JAMES HELPIMG READER WHEN THEY ARE DOWN OR STRESSED ABOUT WORK

That’s what friends do [J.P]

A/n: fueling my own and @sarahisslytherin ‘s James moment.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Words: 3.7k

Summary: James is your best friend, you’re just friends… or that’s what you keep telling yourself and everyone else, but you can only lie for so long.

Warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort, James and reader both being so blind, mention of food, kissing, mention of crying and headaches. As always lmk if I missed anything.

Loud cheering encapsulated you, a bubble of excitement all around; your voice was hoarse from all the shouting you were doing, cheering loudly for the Gryffindor team - more specifically, a bespectacled boy on said team.

The tips of your ears were red, and your fingers hurt from the cold, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you saw James zooming past you as he caught sight of the very wanted snitch.

“Go on, Jamie!” You shouted, even though you knew there was no logical way he would ever be able to hear your voice over the sound of wind in his ears.

The whole quidditch pitch broke into even louder cheers when, over the speaker, the announcer yelled.

“JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!”

Your throat burned from shouting, your gloved hands clapping even though they made nothing but small thumping noises.

You searched, and finally, your eyes met James’. Your heart leapt in your chest at the huge smile that decorated his lips, lighting up his entire face.

He flew toward you on the stands, stopping in front of you. He let out a surprised laugh as you leapt almost entirely over the railing to engulf him in a tight hug. He kept one hand on his broom to stabilise himself, using his free arm to hug you just as tightly.

“You did it,” you sighed happily, burying yourself in the warmth of him.

“I think your cheering did it,” he grinned, squeezing you before you detached yourself from him so that you wouldn’t fall off the stands.

You shook your head with a laugh, “I’ll meet you for the celebration in the common room…- I’ll get you a butterbeer.”

James cheered happily, “I won’t say no to that…- see you in a bit, sweetheart.”

And with that, he flew from you, leaving you to walk from the stands with Remus.

“Tell me again why you’re not dating?” Remus asked.

“I’ve said this a hundred times; we’re just good friends… Jamie’s not even interested in me,” you explained with an eye roll.

Remus stopped in his tracks, “sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” you cocked your head to the side, staring at him with a dumbfounded look.

“That you were blind,” he deadpanned.

You scoffed, hitting him lightly on his arm, “you’re a fucking menace, Remus Lupin.”

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The common room was warm, almost a sauna compared to outside, but you didn’t mind. Your legs were jittery as you waited for the team. People spoke happily around you, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you sat on the couch and listened.

“So, y/n/n… you and Prongs have any wild plans this evening?” Sirius asked, his signature mischievous smirk inching its way onto his seemingly innocent face.

“I don’t know; I guess we were planning on spending it here with you guys,” you shrugged, but Sirius only gave you a knowing look.

“Come on, y/n.”

“Come on, what?” you threw your hands out, exasperated.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Sirius frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the cushions of the armchair.

“I’m serious! You and Remus act like Jamie, and I have some huge secret, and we don’t!”

“No, I’m Sirius…- you guys are a couple if I ever saw one.”

It was your turn to cross your arms, huffing as you leaned back, trying to ignore Sirius as he started singing, “y/n and Prongs sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G….”

You were well annoyed, so annoyed you didn’t register the cheering - or a tall curly-haired boy who, with quick long strides, came up directly behind you.

You yelped when a pair of strong hands hooked themselves under your arms, forcing you up from the couch. You frowned, about to give someone a firm talking to about personal space, but turning, you saw James jump over the back of the couch and settling in your spot; after getting comfortable, he pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap, giving you a big hug.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed into your neck, tickling your skin.

“Jamie, that tickles,” you giggled, relaxing against him.

“Jamie, that tickles,” Sirius mocked with a high pitched tone, “Merlin, get a room.”

“Shut up, Pads…- let me enjoy my winning moment,” James said, voice muffled as he refused to leave the warmth of your neck.

“Oh, so I expect you’re planning on hugging all of us like that?” Sirius smirked.

James detached from your neck, lolling your head against his shoulder so he could speak to Sirius. Before he could, he took a moment, just looking at you. You looked relaxed, eyes willing themselves not to shut, but the immense amount of cheering had obviously drained you.

