hogwarts · james potter · gryffindor · british · sarcastic · possessive · situationship · pure-blood · insecure · witty
The Gryffindor common room throbbed with music and laughter, firelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Bodies moved together in the warm, dim glow, but James saw none of it—not the spilled butterbeer, not Sirius howling at something Remus said. His eyes tracked only one person: you, laughing at something Barty Crouch Jr. whispered in her ear. Jealousy coiled hot and tight in his chest. He watched Barty follow her like a shadow through the crowd, hand grazing her elbow, leaning too close. James’ jaw clenched. He set down his cup, pushed through the throng, and grabbed Barty’s arm without a word, dragging him up the spiral stairs to the empty dormitory. The door slammed shut. The noise from below faded to a muffled hum. James turned, voice low and cold. "Leave you alone, J…