*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 26: ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ)
Valentine pushed open the portrait door, walking in to realize it was only James sitting on the couch, a lazy look spread across his features as he was dressed in nothing but a tight-fitting shirt and grey sweatpants, hair messy and glasses crooked from the way he'd been laying.
The girl attempted to ignore him and brush right past, being frazzled at seeing him dressed as he was, but he called her name, causing Valentine to grumble under her breath and slowly turn around, trying her best to stare at James' eyes rather than the defined muscles peeking through his shirt, his collarbones prominent and cheeks hollow, finished by a sharp jaw line.
He stood at the sight of her, walking over. He opened his mouth before talking, letting out a loud yawn, arms rising above his head. Valentine's eyes flashed down to see James' shirt ride up slightly, exposing the bottom part of his stomach and beginnings of his v-line.
Valentine sucked her teeth, looking to the roof. James, noticing her eyes and nervous movement, smirked, stepping closer. Valentine took a step back in response, her body hitting the staircase behind her.
"What's wrong, Valentine?" James asked, watching her closely.
"Uh- nothing. Just trying to get up there," Valentine nervously pointed to the dorm.
"You're trying to go to the boys dorms?" James queried, and Valentine looked up to see she'd pointed at the boys rather than the girls.
"Yes- I mean no! No, I agreed to help Lily, and she's a girl, so she'd be in the girls dorm, hence why I need to get there," Valentine rushed the words out, feeling James step so close his breath fanned her cheek and his chest grazed her.
The blondes breath caught as the tip is his nose brushed hers.
"Do I make you nervous, Valentine?" James questioned lowly, eyes dark as they stared into Valentine's.
"Do you want me to be nervous?" Valentine refuted, and James cocked his head to the side.
"What I want," he breathed, so close his words might as well have been hers. "Is to touch you."
And James leant in, his lips brushing against Valentine's, his hand-
Valentine's body heaved upwards as a force jumped on top of her. She coughed, head clearing at the sound of Macey's obnoxious laughing.
Valentine quickly sat up and rested against the pillows, drinking in air greedily as she tried to rid herself of the thoughts plaguing her head.
"What're you dreaming about? You kept thrashing around."
Valentine's eye widened, and she gulped, smoothing down her hair.
"Bad dream."
"Didn't sound bad," Macey grinned, laying in her stomach on Valentine's bed, which she had jumped on in order to wake the blonde up.