“Do you want me to hug you like this?” James asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering his voice ever so slightly.

“Good point,” Sirius chuckled, choosing to join in on Remus and Peters conversation and leaving you “friends” to have your moment.

James looked back down at you, your eyes now shut, slipping off into dreamland. James chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss all over your face - because that’s definitely something a friend would do.

Your eyes opened, and you giggled, pushing at his face.

“Jamie, stop… I’m awake.”

“Hmm, just had to make sure,” he smiled cheekily, kissing around a couple of more times for good measure.

You laughed a little more before snuggling back against his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“Tell me a story?” you spoke softly, grabbing his free hand, playing with his fingers.

.

Your body felt warm and comfortable, a pair of arms around you as you woke. You blinked your eyes open, confused for the first five seconds before your brain could register that you were still on the common room couch, laying on top of a sleeping James. As if he could feel you stir, he tightened his grip on you, holding onto you like a child holding onto a teddy bear.

You realised you must have fallen asleep, the whole common room empty, and the light was bleeding in from the large windows, the fire on its last breath from the evening before.

You reached a hand up, stroking along James’ face softly, “Jamie, we fell asleep on the couch.”

He only grunted, scrunching his nose, squeezing you.

“Jamie,” you whispered softly with a giggle, “we gotta get up.”

“No,” he said plainly, his voice groggy with sleep. It made your heart leap in your chest.

You poked his cheek, but he didn’t budge, so you poked again and again until he cracked one eye open to look at you, a displeased pout on his lips.

“You’re blurry…- I don’t even remember taking off my glasses,” he grumbled, moving his limps to get the sleep out of them, his knees and back cracking as he sat up, making you giggle.

“You’re an old man.”

“Oh, am I now?” he grinned, jumping you, tickling you all over.

You squealed, laughing and squirming around the couch, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Please, Ja-Jamie,” you laughed, “I’m gonna pee.”

“Am I an old man?”

“N-no… you’re not,” you caved, laughing. He seemed pleased with your answer, stopping his tickling assault on you.

“That’s what I thought, love,” he smirked, leaving a small peck on your forehead.

“Yeah yeah, you win this time,” you brushed him off, giving him a playful grin.

.

“You didn’t come to bed last night,” Remus pointed out, a slight smirk playing on his otherwise casual face.

“Did you finally man up and show y/n/n a good time?” Sirius smirked, his tone teasing as he snickered when James choked on his pumpkin juice.

“Come on, would you two stop…- we talked, and we fell asleep on the couch, no big deal,” James shrugged, pretending to focus on the paper on the table.

Sirius threw a grape at James, hitting him on the forehead; James looked up with a scowl on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Sirius frowned before stuffing his face with a scone.

“Am not!”

Remus sighed, looking at James from over his book, “James… you’re practically already a couple, and you’re obviously madly in love with her, but if you don’t tell her how you feel, somebody will and steal her away from you…- so stop being such a wuss and just tell her already.”

James blinked slowly but shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… we’re just frie-“

“Hi Jamie,” you smiled, interrupting James’ sentence.

He smiled widely at you, patting the spot beside him, inviting you to sit.

“Hi, sweetheart, come sit…- I saved a croissant for you,” he said, holding up the pastry.

You grinned, taking a seat, completely missing the way both Remus and Sirius rolled their eyes and the latter muttering a small ‘fucking unbelievable… it’s like we’re air’.

You scooted close to James, your leg brushing his under the table. A smile and a warm blush decorated your face as James absentmindedly began filling your plate, grabbing things from the middle of the table he knew you liked. He went back to “reading” the paper whilst keeping an eye on you while you ate happily, his left hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

A peaceful feeling settled over the both of you, the chatter of your fellow students falling into the background. Glancing over at the paper on the table, James moved it so you both could read, though none of you was.

The peace was broken when Marlene came over, standing behind Remus and Sirius on the opposite side of the table, “Hey, you guys,” she smiled, giddily bouncing in place.

“- and congratulations… took you long enough.”

You just smiled with a furrowed brow, “congratulations on what?”

“You know… finally getting together..?” she said, visibly confused by your confusion.

