#james sirius potter x reader

[blueberrymash]

james sirius potter and his girlfriend find an old picture of james sirius' grandparents that they took after their wedding - and they decide to recreate it!

[raven-dor]

meddle about

in which james sirius potter is obessed with his girlfriend, and her hair

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: making out, fluff, james is adorable, self esteem issues, slight arguing, more making out

AN: I got THREE requests for James Sirius, two of them asking for the reader to have curly hair, so I thought I would just mash them all together!! I AM AWARE THAT THE GIRL IN THE GIF DOES NOT HAVE CURLY HAIR - there are not a lot of 'cute couple' gifs with girls that have curly hair, I apologize 😞

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

The urge to have an outburst of anger in the Great Hall at nine in the morning was becoming more and more appealing with every passing moment. Her hair did not cooperate with her this morning, and now that she was in public, she felt like everyone was staring at the ‘mess’ on her head. She tried to force it into a bun, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists. 

“Love?” 

She felt her heart squeeze, opening her eyes to see her loving boyfriend. “Jamie.” She almost sighed in relief before remembering how disgusting she felt. She winced; she was sure he was not enjoying the sight before him. “How are you?” 

“Fine. I think the better question is, how are you?” He sat beside her, even though they were not in the same house. It was practically routine by now, but it still made her blush whenever he did. “You seem tense.” 

“It’s nothing. I just-” She paused. Every time she brought it up to James, he told her she was beautiful and she had nothing to worry about. Sometimes, she wished he would be honest with her. She smiled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing.” 

He nodded but looked entirely unconvinced. “Splendid.” He grabbed a piece of toast, stuffing it in his mouth like a child. She laughed, shaking her head. “You look gorgeous this morning, have I told you?” 

She tried not to glare at him. “You have. This morning, when I left your room.” 

He smirked. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“James, I had to do rounds. After all,” She spread jam on her toast a little too harshly. “I’m the one who assigned them.” 

He nodded sarcastically. “Being Head Girl is so difficult.” 

“It is.” She glared. “Thank you for acknowledging it. Just because you’re Head Boy does not mean you can-” He interrupted, kissing her out of nowhere. She sighed, her stomach fluttering. “James.” 

“Love.” He whispered. “You’re spiraling. I saw the light leave your eyes.” 

“No, I’m not.” She admonished him. “I’m just saying that you need to take your duties more seriously.” He smirked, and she shoved him away. “Don’t even think about saying it.” 

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “You know me so well.” 

She nodded, taking a bite of her toast. “Would I be a good girlfriend if I didn’t?” 

“I suppose not.” He kissed her cheek quickly. “Thank Godric you are.” 

Transfiguration made the hours feel like days, and she really wished that she had sat in the back at this moment. If she had, she could have taken a nap or, more importantly, made sure no one could see the back of her head. She let her head fall into her hands, groaning quietly. Roxanne leaned over, whispering. “You alright, babe?” 

“Roxie, if this class doesn’t end soon, I swear to Merlin…” She peeked out of her hands, staring at her friend. “I need you to be honest with me.” 

Roxanne nodded, knowing exactly where this was going. “Your hair looks fine. Do you honestly think I’d let you walk around with bad hair?” 

Y/N laughed. “Wouldn’t be the first time…” 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “You need to let that go. It was five years ago.” 

She sat up, watching as Professor Nott went over the steps of becoming an Animagus, even though they had already learned this in third year. She laughed to herself, knowing that James and she had done the steps two years ago. 

It was the one and only time she had broken the law. So far. She could never tell what she would have to do for James; his pranks always bordered on illegal activity. 

Y/N spoke under her breath, leaning closer to Roxanne. “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” 

Roxanne turned around as subtly as she could, nodding almost instantly. “When is he not?” 

“Honestly, if he spent as much time focusing in class as he spent on me, he’d be top of our year.” 

Roxanne laughed, causing half the class to look over at the girls. They sank into their seats, giggling lightly. A paper bird landed on her desk, and Y/N whipped around, glaring at her boyfriend. She shook her head, opening up the note. She blushed, Roxanne almost laughing again at her friend's reaction. 

You’re absolutely breathtaking. 

Broom closet after class? 

xx

Your secret admirer

She grabbed her quill, scribbling quickly. 

Don’t lie to me; that’ll get you nowhere.

And I won’t meet you in a broom closet, we’re not fourth years.

We have a room for a reason, Potter.

She sent it back, forcing herself to focus on the lesson.

That proved difficult. 

She felt like she was on fire. James always did this to her; he stared at her like she was his entire world, and she turned into mush. This was just one of those many times. As he trailed down her body, she tried to contain her gasps, her cheeks bright red. “Jamie, you’re going to kill me.”

