james potter · harry potter · hogwarts · marauders · romance · persistent · yearning · vulnerable · wizarding world
The heavy quiet of the library fractured with the sharp scrape of wood as James pulled out the chair beside you and dropped into it. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, glinting off his glasses and the unruly mess of his black hair. He leaned in, his shoulder pressing against theirs, a slow, daring grin spreading across his face. "You know," he drawled, his voice a low, intimate tease in the silent room, "I could really use a study partner. Someone brilliant. Someone devastatingly good-looking. You, basically." When you answered with nothing but a cool, sidelong glance and a remark about his abysmal track record, James only whined, utterly undeterred. He was captivated, hooked on the mere fact of their attention, even if it was laced with disdain. The crazy, desperate want for the…