Both you and James laughed awkwardly, “we’re not together,” you answered, looking between her, Sirius and Remus, the awkwardness rising in your little bubble.

“But… I saw you this morning, in the common room, and you looked adorable by the way… and right now,” she said, pointing to how you were sitting, “you’re sitting like that… I’m sorry, I just assumed.”

James quickly removed his hand from your thigh, scooting away from you ever so slightly, but not without missing the way your face dropped as you looked at him quickly.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out; you looked like a fish out of water. Luckily… or unluckily, James started speaking before you could find the words.

“Y/l/n and I are just friends…- I mean, could you even imagine us together?”

Now, you looked at him again, hurt the only thing written on your face, both from his use of your surname and his words.

Deep inside, you always had some hope that he saw you as just a little more than a friend, but his words clearly proved that you were the only one out of the two of you who harboured feelings.

You had to open and close your mouth a couple of more times before something remotely close to an answer came to mind, “right… we’re just friends… imagine us together, right,” you whispered the last part with a small, humourless laugh, concealing your pain. You could feel your eyes turn glassy, which was the last thing you wanted; you didn’t want to cry over something so stupid. You loved James, even if all he wanted were friendship, you’d gladly take all you could get, though you couldn’t suppress the tears as they welled up in your eyes, the sting in your heart too painful. Marlene, Remus and Sirius all gave you sympathetic looks, a distinct look of regret passing over Marlene’s face.

You stood quickly, not wanting to cry at the breakfast table, “excuse me, I forgot my… potions book.”

You scurried away quickly, out the big doors of the great hall, ignoring James’ call after you.

“We don’t have potions today!” his voice lowered as he sunk back into his seat with a frown.

Sirius reached across the table, smacking James over the head, “good job, nitwit, now you’ve done it.”

“Ow! I didn’t do anything!”

“You hurt her feelings, James,” Remus breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I just said that we’re friends… which we are… I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings,” James frowned, looking at the doors, hoping to see you walk back through - but you didn’t.

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The rest of the day James spent sulking, hoping to at least catch a small glimpse of you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s y/n?” he turned in his seat and whispered to Lily as the transfiguration lesson started. The seat beside him, your chair, remained empty.

Lily gave him a tight-lipped but sympathetic smile, “she’s got a headache, said she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, so I told her to take a nap.”

She failed to mention that she’d spent the 30 minutes before class hugging you close after you came into the dorm room sobbing your eyes out; the said headache was a result of your crying over a very blind curly-haired boy.

“Oh, I’ll go see her after class then.”

“No!”

James raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, but Lily quickly cleared her throat, “I mean, she’s just napping, so it would be silly to disturb her…- let’s just leave her alone for a bit, yeah?”

James hesitated, fighting an inner battle, but opted for giving Lily a simple nod, not wishing to go against her.

He looked at your seat and sighed - he really had fucked up.

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For the rest of the day, he didn’t see you, but he listened to Lily and didn’t check on you, even though it was killing him not to make sure you were okay and perhaps talk about what had happened.

So, when you didn’t show during dinner, he was very ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go see you.

“Is y/n coming?” he asked Remus hopefully but was quickly discouraged when he saw the look on his face.

“She’s eating with Marlene and Dorcas in the library… they had a, uhm, study date thing,” he said, very unconvincingly, not looking up from his book.

“She’s avoiding me,” James sighed sadly, picking at his food with his fork, his appetite gone at the thought that he’d upset you enough for you not to want to be around him.

Remus sighed as well, finally looking up, “just give her time…- try looking at it this way… would you be upset if she said the things you did?”

“Yeah.”

“Her feelings were hurt, and she’s upset, but she loves you, James, she’ll come around.” Remus smiled at him, even though it upset him to see his friend this sad, especially because James looks like a kicked puppy whenever he’s sad.

“I just hate that I made her this upset… you know I love her,” James pouted, his voice almost a whisper, “I’m an idiot.”

Remus nodded, along with Sirius beside him, “yep.”

.

The empty common room felt uncharacteristically cold and uninviting, the flames from the fire doing nothing to warm James up. He was wracking his brain for a plan to apologise and talk to you, flicking through the many scenarios and the countless speeches he could dramatically say to you, but none were good enough.