He smirked, reaching back up to her lips, and kissed them passionately. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He played with her hair, and she groaned, shoving his hands away. He tilted his head, a curious look on his face. “What are you doing?” 

She nuzzled her face into his neck, whispering. “You’re going to ruin my hair.” 

He scoffed. “I don’t think I could ruin your hair; it’s perfect.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away and standing up, walking over to the mirror. “Now I have to redo it. It looks like I’ve rolled in the grass.” 

He sat on his shoulders, watching as she fussed over her now ‘ruined’ hair. “And what’s wrong with that?” 

“It’s almost as if you find joy in making me look like a mess.” She scolded him. He rose an eyebrow, rolling off the bed and standing behind her. 

“You never look like a mess.” He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her in. Y/N glared but made no movement to pull away, relaxing from his touch. “You’re beautiful, and so is your hair-” 

“James…” 

“No matter what it looks like.” He said firmly, a chill running down her spine. He was never this serious with her, constantly slipping a joke into any conversation, even arguments. “I need you to stop saying that.” 

“It’s my hair, James.” She scoffed. “Now let me fix it before dinner.” 

He walked away, shaking his head. “Fine. But you should know that no one is looking at your hair and thinking it’s a mess. It’s just you.” 

She felt like her mother was reprimanding her. Embarrassed, she stalked back over to his bed, grabbed her wand, and walked out the door. He yelled after her. “Where are you off to?” 

She didn’t bother to turn around. “I have to go do my hair.” 

“Love-” The door slammed behind her, and James winced. He followed after, knocking on her door. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

She brushed her locks, her eyes tearing up with frustration. “Just go away.”

“Y/N…” 

“You don’t get it, James!” She screamed at her door. “You’re perfect.”

He felt his heart shatter, listening to her voice crack. “So are you.” 

“James…” She flopped onto her bed, her mascara staining her pillow. “I’ll be out for dinner; just let me be.” 

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to upset her; he just wanted to compliment her hair. He walked back to his room, shutting the door. What he hadn’t heard was his girlfriend sobbing even harder than before. 

Y/N stomped down the stairs, casting a beauty spell on herself so that her friends wouldn’t know she was crying over her hair yet again. She sat at her table, ignoring James’s worried looks. She smiled at her Lysander and Lorcan, who were looking at her suspiciously. “Hello, my favorite pair of twins.” 

Lorcan laughed. “Don’t tell Roxie that.” 

Lysander simply tilted his head. “Take the spell off.” 

Lorcan shook his head, mumbling. “Lys…” 

“Does James know?” Lysander ignored his twin. “You know he wouldn’t like-” 

“Drop it.” She glared. “I just want one second where I’m not thinking about how disgusting I look or how my hair lays.” She sighed. “Please.” 

“I’ll drop it.” Lysander lamented. “But you know he won’t. And I agree with him; you know that I do.” 

She mumbled, picking at her food. “I don’t point out all the things you obsess over.” 

“True, but it’s different. And you know it.” 

Lorcan winced once more, nudging his twin. “Stop.” 

“I think I’m going to eat in my room.” She stood up, smiling weakly. “I’ll see you around.” 

“Wait-” She walked away, and Lysander sighed. “She didn’t even bring any food with her.” 

Lorcan nodded. “I wouldn’t worry too much.” He pointed to the Gryffindor table toward James, who had made her a plate and was following after her. "He's got her."

She was sitting in their shared living room when he’d found her. Staring blankly at the fire, she had hardly acknowledged him when he’d walked in. He felt distraught seeing her so upset about something that he had never even thought about. She was gorgeous; he thought she knew that. 

“I brought you food. I saw you hadn’t eaten anything.” 

She didn’t look up at him. “Are you watching me now?” 

He smiled, sitting beside her. “I always watch you. Why wouldn’t I?” He nudged her, placing the plate of food on her lap. “You’re mesmerizing.” 

“Thanks for the food, Jamie.” She picked up the plate, scooping herself some shepherd's pie. “It smells delicious.” 

He leaned back, staring at the fire with her. “You’re scaring me.” 

“What have I done to scare you?” 

He leaned over, his eyes bearing into hers, and she felt a chill fall down her spine. He whispered. “You know what you’ve done.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” She stood up, bringing the food with her as she walked toward the stairs. “I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.” James pleaded. “You’re practically perfect, and you don’t see it.” 

“Stop!” She screamed. “I can handle compliments, but I can’t handle lying.” Crossing her arms, she broke, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Especially from you.” 

He stepped forward, his face serious. “I would never lie to you. Ever.” 

She scoffed, stepping back toward the stairs. “You’re lying to me right now.” 

“Y/N.” He grabbed her face in his hands. “I have never lied to you, and I’m not going to start now. You’re beautiful.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “It hurts me that you don’t think so.” 

