OBLIVIOUS ━━━ JAMES POTTER !
summary ━━━ in which you and james are dating, and you’re the only one shocked. pairing ━━━ james potter x reader content ━━━ no warnings, fluff, humor, hogwarts!era, bf!james, fem!gryffindor!reader, second person pov, 1.4k words.
You wake up to the familiar sight of James Potter’s sleeping face mushed into your pillow, thick curls falling into his closed eyes as he breathes evenly.
Peering out the tower window, the first signs of light slowly begin rolling into the clouds.
Getting out of bed is no longer a struggle for you.
A few weeks ago, when your best friend had first started sleeping beside you every night—it’d been impossible to escape his arms before he woke up.
Now, you slip out of James’ hold with practiced ease, entering the bathroom to get ready for the day.
You’re staring at your reflection as you brush your teeth when arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind.
James nuzzles into your neck, pulling you against his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs, tone warm and heavy with sleep.
You laugh softly, bending down to finish rinsing before straightening out. You lock eyes with him through the mirror.
“It’s been two minutes, Jamie.” You tilt your head in amusement, and his hold only tightens.
“Can you two not do this today? It’s six in the morning.” Marlene interrupts the conversation, glaring at you two through sleep addled eyes.
James’ only response is to hold you even tighter, holding eye contact with the blonde as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Sorry, Marls, what was that?” He smirks, the menace that he is.
Marlene just scowls, turning around. “You are the most annoying couple I’ve ever met.”
James doesn’t react to her words, but you frown in gentle confusion. Couple?
Before you can question further, your best friend leads you out of the bathroom and back to your wardrobe.
His hands rest on your waist comfortably as he stands behind you, looking at your clothes from over your shoulder.
He points to a brown plaid skirt sitting at the top of your pile. “Tha’s m’favorite skirt on you.” He mumbles, and you raise a brow.
“Really?”
He nods, lazily nosing the line of your jaw. “Mhm. Makes me forget we’re at school.”
You breathe out a soft laugh. “We’re always at school, Jamie. We live here.”
He chuckles with you, before you feel a sharp pinch at your waist.
You let out a soft yelp, pouting up at him as he gently rubs your pinched skin.
“Aww, m’sorry, sweetheart. Was that too sore, yeah?” He mimics your pout, cooing.
A hot flush floods your cheeks before you can stop it and you look away. “That was mean, Jamie.” You mumble.
James turns you around to face him properly, his hands gently cupping each side of your face as he looks down at you. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks.
“Forgive me.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I don’t even know what you did that for.” You continue pouting, not quite ready to let it go yet.
James smiles, thumb brushing over your cheek once more. “You were being smart with me, honey.”
“Because I am smart.” You retort quickly.
He raises a brow pointedly, and you turn away again. “Be quiet.” You grumble.
“Didn’t say a word, love.” James smiles.
Before you can respond, a pillow suddenly hits him square in the face.
“Oi-”
You turn to look at the other beds and find Mary sitting up and glaring at your best friend.
“What in Merlin’s name was that for, Macdonald!?” He stares at Mary in shock.
To be fair, both Marlene and Lily would be likelier candidates to toss a pillow at James before sweet Mary.
“As Marlene has already said, it is six in the morning. If you are going to continue bothering your girlfriend—go do it in your dorm!”
Mary doesn’t wait for a response, which is fortunate; as both you and James are struck speechless at her outburst.
For two very different reasons, though—something that becomes increasingly clear by the second.
“Can you believe that?” James looks at you with wide eyes.
You nod, mirroring his look. “I know right?”
“She completely snapped!”
“She called me your girlfriend!”
Instantly, you both freeze, blinking at each other in confusion.
Marlene looks up from her corner of the room, Mary sits up again, and Lily rises from the dead like she’d been up the entire time.
All of them are staring at you now, and you furrow your brows.
“…I feel like I’m missing something.”
