Harry Potter Preferences/Imagines

Marauders x Female OC Smut Request

This one-shot is for the lovely @EmeryDaniels, I hope you like it! This will be my first ever time writing a one-shot like this, so bear with me as to how it could go and I apologize in advance if I get things wrong, lovely readers! Also, this one-shot will contain smut, so read at your own risk! Now I'm gonna shut up, and let's get to the one-shot! :) :D

Ok, one last thing before we get to the one-shot; this will be my first time writing for a character that is a person of color. I do not want to get anything wrong or offend anyone, so if you read this and are offended by anything I've written here, please tell me and I'll correct it right then and there. Everyone is amazing out there regardless of what they look like, and I never want to offend anyone with my writing. Therefore, I'm going to try my best to make this the best it can be for you all, lovely readers! Now, let's get to it! :) :D

Jemimah's POV

I hated exams with a burning passion. Granted, I was doing well in classes and speaking up a lot more, but that still didn't change the fact that I fucking hated taking exams and studying for them. To top it all off, my boyfriend was out with his friends doing Merlin knows what at whatever ungodly hour of the morning it was. Can you tell that I haven't slept yet? Probably, but that's what normally happens when I'm stressed out. Anyway, my name's Jemimah, and this is the story of how I survived my OWL exams with the help of my boyfriend and his friends.

I sighed and kept looking over my many pages of Potions notes for probably the seventh time in the abandoned library, getting ready to rip my hair out of my roots from the lack of understanding. I hadn't had dinner yet either due to wanting to spend the rest of my night working, and that bit me in the ass when my stomach flipped me off and growled at me to feed it. Sighing, I sat back in my chair, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered, "Why I put off studying for this bloody exam until the last possible minute, I'll never know and will regret for the rest of my life."

"I'm sure you won't regret it, love!" a voice yelled way too loudly from directly next to me. I squealed since I hated being surprised and backhanded whoever was next to me, jumping out of my chair in the process and clutching my heart as if it was about to burst out of my chest. The voice then said again, "Bloody hell, love! You got a mean right hook to you, watch where you're swinging that!"

My breathing didn't calm down since I still wanted to throttle my boyfriend, but I did manage to get out, "James, you tosser! You nearly gave me a heart attack just then!" The aforementioned James pulled the Invisibility Cloak off his shoulders, still clutching his nose, and was about to speak before I added, "Also shouldn't you be at the Quidditch pitch right about now? You know Remus is gonna have your head in for missing practice again."

When I tried to sit down again, I felt James grab my forearm gently and say, "You don't have to sit down, Jemimah. And Remus won't be mad at me; I'd told him at dinner that I wasn't going to practice so I could help you with studying."

"And how the bloody hell are you going to do that?" I countered while staring at him square in the face. James didn't reply at first, so I smiled triumphantly and answered, "Exactly. Now, as much as I love your face, go away. I'm busy." I turned back around and focus on the parchment pieces before me, not registering that James was still hovering over me without a care in the world. After about five minutes of me not being able to get any work done due to James still hovering over me, I stopped writing and asked, "Can I help you with something, sir?"

James smiled at me and answered, "You're too gorgeous to be sitting down, love. Come on, let's have some fun and Slughorn's homework can wait." As much as I wanted to play with James, and by Merlin did I want to, I couldn't put off Professor Slughorn's Potions homework forever and risk a failing grade. Hell, I was already doing pretty badly in that class as it was, so there was no way in bloody Hell on earth that I was going to fail that class. When I didn't acknowledge him, James groaned and sat in the vacant chair next to me, saying, "Babe, I missed you today! You've been cooped up in here forever, and I want to hang out."