“You’re too sweet.” She whispered. "I don't think I'm good for-"

He shook his head, placing a finger over her lips. “Don't finish that sentence.” He removed his finger, smiling lightly. “I need you to say it with me. Say you’re beautiful.”  

She shook her head, trying not to smile alongside him. It was hard; everything about him was so infectious. “No.” 

His eyes grew dark. “Say it.” 

She shook her head, giggling. “No, James.” 

He rose an eyebrow. “Last chance, love.” She tried to back away from him slowly, but he was fast; of course he was. He pulled her back to him, laughing at her feeble escape attempt. His hands fell to her waist, tickling her lightly. She cackled, almost dropping the food still in her hands. He grabbed the plate and sat it down on the table beside them. “Now, where were we?” 

She shook her head, trying to run up the stairs. “Please, don’t, Jamie!” 

He laughed as he chased after her. “Say it!” 

She shook her head, running into her room. “You can’t-” He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. She gasped, her hands landing on his chest. “I-” 

He smirked, leaning down. “Say it.” 

She whined. “James.”

“Love.” He whined back. “I guess I’ll just have to make you believe it.” 

Her cheeks grew red instantly, and she smacked his chest, trying to get out of his hold. “James Sirius Potter!”

He laughed, following after her as she fell onto her bed. “What? What did I say?” He hovered over her form, his boyish grin full of mischief and love. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned down, kissing her neck. “Say it with me.” 

She hummed, trying not to give in. “I’m-” 

He nodded, kissing lower. “Yes?” 

“You’re being mean.” She squirmed under his touch. “This isn’t fair.” 

“You’re right.” He said in between kissing down her torso. “It’s unfair that my hot girlfriend thinks she’s some kind of troll.” He pulled himself back up to her lips, dangerously close to them. “Say it.” 

“I’m…” She gulped, whispering. “I’m beautiful.” 

He nodded, leaning down and kissing her until her lungs gave out. “Good. Now, let’s make you believe it.” 

taglist: @beebeechaos

[depressedcoffeeobsess]

I need you guys to give me requests! Wether you are a writer or not. Cause I'm literally sulking in the corner , with my blankets on my body , eating fresh oreo icecream , watching Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban like the loner I am for the 12th time. Pretty please with a big cute strawberry on top for Joy? 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰

[harrie-fic-center]

james sirius potter

a rocky start by everlovingdeer

in a new light by everlovingdeer

juliet by everlovingdeer

love and all things fake by everlovingdeer

mending the heart by everlovingdeer

namesake by everlovingdeer

off limits by everlovingdeer

wedded bliss by everlovingdeer

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[maisy1111]

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 :(

[blueberrymash]

they're lowkey albus and james potter coded

[raven-dor]

right where you left me pt.3

in which james sirius potter finally gets the girl back

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, making out, ANGST, james is freaking out, self-esteem issues, more making out, light arguing, fluffy ending

AN: this is directly pulled from my wattpad book, which has an oc, so don't be alarmed if when you read it on wattpad it says 'lydia' THAT'S JUST THE OC DON'T WORRY YOU FOUND THE RIGHT BOOK<3 ALSO - i had two people ask for more james sirius, so here it is, enjoy!!

wattpad: raven-dor

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

The past two weeks had been a blur. You couldn't tell anyone anything about them if they had asked, including your latest test in DADA, or how you’d managed to stay sustained. 

You did have a sneaking feeling that Ophelia was filling your plate up for you.

Whenever something devastating happened, your automatic response was to go silent, concluding that it was better to be in the shadows, not drawing attention to yourself any more than you had to. You knew, however, that even with your silence, James was still watching you, insistent on making sure you were alright. 

Except you weren’t alright, because the one good thing that had ever happened to you had been ruined.

It hurt to say his name, to even think about him, to know that this was all your fault because of your insecurity issues and that James inevitably was going to break up with you at some point, so you were honestly doing yourself a favor—there you went again. 

Around and around, that is all you did for weeks. Your friends, who were (unfortunately) used to this coping mechanism, were becoming increasingly concerned the longer you went on.

Fred, who rarely spoke to you, had taken to studying with you in the library. (Roxanne joked that not speaking was throwing the whole world off its axis, as her brother had never once in his life studied.) Teddy even sent you a letter saying that he missed your teasing nature at breakfast and hoped you would visit again. That had James written all over it. 

Today was just another day that Fred wound up studying with you. You appreciated that he didn't talk to you, and instead chose to follow in your footsteps. You also knew that it was a matter of time before he broke. 

"Edwards, I gotta say, I'm impressed at how long you've remained silent. I think it's a new world record." 

You glared at the Gryffindor, looking back down at your notes. Of course, now that you’d begun to appreciate his presence, he opened his mouth.

"No, I'm serious." 