He was zoned out, just staring at the orange and yellow hues that bounced through the fireplace. The others had left James to wallow many hours ago, telling him not to be too harsh on himself and get some sleep - but how could he, knowing that you were laying in your bed heartbroken, probably frowning in your sleep, it cracked his heart.

He wondered if you were able to sleep and if you’d been crying - because he certainly had. He wondered how quickly you’d get over it. You weren’t the type of person to wallow like he was, but what if tomorrow you’d find someone new, someone better - someone who wouldn’t break your heart like some typical asshole guy.

His thoughts were loud, but the sound of footsteps descending the stairs pulled him from the static noise in his brain. He was fully ready to hide or ignore the person and just go to bed; he wasn’t prepared for your figure to be the one he saw. You were dressed in a pair of fuzzy socks, sleep shorts and an old t-shirt you’d stolen from James months ago, one you’d sworn you hadn’t taken, you had even helped him look for it - sneaky girl, he thought.

Your expression was unreadable; you looked sad and tired, rubbing your arm as you stared at him, unable to find the words to say, again.

“Hi, sweetheart,” James broke the silence, desperately trying to get things back to the way they were, choosing to pretend that he didn’t see the track of dried tears on your cheeks.

“Can’t sleep,” you mumbled, not moving from your place at the end of the staircase, fully ready to ascend them again when he inevitably would reject you.

James’ face softened, somehow happy that you were facing insomnia as he was.

“Come here,” he smiled, patting his lap.

You slowly walked over, hesitantly crawling onto his lap, sitting stiffly on him, unsure what was too much.

You only had to sit for five seconds before he had his arms around you, cradling your body against his, so you could relax your head against his shoulder.

It was instantaneous, the relaxed sigh you let out, unable to conceal it. The lack of tiredness you’d felt before gone, sleep now weighing down your eyes. You snuggled closer against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, listening to his slow breathing, feeling his pulse against your forehead.

James felt it as well, the same relaxed feeling travelling over his entire body, ecstatic that he was finally allowed to hold you again, even though it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’d last held you - it still felt like forever without you.

“I love you, James,” you mumbled against his neck. You could feel his breath hitch and his pulse pick up, but you couldn’t let it stop you.

“- I know you love me too, even though it’s not the same way I love you… I just needed you to know so that you can end our friendship if it’s too weird for you.”

You soaked up the silence from the slight pause that followed your words, refusing to detach yourself from the safety of his neck.

His arms around you squeezed you, pecking the top of your head.

“Can you look at me? Please, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, waiting for you to look up at him.

You couldn’t allow yourself to hope, but you did… you always did when you looked in his eyes, and this time wasn’t any different.

“Sweetheart… my beautiful, sweet, amazing, funny, adorable, only slightly annoying, wonderful girl,” he grinned, chuckling as you smacked his arm.

“- Of course I love you as a friend… but I am also crazily, stupidly, in love with you, more than you could ever know… I’d be absolutely mad not to be….”

“- you are amazing, and I can’t begin to tell you how many times I hoped you felt the same, but I really believed you didn’t… and then-then I go and hurt you because I’m just the biggest idiot in the wizarding AND muggle world.”

You smiled, “we’re both idiots… - two idiots who luckily love each other.”

James looked like a five-year-old child on Christmas morning, hugging you tightly before resting his forehead against yours.

“We love each other,” he giggled dreamily, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You nodded, closing your eyes before your lips finally met in a tender kiss. You moved with him, letting the feeling of electricity, fireworks and all those typical romantic cliches overtake you. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, but hungry against yours, moving as if he was making up for lost time or scared you’d disappear if he opened his eyes. You kissed him back with as much intensity, whining from the force of him against you, a huge weight lifting from both of your shoulders.

He laughed breathlessly as you yawned, breaking the kiss with a tired smile.

“You already bored of me, baby?” he joked, squeezing your hip.

Your heart fluttered at the new pet name, a pink blush settling on your cheeks.

“I’m just tired,” you smiled, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, I’m only teasing… I know you could never be bored of all this,” he wiggled his brows as you chuckled at him.

“Don’t be so cocky, Potter,” you smirked, knowing how much James despised being called Potter by you.

