𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

From The Rooftops

James has been confessing his love for you forever, but this time is bigger than any of his other attempts at wooing you — fem!reader

Warnings: heights ig cus James is on the roof

Words: 0.8k

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You were walking outside, near Hagrid's hut with Marlene McKinnon when you saw a commotion near the school. Both of you were curious as to what was going on that was so enticing to all these students. You both tried to walk a little faster so you could see what was happening as soon as possible. 

When you got there, you just wanted to roll back down the hill. It was James Potter standing on the roof of the Divination tower that had everyone so excited. 

"Oh Merlin, that's really him." You said with an exhausted sigh. 

You knew exactly what he was doing. He had been trying these elaborate acts to get your attention for what feels like a million years. It had begun small, but it's only gotten more extravagant as time went on. 

You watched with a blank face as he tossed handfuls of flower petals down to you and all the other students enamoured by his bizarre version of courtship. 

"Wonder what he's up there for." Marlene said sarcastically. No one in the school was a stranger to James' dramatics. 

James seemed to have spotted you in the crowd of kids. "There she is! The love of my life, the beautiful (y/n)!" 

"Get down from there, Potter!" You shouted back. "You know this is a terrible idea."

"On the contrary, my darling! I have so much love for you that I decided I need to shout it from the rooftops!" 

Off to the side, you noticed Remus, Sirius, and Peter snickering together at their friend's idiocracy. You shot them a glare, and walked over to smack each one of them on the arm. "Why don't you talk him out of these things?" You hissed, then looked back up at James. 

"Oh, believe you me, (y/l/n), we talk him out of the craziest ideas he has." Sirius told you. 

"This isn't one of the crazy ideas?!"

"Not even close."

You rolled your eyes, not even wanting to think about all the ridiculous things that lovesick fool has proposed to get your attention. 

James tossed down another handful of petals, reciting a list of reasons why the two of you should date. You snatched a red rose petal out of the air before it could reach the ground and held it up to show him. 

"Look, James, I caught one of your flower petals. It's great, now come on down." 

He shook his head. "Not until I know what awaits me down there." 

Another sigh escaped your lips. He was absolutely maddening, and the worst part is that you were almost certain he was actually wearing you down. 

"Would you come down if she agreed to date you?" Marlene shouted, earning another glare from you. 

James' face lit up at the proposition. "Absolutely I would! Do you agree to those terms, my love?"

"Definitely not." You answered. "What else would you want?" 

As you spoke, you reflexively caught another petal and wanted to scoff at yourself for going along and giving him what he wanted. 

"I'll take anything you'll give me. I did like Marlene's idea, but perhaps a kiss is more your style?"

You looked back at Marlene, hoping she could suggest something. She just shrugged and shot you a smug smile. 

"I'll kiss you on the cheek." You suggested to him. 

He didn't seem satisfied. "And?" 

You rolled your eyes. "And I'll let you sit next to me in all our classes for a week. Those two things in return for you getting down safely and stopping these dramatic spectacles."

He seemed happy with that. He tossed down the remaining pile of flowers, which the crowd around you loved. Then, he picked up his broomstick from behind him and flew down, landing right next to you. He carelessly dropped the broomstick and faced you, looking excited as ever.

"Now you have to live up to your end of the deal." He said with a grin. He puckered his lips and leaned down a bit. 

You placed your hand on the top of his head, his signature curls filling the gaps between your fingers, and you turned his head to the side. "I said 'on the cheek'." 

You did just as you had promised, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. You let your lips linger for a bit too long for someone who wasn't at all interested. Judging by his cocky smile, he noticed it as well. 

"You're a piece of work." You told him, fighting back an expression to match his. 

"You love me, and you know it."

You were getting to a point where he was right, but he didn't need to know that. 

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