You smiled sarcastically, and he frowned. 

"I'm going to say it because no one else will. You've got to say something. We're concerned." 

We was code for James. 

"And no, I'm not talking about James, although he is concerned. Extremely, might I add. I'm talking about Roxie, Ophelia, Pam, Al, Lily- everyone. You're starting to scare us."

You glanced up, tilting your head. "I've spoken. Just not around you lot." 

His eyes lit up, and he leaned in. "Merlin. I feel like a father witnessing his child's first words-" He shook his head. "I can't say that I understand, because I don't. But, refraining from talking altogether because you're going through a-" He sat back, thinking. "Breakup? I don't know if that's the right word, but you get what I mean." 

You nodded. 

"You don't have to be a chatterbox, but please, speak." 

You nodded once more. "Fine." 

He smiled. "Thanks, Edwards." He looked back down at his book. 

You smiled, clearing your throat. "We're friends, Fred; don't call me by my last name." 

He was now fully grinning. "Terrific." 

Your bed was possibly the last safe place you had in the school. Everywhere you went, you saw reminders of James. Honestly, how many cousins did the man have?

"Y/N? Please come with us. You haven't left your room in weeks." 

You groaned, shaking your head. 

Ophelia crossed her arms. "That wasn't so much a request as a demand. You need fresh air." 

You turned over, glaring at your “supposed” best friend, your stomach in knots at the mere thought of leaving your room. "Technically, all air is fresh because of the-" A pillow hit your face, and you gasped. "Ophelia!"

"Don't name off facts to distract from the real issue. Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." 

You slammed your face into your pillow. "I curse you, Ophelia Scamander." 

Trudging down the Hogwarts stairs, you forced yourself not to smile at your friend's expressions. Instead, you glared at them. 

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with their presence," Roxanne scoffed. "The ogre lives." 

Pamela smacked her friend's arm, widening her eyes. "Rox. Ease up a bit, will you?"

Ophelia laughed. "Relax, Pammy. Y/N’s fine." 

Pamela rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath. You nodded, hooking your arms between Pam and Roxanne. "I'm fine, honestly. Tease me all you want." 

Ophelia laughed, hooking her arm through Roxannes. "You're going to regret saying that, Lyd." 

Unfortunately for you, Ophelia had been right. The fresh air rejuvenated your soul, and a smile lingered on your face. You hadn't been this happy for weeks, and giggling while your friends pointed out hideous clothes for you to wear (jokingly, of course) had lifted your spirits immensely. 

They stopped by the bookstore, but you hadn't found anything you hadn't already read. They'd quickly left, walking to their final destination, The Three Broomsticks.

You were three butterbeers deep, cackling at your friend's antics. Apparently, while you’d been moping, Albus and Jones had gotten into a public screaming match at breakfast. Smythe had had to drag Jones away, as she was basically seething by the end. 

Just as you and Ophelia had gotten up to get another round, James walked in, instantly finding your eyes. Ophelia grabbed your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, it's fine." You grabbed the tray from Madam Rosemerta, smiling gratefully. "I'll be fine." 

They sat down, passing out the drinks. Roxanne tilted her head. "You saw James then?" 

You nodded slowly. 

"Are we leaving?" 

You shook your head. "No need."  

Your friends looked highly confused. "Sorry?"

"We have the same friends; it was only a matter of time before I saw him again." 

Roxanne smiled. "That's nice, I suppose." James waved at his cousin, making his way over. "He's coming over."  

"Roxie, I really don't care." 

Pam grimaced. "That's good because he doesn't seem to either." 

Roxanne groaned. "Godric, that boy cannot take a hint." 

You almost laughed at how visibly uncomfortable Fred looked, trailing behind James. Roxanne stared at her twin, and you wondered if twins had telepathic mind powers. The brunette approached the table, his hands in his pockets. "Ladies." 

They all spout hellos.  

You nodded, taking a deep drink of your butterbeer. 

James smiled lightly. "Have any fun today?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look up from the table. 

Pam nodded. "We did, yeah. Went to the bookstore." 

James laughed, and you felt weak in the knees. "Coven Chronicles? All the classics there." You could feel his eyes burning into you, and your cheeks lit up at the thought. 

You took another deep sip of your drink, and James sighed, realizing you wouldn't look at him. "Well, it was nice seeing you." 

You looked up as soon as he turned his back, smiling sheepishly. "See? Not awkward at all." 

Pam snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry- I just-" 

Ophelia shook her head in disappointment but also broke out into laughter. And then Roxanne cracked. "I'm sorry, Lyd. That was just-" 

You nodded. "Uncomfortable?" You snorted. "Rowena, I ruined everything!"

Roxanne held her stomach, bending over in laughter. "I'm never forgetting this!"

