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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

Author’s note: Hey lovelies, this was originally supposed to be a smutty fanfic but I decided to write the clean version first. If this does well, I’ll write the ‘spicy’ version 🤭. Comment if you want the other version and to be added to the tag list💌Happy reading <3

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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⊹₊⟡⋆𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽-3 (𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓮) ⊹₊⟡⋆

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been a month. You no longer saw James every where, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, you missed him gravely. A dramatic confession takes place in the great hall. Happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing and angst with a happy ending.

Author’s note: Heyhey, this is the FINAL part of the series. I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment to be added to the tag list, happy reading!

Update (5th may 2025) I changed the confession scene a bit to make it better. I didn’t like the previous one much. Xx

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Part 1 , Part 2

It had been a month. A month of guilt that settled deep in your stomach. Each tick of the clock echoed his absence. Your insides hurt, stained by choices you couldn't undo. His laughter haunted the quiet. You didn’t want to admit it, but oh how you missed his wit. Guilt sat heavy—unmoving, unforgiving, a shadow you couldn't escape.

You didn’t see James that often anymore ; he no longer lingered in the corridors, waiting for you to come around. He didn’t stalk you in the library anymore, you should have been happy- you could finally study in peace- but you weren’t. It felt so wrong; not being immersed by his presence.

Pushing aside thoughts of James, you made your way to detention with professor Slughorn. You had been skipping potions class, dreading working with James. I mean thats how it all started - Potion’s class. So, you decided to bunk it and just read from the textbook, you knew it wasn’t right but you hated confrontation. Obviously, when Slughorn found out, he gave you detention.

You made your way to the dungeons, the musky smell filling your lungs.

“Look who decided to finally join us, take a seat Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn greeted.

“You can work with him and sort the bats spleen and eels eyes.” The professor continued. Thats when you noticed another figure sitting in the class. His messy black hair looked longer than usual. Merlin’s sake, this cannot be happening. The universe is definitely punishing you. You made your way to James and let out a low “Hey.”

He looked up, but didn’t say anything, and just smiled.

Oh come on. Why was he being so modest. You wanted him to yell, to scream or to at least give you an annoyed look. Maybe then you would feel less guilty, but no. James Potter, being the man he was, remained respectful. You both sat in silence for half an hour, before James finally broke the tension.

“So, why did you get detention?” He asked.

“For not attending any classes from the past month…” you answered , hesitantly

“What about you?”

“For skipping classes…” he trailed off.

Brilliant. Both of you had been bunking classes to avoid seeing each other.

“Blimey Y/N, you don’t need to look so guilty.” James said.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should be feeling that way, not you. After all, it was me who initiated the whole thing. I’m sorry for pushing something you didn’t want.” He continued, sounding too mature for his own good.

“Something I didn’t want!?” You exclaimed, exaggerating the ‘i’.

“Yea, you made that extremely clear that night on the staircase.” He defended.

“I never said I didn’t want this. I never said I didn’t want you…” your voice trailed off.

“You do realise how bloody overwhelming you are, right? Especially your friends, don’t even get me started about them.” You said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Well this isn’t about them, it’s about us.” His voice raised a little too loud.

“If you really thought about ‘us’ ,then you would have done something when Sirius was firing missiles at me the whole fucking night.” You defended.

“Everything all right?” Professor Slughorn asked, intercepting. You had forgotten he was even there.

“Everything is fine professor. I was just leaving.” You spat, storming out of the room.

James had the audacity to think that you didn’t want him? After you spent years and years trying to deny any ounce of attraction you felt towards him, he had the nerve to say you didn’t want him? Oh how you wanted to strangle him right then and there.

It’s fine. This is for the best. You were never meant for someone as flamboyant as James. You knew better than to get sucked into his world. The following night sleep treated you as a stranger. You sat awake, thoughts of James Fleamont Potter stirring in your head.

Sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine, you made your way to the great hall for breakfast, half dressed with messy hair and morning breath. It was a bright Sunday morning, most people slept in, so you thought you were safe. But, boy were you wrong. James sat at the Gryffindor table, standing up hastily as soon as you walked in. Before you could turn around and leave, he pulled out his want and cast a spell that locked the doors of the hall. You looked around the room, noticing very few students, so at least your embarrassment was reduced to half.

“What are you doing, James?” You whispered- shouted.

He didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, smiled, and stood up on the fucking dining table. All his friends were gaping at him, especially Sirius.

“Are you feeling all right in the head today , mate?” Sirius asked.

“Oh shut it, Black.” James commanded.

“Y/n… You know, for someone who’s always been told he’s brave… I’ve never been more terrified than I am right now.” He chucked, everyone was staring at him, but he wasn’t taking his gaze off of you.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have just sat there that night when Sirius ran his mouth. That was fucking pathetic mate, targeting her like that.” He continued, earning a puzzled look from Sirius.

You couldn’t believe it. Was James Potter really standing up to Sirius Black… for you?

“You walked away and I don’t blame you. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t know it was wrong. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And I’m so fucking sorry for wasting a whole month avoiding you, when we could have spent it together.” He reached into his robes, pulling out a bouquet of enchanted flowers.

“Accept my apology, love?”

Your heart was racing, your head was spinning and you knew you couldn’t be trusted with any major decisions right now…. But you didn’t care.

You walked closer to him. He stepped off the table as he handed you the flowers. He knew you hated causing a scene. He knew you didn’t like being seen. He knew what he was doing, he was giving you a Gold Rush, and he was enjoying it so much.

You placed a hand on his cheek, not caring who was looking, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. James wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, completely engulfing you into the moment.

Cheers and whistles erupted from excited students who got to witness a scene this early in the morning. You pulled away from him, to look him in the eye.

“I hate you, James Potter.” You blushed.

“You know you love me, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked, still holding onto you.

“Get a room!” Someone , probably Sirius, shouted .

“Oh, we definitely will.” James teased, making you red.

In that moment, you didn’t care who was looking, you didn’t care that everyone else wanted James potter, because you were the one he wanted.

——————————Bonus —————————

“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice called, as you were walking to class.

It was Sirius Black. Ugh, what did he want?

“Listen…. I’m sorry about being so… for being such a prat. I gave you a really hard time for no reason, well I had my reasons. You see, James is the closest thing I have to family that I actually love, so naturally I tend to be very protective of him. I thought you weren’t right for him…. Your just …. Quite different from us. Can I put it like that? But, seeing how happy you make our Jamie, I realised I owed you an apology. Oh and also, James threatened my life if I didn’t set things right with you. Anyways, catch you later, I’ve got class. Bye!” Sirius walked away, after unloading all of that on you and not even giving you a chance to reply.

Oh how you loved your boyfriend- James Potter.

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