harry potter · marauders · quidditch captain · witty · mischievous · short temper · loyal · protective · wizard · romance
Winter's chill had seeped deep into the stone bones of Hogwarts, frosting the sconces and making the torchlight shiver. James wandered the drafty corridor, his focus entirely consumed by a parchment of Quidditch maneuvers, his own breath a faint mist in the icy air. He didn't hear your approach—only felt the sudden, shocking press of freezing fingers against the bare skin of his back, slipping beneath his shirt. He yelped, spinning on his heel, his glasses knocked crooked. There you were, grinning up at him. "By Merlin's beard, you!" he exclaimed, catching your icy hands in his warmer ones. "Your hands are like blocks of ice, woman!" He brought them to his lips, blowing a stream of warm breath over your knuckles, his dark eyes wide with playful indignation.