Missing out on two weeks of crucial information during one of your last years at Hogwarts made you realize you had to start paying attention in class. Catching up left no time to dwell on your horrible life, which was nice. You were so busy staying at the top of your class you’d almost forgotten how sad you were. 

But when it was late, and your roommates were asleep, you would stare at the ceiling and fantasize about your life. You would be married, a successful auror, maybe even Minister of Magic, and your loving husband-

Then you remembered you had a pop quiz in Potions the following day. 

It'd been a relatively nice day when you were on your way to the library, walking past two girls who seemed to not realize you were actively listening to their loud gossip. 

"Can you believe Angelica is dating Potter? And I thought he and Edwards were—" The other girl nudged her friend, pointing at you. They both widened their eyes and bowed heads, hurrying down the hall. It was unfortunate timing, you’d decided, and tried not to dwell on it. 

Until you wondered if Roxanna and Fred knew, and brought it up while they studied. 

"So Rox..." 

Your friend looked up, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Do you know any Hufflepuffs named Angelica?"

 She squinted, staring at her friend with a newfound interest. "Yes. Why?"

"Just curious." 

Roxanne laughed. "Promise?"

You nodded. "Promise." 

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumor that Angelica and James are dating, would it?"

Fred laughed, looking up from his paper. "Well, now you've done it. You've distracted me. What's this about James?"

She leaned over to her brother, whispering in his ear. His eyes lit up with mischief, and he looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes, glaring at the twins. "Stop talking about me when I'm right here." 

Fred crossed his arms. "Wish it was you?"

The Ravenclaw choked on air, coughing nervously. "What are you on about?"

"Why the sudden interest in James's love life? Miss him following you around like a lovesick puppy dog?"

"No-" 

Roxanne crossed her arms as well. "I don't think we're the people to ask about this." 

"I'm just wondering-" 

Fred shook his head. "I may be your friend, but James is my cousin. And you've hurt him-" 

"You don't even know why we stopped dating Fred." You hadn't even realized it, but you were now on the verge of crying. 

Fred looked downright ghostly. "Did he-" 

"No! No. He was perfect." You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "I broke up with him. I'm not good enough for him. He's Harry Potter's son, for Merlin's sake, and I'm-" 

"Y/N Edwards." Roxanne interrupted. "The smartest in our year, probably at Hogwarts. You're a muggle-born, meaning you have to work twice as hard. You’re a prefect and probably on track to become Minister of Magic. Poor Aunt Hermione." She took her friend's hand in hers. "You're just as important as he is."

You scoffed. "While I appreciate the compliments, try telling that to his fan club." 

Fred rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you broke it off with James because of his fan club?"

"They may have been a contributing factor..." 

"You don't have to tell us what happened, but you have to know that James would never leave you for fans he doesn't even know." 

"It's not that. They-" You laughed. "This is ridiculous." 

Roxanne shook her head. "No, it's not." 

"After we'd started talking, I heard his fans say how they think he's dating someone and how they’re probably a slag and not good enough for him. They went on and on about how they hate them already and-" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's stupid." 

"Did you tell James this?"

"No." You stared at Fred. "And I don't want him to know." 

"Y/N, come on. If he knew about this, he would tell them off in an instant-" 

"Exactly. He doesn't need to do that. I- He should be with someone strong enough to endure people gossiping about them." 

Roxanne sighed. "That wasn't gossiping; that was two people tearing someone they don't even know." 

"Anyhow, we broke it off- well, I broke it off because I can't handle being talked about like that every day, and he wanted to be public. It's not fair to him or me." 

Fred sat in silence while Roxanne tried to come up with solutions. "Maybe we could talk to McGonagall about them and see what she can do."

"I'm not getting two students expelled over gossiping. Hogwarts would be empty if that were the case. It's honestly fine; just let it go." 

"You love him," Fred said, staring at Y/N.

"Excuse me?"

"You love James." 

"What's your point, Fred?"

"You love him, and he loves you, so if you brought this up to him, would you not figure something out?"

"Yes, but-" 

"I know. You already brought this up to him. But you didn't tell him the full story, did you?"

"Technically speaking, no, but you're forgetting one small detail." 

"What's that?"

"He's dating someone else." 

"You need to sort this out, and then once you're back together, you owe all of your friends butterbeer."

Roxie nodded. "Especially us." 

"Right. Especially us." 

"James!" You yelled out, waving at him from across the very public hallway. Students looked in between the two, shrugging before going on with their day. James pointed to himself, and you nodded, walking up to him. "You're the only James here." 

He smiled. "True." 

"Can we talk?" 

"Lead the way." 

The astronomy tower was quiet, and classes were done for the day. You stood at the edge, gathering the courage to tell him the truth.

"Y/N?" Your breath caught, and you turned around, smiling lightly. "As much as I love this view, why exactly are we here?" 

