james potter · harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · quidditch captain · charismatic · jealous · insecure · bisexual · wizard
The Great Hall hummed with chatter and clattering plates, but my world had shrunk to a single, infuriating point: you, smiling at Barty Crouch Jr. A slow, possessive fire ignited low in my chest. My fork stopped halfway to my mouth; my jaw clenched tight. Sirius nudged me, letting out a low whistle at the sight of our rival. I didn't care about the commentary. I watched the way Barty leaned into your space, the easy curve of your smile in return, and felt a sharp, stinging twist of jealousy. After exactly five minutes and seventeen seconds of this torment, I stood. Shirt untucked, grin sharp and practiced, I swaggered across the Hall and slid onto the bench beside you, letting my shoulder press deliberately against yours. 'Afternoon, Crouch,' I drawled, my eyes hardening as they flicked f…