"Y/N!"
You snapped your head up, staring at the pile of books in front of you in annoyance as the inevitable unfolded before you.
"Merlin, woman." he said, taking the chair next to you, scraping it against the floor without a care for the library rules, a wide smile always in his face "You are a hard person to find."
You blinked rapidly at him, biting your tongue before deciding you could only fight fire with fire "Don't you have a map to help you with that?"
His smile was quickly erased, shushing sounds coming from him like a hiss as he shot a hand to your mouth "You promised you wouldn't talk about it." he said in a low voice, taking his hand away from you when you nodded.
"What do you want, James?" you asked with the roll of your eyes, returning to the reading "I'm listening." you told him again when he just stared at you.
"I need a favor." he said flatly. You took a hesitant glance at him; his body was tense, back straight against the chair as his hand played with one another in his lap.
"Figures," you mumbled closing the book "What did you do?" you asked him.
He wrinkled his nose, an offended look in his face "I haven't done anything." he said in a higher voice, leaning against the table "Is what are you going to do for me." he grinned, taking a more relaxed posture on the chair.
"Right," you scoffed, watching him stare at you in deep thought "Well, what is it?!"
He took a deep breath and you prepared yourself for the worst. But not a lifetime could have prepared you for what he said.
"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend." he blurted out, putting on his most innocent smile as he batted his lashes at you.
"No." you spat, turning to your books again.
"Oh, c'mon." he said dramatically, ignoring the complaints from Madame Pince and the other students. "I'll give you anything you want. Huh? Money, clothes, books. I'll do your homework." he said, his head laying on top of your open book.
"I wouldn't trust you with my homework even if I was failing all my classes." you pushed his head away from your book, closing it as you stared at him with your arms crossed "Besides, why would you want me to pretend to date you?" you asked, the mere idea sending chills all over your body.
He smiled tightly, playing with the edge of the table "Evans." he mumbled, coughing lightly after and turning to his sides to see no one had heard him.
"You sick bastard," you whispered in disbelief, eyes wide as he shrunk under your hard gaze "You want to make her jealous."
"Only for a while. For her to see what she's missing." he said, his confidence back as fast as it left him "Please Y/N, she would never suspect of you." he said pleadingly with a pout.
"Why me?" you asked "There are plenty of girls who would die for a chance to date you, so why me?"
His eyes felt slightly, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips "Well first because I trust you and you are my friend."
"Debatable, but go on."
"And because it'll be more believable. Everyone knows we went to a few parties together, spent some time together, snogging and all..."
"Okay!" you practically shouted "I get it, okay?"
"Is that a yes?" his eyes slit up, his smile wider than ever.
You sighed, rolling your eyes as you started regretting your choice already "One month, Potter. If it doesn't work you're on your own."
"Yes!" he whispered, punching the air in triumph as he stood up 'You're the best." he mumbled, placing his hand on your shoulder as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and walked away.