You smiled, walking towards him. "I need to ask you something, and you can't laugh."  

He forced down a smile. "Alright." 

"This is stupid, really..." You huffed. "Are you dating Angelica Stewart?"

He smirked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"Hufflepuff in our year, same height as me, brown hair?" You crossed your arms, annoyed at his face and how calm it looked. "Well?" 

"No idea who that is, love." He walked closer, staring down at you in amusement. "Is this your little ploy to get me alone? I have to tell you, your plan did not need to be this elaborate-" 

"Please focus. You swear you don't know who that is?"

"I swear." 

"On quidditch?" 

He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling. "On quidditch." 

You had a sneaking feeling that he was not thinking about quidditch. 

"James, I'm being serious." 

"I know." He leaned down, their lips inches apart. "It's very attractive, I must say."  

"Potter!" A smile cracked on your face.

He stood straight again, walking towards the edge. You watched as he looked out over the school. "Why are you asking?" 

"Call it curiosity." 

He shook his head. "Don't lie, love." 

You stood beside him, your hand inches away from his. "I could be slightly jealous." You smirked. "Happy?"

"Immensely." He looked over at you, his voice soft. "Why are you jealous?" 

"You said that I was your standard, that you loved me, and- and then you went and dated someone else. Like I was nothing. It hurt." 

"Y/N..." He was now fully facing you. "You had to have known that it wasn't true. That I wasn't dating her." 

"You're James Potter. I'm pretty sure everyone in this school is in love with you." 

He scoffed. "Everyone except the one person that I’m in love with."

"James..." 

He smiled, leaning down. "Yes?" 

"I'm scared." 

He sighed, looking back out over the railing. "Why?"

"You know why. My own sister hates me. If she doesn't even love me, then what does that say?"

"It says that she's a horrible person, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting her, she’ll change her mind." 

"James!" You laughed, smacking his arm. 

"I'm serious." He laughed, staring at you. "That can't be the only reason stopping you."  

"How do you know?" 

"Because I know when you're lying." He tilted his head. "What aren't you telling me?" 

"You're only going to be upset." 

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already upset." He took your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. "You can tell me." 

You sighed. "You said you'd protect me from the talk." 

He nodded. "I did." 

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly. "You didn't exactly." 

He looked angry. "What?"  

You laughed. "It was nothing, really-" 

He shook his head. "If it made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, it wasn't nothing." He scoffed. "Which, by the way, is insanity. If anything, I'm not good enough for you." 

"James-" 

"No. We're not starting this again." He took both of your hands in his, a look of desperation on his face. "Please. Just tell me what happened." 

"James... I don't want to open a healed wound." 

"Stop doing that. Merlin, you don't even know how much I love you." Your cheeks were red, but you still looked at him. "Stop running away! I love you. I'll say it until I can't physically form the words: I love you. And I know that you love me, so tell me, and let's figure this out."

"I'm not running away," you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not strong enough, and I'd only become a hassle."

"Funny. You have this really interesting trick where when you open your mouth, your sister's voice comes out."

"James, I'm being serious."

"So am I." He looked helpless, squeezing your hands. "Tell me what happened."

"I-" You realized right then why you were not sorted into Gryffindor. This was scarier than anything you’d ever experienced. You looked down at your hands, rambling. 

"The morning before we broke up, I heard two girls gossiping at the top of their lungs. Some rumor about you that was going about who you were seeing." You blushed. "And I listened in. They said that they’re probably a slag and not good enough for you and that they hate them already.' It was petty."  

You looked up, your eyebrows furrowing. "James?"

"Who was it?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don’t see how that’s relevant." 

He glared. "Y/N, you are going to tell me who they are, and I am going to-" 

"Give them a serious talking to?" You scoffed. "It's not worth it." 

"They're quite literally the reason that I lost you. It is completely worth it."  

"Jamie..." You pulled your hands out of his hold, putting them on his cheeks. "You are such a protector; it's your most admirable trait..." His cheeks turned red. "But sometimes it's braver to do nothing." 

He shook his head. "Not when it hurt you." 

"James, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do anything." You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "You being here with me is enough." 

His arms wrapped around your waist, and you gasped, looking down accusingly. "James Potter, what are you-" 

"I want to kiss you." His eyes looked dark, the brown, golden color of his irises barely visible. "I want to kiss you until my lungs give out." 

"James!" You giggled. "We can't."

"And why not?" He didn't find this amusing in the slightest. 

"For one, we're in public." 

He groaned, leaning his head back. You tried not to jump up right then and kiss the living daylights out of him. "When are you going to let me kiss you again?" 

You tapped her chin, thinking. "How about tomorrow?"

He held his head upright, nodding. "I can do that." 

