ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

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summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, James won't give up until he gets a yeswarning(s): James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

"No." I said sternly, returning to my book.

"Come on, Y/n, please. One date, then you can be done with me forever." James pleaded, an easy smirk resting on his face.

"James, I'd rather be done with you right now." I persisted.

"But you can't. So, a date?"

"You know this is harassment right?"

"I am very aware. Does tomorrow sound good?"

I scoffed and shook my head, "No."

He smiled proudly and began walking away, "Tomorrow it is. Meet me in the common rooms at 10, baby."

I rolled my eyes as Remus laughed quietly beside me as he listened to the interaction.

"Are you gonna go?" He asked quietly.

"Nope." I sighed and went back to reading.

"I don't believe you, like at all." Sirius deadpanned as he sat on the couch in the common room, his fingers gently threading through Remus's hair who had his head on his lap as he quietly read his book.

"I'm serious, Sirius." James said, waiting patiently for his date.

"No, I'm Sirius, James." The boy responded.

James rolled his eyes as the clock rang out, signaling the new hour. It was officially ten. James stood up excitedly, knowing Y/n was always perfectly on time, never early and never late, with the exception of class where she seemed to get there before the dismissal bell even rang. He waited patiently, however the girl never came.

"Oh, Prongs, I knew you were lying." Sirius said.

"No, she's coming. She must just be late."

"She's never late."

James ignored him and continued watching the stairs from the Girl' dormitory. Thirty minutes passed before James sat down with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, James. She probably forg-" Peter paused as he looked up, expecting to see a sulking James, instead, the boy had a smirk on his face, already planning the next way he was going to ask the girl out. It was going to be big this time.

Y/n sat quietly in the Great Hall, working on a potions essay as her friends laughed around her. The mail owls swooped in but Y/n ignored them, not expecting anything. She jumped slightly in surprise when a piece of folded up parchment was dropped in front of her.

"I thought you weren't expecting anything, Y/n." Her friend said and Y/n cautiously held the paper in her hands.

"I wasn't." She told them and gently opened the paper.

'Look up.' It wrote and she furrowed her brows before doing as told. The moment she looked, flower petals of all kinds dropped around her like an endless rain. A small gasp left her lips as she felt her clothes change and she looked down to see herself in a beautiful white, flowy dress. Petals began sewing themselves into the dress, creating pink and red flowers. Her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail and had been let down and slightly curled as the raining petals weaved themselves into a flower crown around her head. Loud music began playing as students burst into the Great Hall with instruments, causing her to jump slightly. She looked down the table as she heard the Marauders hollering at her with large smiles on their faces.

James stood on the table in a slightly tattered tux, probably from his dad. He held a large sign in his hands. Once Y/n saw what was written she stood up angrily and walked to the end of the table, the petals following her as her dress swished violently behind her.

"Y/n!" James said excitedly and jumped off the table. She didn't say anything, instead she roughly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. She led him outside, where the sun was setting.

"What is wrong with you?" Y/n questioned, raising her voice slightly as anger flowed through her veins. "I've said no a million times! Why can't you just take no for an answer and leave me alone! I am so sick and tired of this, James!"

James smiled softly at her. It was different from his usual smirk, this was sweet and adoring.

"You're beautiful." He whispered and the girl was slightly taken aback, having never received that compliment from anyone other than her parents and close friends. Never from a boy. "And I will always, always ask you out. Until you say yes, I always will."

Y/n let an angry sigh from her nose, "I'll never say yes." She told him.

"I don't believe in never." James said.

"I don't believe in always." Y/n countered.

"Well, opposites attract."

"Never." She raised her brows.

"Always." He finished, smirking

QOTD;

ARE YOU AN ALWAYS OR NEVER PERSON?