Multi-fandom Oneshots

The Gift of Giving {James Potter}

The fire crackled, warming half of your face as you faced your boyfriend on the Gryffindor common room couch as the cheers of the partying crowds surrounded you two. And there was your boyfriend, mere inches away. A boyfriend who looked way too smug at the moment.

"Tell me," you stated firmly, or more like demanded. Firmly. But James' smirk merely grew to unimaginable heights as he ignored you and finished off his drink. He licked his lips and you wished for nothing more than to hex him. By the time he looked at you, his smirk had fallen into his signature smile, the smile that made one know he was going to annoy you.

"Did you say something, darling?" He questioned, sounding somehow so genuinely confused. But you knew... he knew too.

"I want answers, Potter. This isn't fair," you huff, leaning back slightly. James' jaw slacks for a moment before letting out a loud guffaw.

"It's Potter now is it?" He asks, still laughing.

"It's Potter until you tell me what I want to know," you say, trying to act as threatening as possible. The crowd around you two cheered as someone had just finished chugging almost an entire bottle of fire whiskey.

"What's goin on, mates?" Sirius asks, voice slightly slurred, his arms flailing as he trips over the leg of a chair and stumbles into the sitting area, laughing quietly to himself as he does so. He catches himself standing in the middle of the rug. Turning his head to his friends, he sees you and James staring at each other.

James' laughter had sobered up, seeing the determination in your features. You didn't joke about this sort of thing. Ever. So as Sirius stared at you two, you and James were in a stare off of your own.

Sirius jerked his head to the left, causing him to stumble slightly. He giggled as he stood up straight. Then looking forward once more, his eyes fell onto the lone figure of Remus Lupin who had been sitting there throughout the party and throughout yours and James' interaction, hurriedly finishing up some work that was due the next day.

"What're they going on about now?" He asked, trying to speak through the slip of his words. Remus didn't even bother to look up as he flipped his book to the next page.

"They want to know what James is getting them for the holidays," he mutters, his eyes raking across the page at a speed that made Sirius dizzy. Literally. It wasn't until the world stopped moving that Sirius digested what Remus had told him. Carefully looking back at you two, now with wide eyes, Sirius waited for the inevitable fight to begin.

You stare into your boyfriend's eyes, Sirius and Remus staring at you, the fire heating up the room, and the crowd cheering in the background. Despite it all, you can only focus on his face, your eyes flickering over his features. The wrinkles spread across his forehead, the furrowed brows, the sparkling eyes.

You blink back, looking away from him for a moment to smile at Sirius. When you look back to James, his features are neutral but his expression now reflects in his eyes and it's all you can see.

"Do you want a drink?" You ask brightly, a small smile on your face as you try and smile reassuringly.

"What?" James asks.

"What?" Sirius and Remus echo back. Your eyes widen as you look between the boys.

"Do you want a drink? I'm going to get some for myself so I thought I'd offer," you say, trying to play it cool. James' eyes widen and he can merely nod silently. You smile again, leaning over and kissing him sweetly before picking yourself up off the couch, walking around Sirius and toward the alcohol table in the corner. It wasn't until you felt their eyes leave you that you let yourself sniffle.