You pulled yourself out of his arms, knowing that if you stayed any longer, you’d give into his charms. "I'll see you tomorrow."  

He grinned. "Tomorrow." 

Sleep hadn't come easy to you that night, but when you did finally close your eyes, you were caught in a deep deep slumber. Ophelia laughed at your rather uncomfortable-looking position. Your legs were off the sides, mouth wide open, snoring extremely loudly. 

Ophelia sighed, clearing her throat. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. 

"What time is it?" 

Ophelia laughed. "Breakfast." 

Your eyes shot wide open. "I'll be right down." 

Ophelia squinted her eyes, thrown off by her friend's enthusiasm. "Alright then. I'll see you in a bit." 

You jumped out of bed, putting on the cutest outfit you could conjure. Fixing your hair haphazardly, you flew down the steps, waving at onlookers. The doors of the Great Hall burst open, and you walked in, James's eyes meeting yours instantly. You practically ran past your table, straight towards his arms. 

He stood up, a boyish grin on his face.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. James let out an audible squeak before grabbing your waist quickly, his heart skipping a beat. The hall fell into whispers and gasps, all staring at the couple. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other. 

"I love you too, James." 

He laughed at your face, which looked positively crazed. "You actually meant tomorrow." 

You nodded. "I'm done being scared." You kissed the side of his mouth. "I mean it." 

He spun you around, kissing you once more. "Thank Godric." 

"Are you two done?" They looked over, laughing at Fred's expression. "You've positively ruined my appetite." 

You stuck your tongue out at the Weasley. "This was all your doing, Fred." 

James looked surprised. "Thanks, mate." 

Fred laughed. "I regret it now." 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Shut it." She smiled at the couple. "Congrats, really. It's about time. I was tired of all the moping." 

You glared at your friend. "Thanks for that." Looking back at James, you sighed. "I have to go-" 

He shook his head. "You're sitting here." 

"James..." 

"I'm putting my foot down, Edwards."

"Well," You laughed. "If you insist." 

Fred glanced in between the two. "Don't forget Y/N. You still owe us all butterbeer."

"You were being serious?" 

"No." He shook his head. "I was being Fred." 

Roxanne groaned, shaking her head. "Horrible joke, Freddie." 

James shrugged. "I was planning on going to Hogsmeade anyway." He looked over at Ophelia and Pamela, who were obviously trying to listen to their conversation. "Oi!" He yelled at the two. "Hogsmeade?" 

They nodded eagerly. 

The bookstore was never busy, but today, with their friends in tow, the owner looked like she would combust. You had almost felt bad; there probably hadn't been more than two students in here at a time. James held your hand, dragging you down the aisles. "What do you want?" 

"James, really, I've already read most of these books." 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you have." He kept walking. "Any other books that your sister is holding hostage?" 

"The Great Gatsby." You perked up. "Although, I don't think it'd be in here. F Scott Fitzgerald wasn't a squib or a wizard." 

James hadn't been listening, walking up to the shop owner with determination on his face. "Excuse me, miss. The love of my life would like to find The Great Gazby-" 

You interjected. "The Great Gatsby." 

He nodded. "That one. Any chance you have it in stock?" 

The older witch looked positively fed up with James already. "Let me look in the back." 

"Perfect." He smiled. "Thank you." 

You laughed. "She's never letting you back in here." 

"Why not?" He looked clueless. "She loves me." 

"Oh, James." You put a hand on his cheek, laughing. "Clueless, clueless James." 

He kissed your hand, scoffing. "You have absolutely no faith in me." 

"Not true. I have so much faith in you. It's just-" The witch walked back through the door, and you whispered. "I'm typically right in these scenarios." 

The older woman huffed. "I have one copy."

James grinned, looking down at you with a look that screamed, 'I told you so.' "We'll take it." 

"Very well." She walked over to the register. "That'll be one galleon." 

James handed over the money, taking the book. "Thank you very much." 

She nodded, obviously wanting to be rid of him. "Have a good day." 

You pulled him out of the shop before the witch combusted. 

Fred hooked his arm around James's shoulders, obviously drunk. "Jamie, Jamie. You got a good one." 

He laughed at his cousin. "Thank you, Freddie." 

"I mean it." 

"I know Freddie." 

You giggled at the two, leaning your head on Roxanne's shoulder. "They're hilarious." 

"Don't let them hear that." Roxanne scoffed. "They already think they're Merlin's gift to this earth." 

You turned around, taking a quick look at Ophelia and Pam, who were trailing behind the entire group. "Any idea what's going on there?" 

Roxanne shrugged. "Not entirely, but something definitely happened this summer." 

You nodded. "No doubt about it." 

In your opinion, the light dusting of snow on the ground was the perfect amount. It wasn't enough to soak through your shoes and make your feet cold, but it was enough to make it feel like winter. It crunched when you walked, and most importantly, it was peaceful. 

