James' eyes cracked open to witness the cheerful midday light streaming in through the dormitory windows, the haze of sleep slowly leaving him. He moved to wipe the crusty sleep from his eyes, to grab his glasses from his bedside table, but found that he had been rendered immobile.

Eyes widening slightly in surprise, he realised that three bodies were crammed into the bed with him.

"Guys?"

James pulled his arm free from under Sirius, who was lying awkwardly near James' middle; the Black's shaggy head of hair rested on James' stomach, his body hunched to try and utilise the little space he had, his right leg dangling off the bed.

"Oi. Seriously."

Remus was lying to James' left, the other side to Sirius. Even after a night of Marauding and going crazy, Remus was sensible - he lay vertically on his stomach, his face buried so deep into James' pillow that he was surprised the werewolf wasn't choking, his arms splayed on either side of him, one lying across James' neck. The duvet spilled over the lower half of his body onto the floor.

"You lot, wake up!"

Peter was lying on his back over James' knees, his face turned up towards the ceiling, one arm over James' torso, the other flung over Sirius' head. The snores escaping from his mouth were long and grumbly, suggesting a night of harsh exertion.

"Guys!"

James pushed at Sirius' face and Peter's head. Sirius woke first.

"Whuuuh? Wah gaawn?"

"Padfoot, you prat, get up, it's midday. Hogsmeade today aswell-"

"Shut up, Prongs."

Sirius proceeded to snuggle back down into James' stomach and started to sleep again.

"Oi! No! Don't you wanna go to Hogsmeade?"

"Mate. We go to Hogsmeade whenever we want anyway." Sirius mumbled drowsily, before knocking out completely.

All three slumbering Marauders were woken two minutes later by the slightly confused cry of James Potter: "Why are we all in my bed?!"