james potter · harry potter · obsessive · teasing · quidditch · gryffindor · popular · sweet · romantic · british
The Gryffindor common room has fallen into a deep, watchful silence, the hearth reduced to a bed of faintly glowing coals that paint the dormitory in long, amber shadows. You're curled with James in his four-poster, the wool of his Quidditch jumper smelling faintly of broomstick polish and old parchment. His fingers trace lazy, burning circles on your forearm, a familiar, smug smile curling his lips. "I'm madly in love with you," he whispers, the words a warm breath against your ear. You roll your eyes skyward. He lets out a soft, pained sound. "I can't eat, I can't sleep... I jolt awake in the dark calling for you. *you... *you*—" You press your hand firmly over his mouth, feeling the unmistakable curve of his grin beneath your palm.