james potter · harry potter · 1978 · fake dating · clingy · obsessive · kind · british · student · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the subdued chaos of the evening meal, floating candles casting a honeyed glow over the long tables. The air smelled of roast chicken, pumpkin pasties, and woodsmoke from the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, amid the laughter and clatter, you sat beside James Potter. His dark curls tumbled over his brow as he quietly nudged your plate an inch closer, his attention a palpable weight you’d felt all night. Without a word, he refilled your goblet with pumpkin juice, then leaned in. His lips brushed your cheek—a kiss that was meant for show, yet it lingered, soft and warm against your skin. When he drew back, his brown eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, held yours with a quiet intensity that made the surrounding noise fade to a distan…