James steps closer to you, brows also furrowed. “You…” He blinks, “Sweetheart…we’re dating.”
You cross your arms, suddenly feeling a bit defensive. “Would’ve been nice to know the memo.” You mutter, avoiding his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
Your best friend (boyfriend?) lets out an incredulous laugh. “Honey, I- Are you okay? Did you bump your head in the night, love?”
He looks so genuinely concerned—and that, paired with the way the girls are still staring—is starting to make you feel like you’ve lost it.
You huff softly, narrowing your eyes up at him. “No, Jamie, I didn’t bump my head. I’m just struggling to understand how we could possibly be dating!”
His face falls into a look of hurt then, and your eyes widen as you step closer—panicking.
“No, not like that! I just mean-” You sigh in frustration, frowning. “We don’t act like a couple at all!”
Everyone blinks at you again, and your frown deepens. “Why are you all staring at me like that?” You mumble.
Marlene speaks up first. “Darling, he’s in your bed every night.”
You look away, cheeks heating up. “He sleeps easier with someone next to him!”
Lily raises an unimpressed brow. “He could literally write an entire book just listing all the pet names he calls you.”
“He gives everybody nicknames. That’s just how he is!” You defend yourself again.
This time, Mary looks at you like you’re a child learning about magic for the first time again. “His mum calls you her daughter-in-law.”
“She says hi, by the way.” James butts in quietly, a soft smile on his face. “And that she misses you, is expecting you to stay over for at least three days during the next break, and to expect a package from her in the next couple of days.”
Your eyes soften and you melt a little at the thought of Effie. She’d practically been your second mother from the day you and James first became friends.
“Aww, tell her I said thank you! And that I’ll write to her soon, I’ve just been busy with-”
“Focus!” Mary cuts in, and you immediately close your mouth, looking back at her.
It truly is jarring to see sweet Mary so affirmative.
“As I was saying, daughter-in-law?” She raises a brow.
“We’re just close like that! She’s family!” You continue trying to defend yourself.
James finally shakes his head, gently tilting your chin to focus solely on him as he looks at you incredulously.
“Love, I asked you to be my girlfriend.”
You immediately shake your head. “Nuh-uh. I would remember that.”
But James just nods, caressing your cheek. “I did, baby. I said, ‘Sweetheart, will you be my girlfriend?’ and then you said-”
“Jamie, I’ve always been your girlfriend.” You finish his sentence in a soft murmur, now recalling the exact conversation he’s talking about.
The night he started sleeping in your bed.
“See? You remember.” He smiles, and you look up at him in shock.
“…I thought you meant like how Lily, Mary, and Marlene are my girlfriends!” You say, looking completely mortified at your misunderstanding. “And like Sirius is my boy-”
James’ eyes darken and he pulls you closer to his chest, cutting you off with a low growl. “Sirius is not your boyfriend.”
You gently smack his chest, looking up at him reprimandingly. “Not like that, silly!”
James only pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck and sighing softly before he rests his forehead on your shoulder.
After a few moments, his own begin to shake and you furrow your brows in concern—thinking he’s crying.
“Jamie?” You murmur softly, only to gasp when he suddenly tilts his face up. He’s not crying, you realize—he’s laughing.
And when you lock eyes again, he pulls you into an achingly tender kiss against your lips.
You sigh softly, melting into the embrace as your arms move to loop around his neck.
When he pulls back, he presses his forehead against your own and smiles down at you.
“My silly girl,” he murmurs, pad of his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, “how can you call me that when you, little miss, didn’t even realize we were dating, uh?”
You blush softly, curling into him. “You’re being mean.” You pout. “You’re not allowed to be mean to your girlfriend.”
He laughs softly, raising a brow. “Oh, so you are my girlfriend now, hm?”
And this time, when you smile up at him and say, “Jamie, I’ve always been your girlfriend.”
You understand exactly what you’re saying.
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note ━━━ this idea was so cute to me idk, haha. hope you angels enjoy!
— H.R.