"Love!" You looked up, smiling at James. 

"Yes, my darling?" 

Roxanne groaned. 

James left his cousin, and Roxanne walked up to her brother. He hooked an arm around your waist, halting your steps. "I love you." 

You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest for warmth. "You're making me blush." 

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He laughed. "People will think you like me." 

"Let them think what they want." You looked up. "I do like you." 

He nodded, blush forming on his cheeks as well. "I know, love." 

"I like you so much that I'm going to give you a headstart." 

He tilted his head. "For?"

"Snowball fight, Potter." You grinned. "You and me. No magic." 

"You're going to lose." He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "You sure?" 

"Oh, I'm sure." You laughed. "You're going down, Potter." 

You broke away from his hold, giggling. "No mercy." Kneeling, you formed a snowball as quickly as you could before throwing it at James's face. He gasped, the snow melting from the warmth of his skin.

"You're going to regret that love."

You ran forward, using Pamela as a shield. "What are you doing Y/N-" A snowball collided with the back of her head, and she laughed. "Oh, it's on Potter!" 

James winced. "That wasn't meant for you!" 

"Too late!" Pamela was already forming a snowball. Fred ran to his cousin's side. 

"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll help you." He glared playfully at Y/N. "Someone obviously doesn't love you enough to protect you." 

You laughed, throwing a snowball at the Gryffindor. "Don't put words in my mouth, Fred Weasley!" 

Ophelia giggled. "I think I'll sit this out." 

Roxanne handed a snowball to you. "Let's do this." 

James groaned. "That's not fair. Roxie's a great shot." 

Fred gasped, looking over at his cousin like he'd been betrayed. "Jamie?" 

"You know what I meant, Freddie." 

Fred shook his head. "I don't think I do." He began to walk over to the girls, and James yelled. "Fred, come on!" 

You laughed, crossing your arms. "Looks like you're on the losing side, Potter. Want to give up?" 

He shook his head. "Never." 

Your breath could be seen thanks to the cold. Shivering, you glared at your boyfriend. "Fantastic idea James. Now I'm freezing." 

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now that you're cold, it's my idea?" You nodded, and he laughed. "Fine. You do know we have spells that fix that?" 

You nodded once more. "I know."

He put his arm around your shoulders, and you sighed, instantly warming. "How clever." 

"Thank you." You smirked. They clambered into the castle, sighing in relief from the warmth. You two, however, walked further down the hall, away from your friends. 

"Oi!" They turned around, and Fred crossed his arms. "Where are you both going?" 

You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know." 

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, that's why I'm asking." 

"I'll be up in a bit, Fred." James waved his cousin off. "You'll be fine." Taking James's hand in yours, you practically pulled him towards the kitchens. 

"How do you know how to get in here?" 

You smiled. "I figured it out myself, thank you very much." Reaching your hand out, you lightly tickled the pear on the painting. The wall folded in on itself, and they walked through. "I always come down here when I-" You stopped. "Jones?"

A figure sat in the chair and froze. A blonde girl stood up, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Edwards, happy holidays." 

James tilted his head. "How do you two know each other?" 

"Edmund Nott introduced us." You stepped forward, concern etched on your face. "Are you alright, Juliet?" 

The Slytherin nodded. "I'm fine." 

You crossed your arms. "Just crying for fun, I suppose?" 

'Jones' nodded. "I'll leave. Sorry for the intrusion." 

"Jones..." 

The younger girl walked quickly past James and out of the kitchen. He looked back at you, the same worried look on your face as before. "What year is she?" 

"Same as Albus." 

"Ah." James laughed, sitting down in the large leather seats. "That's the infamous Jones." 

You nodded. "The very same." 

"Albus talks about how aggravating she is all the time," he murmured. "I'm getting aggravated with him, to be honest." 

You smiled. "I'm sure it's very annoying hearing your brother constantly talk about someone." 

He scoffed. "Are you talking about me?" 

You nodded, smirking. "Now, cocoa or cider?" 

James laughed. "Cocoa, please." 

You approached the kitchen counter, conjuring them both up a steaming mug. You sat them down on the end table, staring at the fire. "I'm sorry, James." 

He raised his eyebrows. "What reason would you have to be sorry?" 

You looked over at him, her eyes glassy. "I'm the reason we weren't together this entire time." 

He shook his head, grabbing your hands in his. "You need to stop dwelling on the past. We're together now, yeah? That's all that matters." 

"But-" 

"Edwards, if you don't stop, I will kiss you." 

You laughed. "Oh no. Please don't!"

He nodded. "That's what I thought." He looked back at the fire. "Don't worry; next time you get spooked, I'm not letting you go." 

"Good." You smiled, kissing the back of his hand. "I'm holding you to it."

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