“I won’t be accepting Potter anymore… I’ll gladly take, baby, babe, honey, love of my life, the sexiest man I know and so on, but never Potter.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to stifle another yawn, “All alright, love of my life, can we sleep now?”

James smiled triumphantly, tightening his grip on you, shifting to lay down with you against him.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered, listening to your breathing slow, loving the way you snuggled impossibly closer to him.

“I love you, Jamie.”

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“Here you go, baby,” James grinned, placing the croissant on your plate before finding more foods to load onto your pile.

“Thank you, Jamie,” you smiled softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kept you close, saying that he didn’t believe in personal space, keeping an arm around you, with his hand on your hip to keep you against him.

“Do you want tea?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to finish a whole mug,” you looked up at him, his eyes looking like hearts as he smiled down at you.

“We can share, my love,” he pecked your forehead, pouring the tea into the mug in front of him.

“Oh gods, this is worse than before,” Sirius said with disgust, suppressing a fake gag.

“At least they can both see now,” Remus smiled into his book, ignoring Sirius’ gags and your back and forth whispers of ‘I love you’.

Sirius: in my defense your honor, I did it for the aesthetic

thinking of watching jo march say, "i'm so sick of people saying love is all a woman is fit for! i am so sick of it! but i'm so lonely!" for the first time, feeling like your soul left your body and thinking, oh, someone was brave enough to say it out loud.

Sirius: Remus, are you talking to yourself?

Remus: Yes

Remus: It’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation in this damn house.

alright. fuck small talk. let’s overshare about our trauma while we listen to hozier and drink day old iced coffee.

Gorgeous gorgeous girls are anti romantics irl with a shelf full of romance books

Andromeda: I would like to propose-

Ted: oh?

Andromeda: -an idea.

Ted: oh.

Andromeda: We should get married.

Summer Romance with James Potter Mood Board

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

Comfort is found in a person (2.3k)

summary: james is always there for you, for anything. but most of all, when you need comfort.

warnings: mentions food, making out

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: alright okay, so I changed up the request a little and added a wolfstar plot. hope u like it!!!!

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"So, do you really think Moony has a new boyfriend?" You ask James casually, stuffing your mouth with more chocolate from Remus' small stash.

James nods and tries to talk while his mouth is full, causing him to drop a few chewed-up pieces of chocolate from his mouth. You scrunch up your face in disgust and kick him playfully on the chest. "Oh, James that's disgusting."

He chuckles with his hand over his mouth, making sure he finished everything inside his mouth before talking again. "Mm, yeah. I think he does." He says this while raising his eyebrows and nodding his head toward Remus' bed.

The bed that's messed up and not yet made. "I don't get it. Does that just mean he's slept?" You ask dumbfounded.

James rolls his eyes at you, patting your leg and getting ready to explain. Right now, you're currently laying back on James' bed while he's slumping over the opposite end of his bed. James lifts his body gently, then sits beside you against the pillows. "Y/n ... look at Moony's bed, then look at Pads." He says, smirking at you as you figure it all out.

Your mouth parts in shock, "No!" You scoff unbelievably, "Really? I have to say, I actually expected this from them, Jamie." You laugh softly, still glancing between Remus and Sirius' beds.

"Ah, me too. Moony's been talking about him forever. He's covering it up by not telling me the name of this so-called guy he fancies. But I found out when he shuts up about it in front of Pads." James grins.

You smile up at him, "Yeah, you're smart like that." As soon as you say that, he flushes deep red in both of his cheeks. The only reason you love complimenting James is because of how red and flustered he gets. But that isn't the only reason you do it, you also do it because you mean it.

James is about to speak when the door bangs loudly. No one is coming in, but both of you can tell that someone's snogging against it. "Eh, see?" James gestured toward the door, then lifted a hand to signal you to stay still.

"Shouldn't we get out of here?" You ask him, getting ready to lift your leg and take off from his bed.

James waves a hand at you, "No. Let's just wait here and confront them about it. I can't believe I had to find out myself about this." He says, at the last part a little more disappointed.

