohol, or maybe the fact of how caring he is, I grabbed James's hand as he began walking away.

"James-," His hazel eyes met mine, "Can you stay?"

He took a step towards me, "Are you sure?"

I flipped back the covers, "I'm sure."

A bit hesitantly, James walked across the other side of my bed before climbing in. He pulled the covers up over his body and scooted closer to me.

I rolled over to face him, "Goodnight James."

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, I rolled back around and nudged up close to his warm body.

After a moment's consideration, James wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. His sleepy voice muttered into my hair, "Sleep well."

Maybe it was the fact I was under the influence, but I think it was because I was falling asleep in James' arms-, but I have never fallen asleep faster than I have knowing that I'm safe in his arms.

• • • • •

The morning light shining in through the window was waking me from possibly the best sleep of my life. The faint sound of the blackbirds singing was the only sound besides the steady breathing of James Potter.

His arms were still wrapped tightly around me, restricting my movement, but I wasn't complaining. I could see James' biceps through his sweater.

His arms look pretty good around me.

I rolled around in his embrace to face him.

James was still sound asleep, and his messy hair was even messier as his curls, which are the color of ink, were sprawled across the pillow.

I usually have nightmares every time I close my eyes, but I haven't the past two nights-, both of which I had fallen asleep with James.

We shouldn't make a habit of this, even though I would very much like to.

Gazing at the sleeping boy next to me, all I felt was affection and love towards him. Towards James Potter.

Merlin, kill me now.

James rustled around in his sleep, and his breathing became less steady as he began waking up. I smirked as James groaned at the light entering the room through the arched windows that lined the bedroom.

I pushed away a stray curl as James' eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, Daphne." He mumbled in his sleepy morning voice.

I smiled, "Good morning, James."

He looked around the bedroom, before glancing back at me with a grin.

"How are you feeling?" James asked.

I ran a hand through my messy hair, "Headache, but that's it. What about you?"

"Headache."

We laid in my bed in a comfortable silence before I let out a small laugh.

James turned to look at me, "What?"

"We really shouldn't make a habit of falling asleep in each other's arms." I confessed, turning to look at him.

James' eyes were brown infused with grey, with dark blue flecks spread throughout his irises. He had the prettiest eyes.

"I don't see any issue with it, I've slept wonderfully." James revealed.

I smiled softly, "Me too."

"Then I don't see an issue with it, as long as it's okay with you?"

"But what about when we get back to Hogwarts?"

James ran a hand through his hair, making his biceps flex underneath his jumper. He pursed his lips, "We still have two weeks in our little 'Christmas in a foreign country' bubble."

"I don't want to leave our 'Christmas in a foreign country' bubble."

He chuckled, "I don't think any of us do."

We fell back into silence, but it was a comfortable one. I always felt comfortable around James-, well all three of the boys.

"Want some coffee for your headache?"

James' morning voice broke the silence.

I sat up in bed and stretched, "That would be wonderful."

James followed my actions as he sat up and stretched, "Let's go make some then."

"Only if you wear the apron." I teased.

James threw a pillow at me, "Aprons are classy. I have no shame."

I threw the pillow back at him with a laugh, "Whatever you say, Potter."

"Ouch-, I sleep in your bed and you resort to calling me Potter."

I rolled my eyes, "What else do you want me to call you?"

James opened my bedroom door, "I don't know, something cute like darling, dear, mon chéri."

"In your dreams." I joked as I walked down the stairs.

James was trailing behind me, "Maybe I'll just start calling you Beaufort then-"

"Don't-, I hate my last name."

I heard James smirk behind me, "Then change it."