Just when you were about to pull James' hand up and get him out of there— the door opens up and Remus and Sirius come stumbling in clumsily. They don't see you and James though, both too occupied in kissing the other. Sirius has his hands on Remus' neck, clinging to him as he's a little shorter. Remus can't help but breathe out little sighs and whispers to Sirius.

This goes on for a minute until you clear your throat, looking away from them. Your hand is still tucked with James and you're in a half-standing, half-sitting position. Remus blushes hard, burying his face in his hands. Sirius however, just grins happily while he brings Remus in closer with a hand around his shoulder.

"Well, well," James starts, clearly looking bitterly at the two boys. "You didn't care to tell me about this?" He asked with a loud tone, "I thought I was your best mate, guess not anymore." He says, with his lip closed tightly.

You laugh at him, letting go of his hand but instead wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling. "Don't be dramatic, Jamie." You tell him, slumping back on the bed and playing with his fingers.

Sirius, from the other side of the room— who looked utterly messed up after his post snogging session, mocked. "Yeah, Jamie don't be dramatic." He finished with loud laughter.

Remus slapped Sirius on the chest and moved from his place beside him to walk over to James' bed. "Sorry, we didn't tell you, Prongs. It just happened a few weeks ago. At the Ravenclaw party, Pads was drunk. And ... and I helped him clean up and— he uh ... he kissed me." Remus turned red at the last part, biting his lips and glancing at Sirius for a moment.

Sirius winked at him, "Yeah, it wasn't a big thing or anything."

James seemed to like Remus' explanation better, patting him on the back and hugging him. Then James assures him it was fine and he loved seeing his two best friends happy with each other. He was happy for them. After listening to countless hours of Remus talking and talking about this boy. And Remus wasn't usually the talking type, so with him being boy-crazed— James had a slight suspicion.

When Sirius was about to excuse himself outside, James joins him and they both go down to talk in the common room. This leaves you with Remus, who still had a tint of red in his cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you, Rem." You smile at him softly, "I mean, fucking finally. I can tell how long you've been obsessed with Sirius." You pat him sincerely on the shoulder.

He laughs, "Please, when is it you and Prongs' time?" He shakes his head, looking at your expression change so quickly.

"What?" You ask him, still managing the proper smile on your face. "We aren't—"

Remus cuts you off, looking at you with a knowing look. "You may not be dating, but the way he looks at you?" Remus says this in a questioning tone.

"He doesn't look at me like anything, Remus, please." You mutter, the smile no longer evident on you.

"Mhm. But why are you both always so touchy? Everywhere, Y/n. I mean, you're both pretty domestic for people who aren't dating." Remus says this so casually as if it's just a thing people say. Because it isn't.

James and you ... your relationship was like that. James likes to touch you, not in a sexual way— just a normal way. He likes holding your hand whenever the both of you just hang out together. Or sometimes he'd sling a hand over your shoulders and walk with you to classes. But did it mean anything? No, well you were sure it was James being himself. And anyway, you were content with it.

"It's just the way it is. James, he's ... he's likes that. And I guess it's not a problem for me." You say truthfully.

"Mhm. Alright, I believe you." Remus says, his expression so genuine you'd think he was honest.

You shook your head and scoffed at him. "Whatever, Rem. I've got class." You tell him, with a half annoyed tone. Remus doesn't react, just helps you get your satchel from the floor and hands it to you. You grab it from him and head to the door without a word.

Your legs make quick work of heading downstairs into the common room. There, James and Sirius are in the middle of an important conversation. From the looks of it, James has had enough but Sirius keeps on talking anyway. When he catches sight of you, his voice grows louder. "Speak of the devil!" He announces, causing James to look behind him and give you a small smile.

"Hey, I have Care of Magical Creatures. I'll see you later James?" You cock your head to your best friend, him nodding in response.

Sirius suddenly looks up to you in surprise, "Oh wait, I have that class too. You wanna walk down together?" He offers. When you agree, Sirius climbs up the stairs to take his stuff.

"Moony make you mad or something?" James asks from his seat, his fingers playing with the loose string of his Quidditch sweater.

You shrug at him and James turns his head to the side. "You can't lie to me, Y/l/n. Come on, I know you."

" 's whatever, don't wanna talk about it." You tell him. James gives you a nod, just a simple one. Because this is how he is. He knows you, he does. He gets when you're not in the mood, or when you just want to be left alone.

Sirius arrives downstairs pretty quickly, James gives you an endearing kiss on your temple and you and Sirius go down for your class. And the whole time, it's just Sirius talking about how obsessed James is with you. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. Either way, you don't pay him attention.

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After an awfully long lesson about Thestrals— whatever those transparent bony creatures were that your professor had shown you. The day went on pretty late, and you were ready to just plop in bed already. So Sirius didn't make matters any better with the things he said about you and James.

It was nearly midnight when you were woken up by one James Potter. You were still in your uniform, your tie messed up and your hair all tangled after a very messy nap. James woke you up so gently, makings sure you were aware of everything.

"What are you still doing down here?" He asked you, combing away any stray hairs that covered your face.

"Oh uh ... I may have overslept." You told him, "Merlin, I'm so tired." You confessed while trying to rub more life into your eyes.

James grabs your hand gently, "Come on, I'll take you to your dorm." He says, rubbing your back soothingly with his warm hands.

"Mm no. Let's just stay down here for a while." You pat his shoulder to tell him to sit down next to you.

When he does, you immediately lay your head on his shoulder and feel his hands wrapping around you. "Have a good day?" He asked, his voice in a whisper.

"No, not really."

He looks down and presses a delicate kiss on your hairline, just a small one enough to make you feel like bursting. "Tell me."

You sigh tiredly, "Well we learned about Thestrals today. They had the creatures brought in the grounds and it just ..." You bite your lips here, keeping them shut for a moment. "It just reminded me of how long ago it happened. Y'know, because if you can see the Thestrals it means you've seen death." You finished.

At this, James brings you in closer so that your head rests in the crook of his neck. He stays tight-lipped, not knowing what to say to you and afraid he'll say something wrong.

"It's been so long that I barely remember his face anymore. I just wish ... I dunno, like if there was a way just to see him ..." You finish blankly, having no more words on the tip of your tongue.

"I'm sorry," James apologizes as if it's his fault. "You know, I— I'm not sure what to say here." He hesitated.

You turn your head so you're looking up at him. Even while sitting down, the height difference between you two is evident. "It's okay, Jamie. It happened a long time ago, I'm not even sure why it affected me so much today." You say truthfully.

James smiles at you, naturally leaning down as he's done all the time. His fingers brush your hair aside and he leans down, even more, to press a kiss on your cheek. "I hope you'll feel better, then." When your eyes don't leave him, or his lips to be exact— James smiles at you with a crooked smile, "What?"

Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes, those beautiful hazel ones that look like honey to you. You seem to falter when he asks this, Remus and Sirius' words spinning all around your head in hushed tones.

Maybe it was just the mood, how warm it was in the common room. Or how warm it was to be in James' arms. The way he brushed your hair away and pressed kisses to your head or cheeks— the way he always does. Or maybe it was the familiarity of it all, how everything felt. Or maybe, you thought glumly, it was the way James was there for you every time you needed him to be. Maybe Remus and Sirius were right.

So maybe it didn't hurt to try. Right?

Your hands wrap around his neck so quickly, bringing him in impossibly closer to you. When your lips finally touch his, it wasn't at all what you expected. Yes, you should probably admit that you've thought about this. It wasn't like it was a sin, because who wouldn't think about kissing a pretty boy if he was that touchy with you.

What you expected was for the kiss to be sloppy. Maybe a little on the messy side, something like James would accidentally bite your lips, or his breath would taste like pumpkin juice. But no ... it was completely different.

Within a few seconds, he's already kissing you back. And so so passionately at that too. James appeared to be more energized than he looked because he was kissing you so well. His hands are as gentle as always, making sure he wasn't hurting you with his tight grip on your waist. But he's been waiting for this to happen for so long, always thinking of those plump lips of yours. Thinking about how it would feel while skimming his upper lip.

James makes a mental note to breathe through his nose, wanting to savor the moment for as long as he can. He also has to remind himself that this isn't one of his dreams. Ones that wake him up in the middle of the night, red-faced and sweating. He's incredibly ashamed of admitting to anyone that he has dreams of snogging his best friend senselessly. But he does, and it goes a little like this.

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