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Forbidden Fire - 🦌*:･

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[james potter x fem!reader]

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was legendary, and no one embodied it quite like James Potter and Y/N L/N. From the outside, it looked like the classic clash of houses—pride, competition, and heated exchanges. But anyone who had been paying attention knew that it was something more than that. Something different simmered beneath the surface whenever they were near each other, and it was far from simple house rivalry.

Y/N sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, casually stirring her pumpkin juice with her spoon, though her eyes were subtly trained on the Gryffindor table across the room. Specifically, on James Potter. He was laughing with Sirius and Remus, flashing that signature smile that made half the girls at Hogwarts swoon. But Y/N wasn't like those girls. No, James Potter was more of a challenge than an infatuation.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

James caught her staring from across the hall, and as if sensing her gaze, his eyes flicked up to meet hers. That familiar spark of tension shot through the air between them, and even across the hall, Y/N could feel the heat of it. His smile shifted into something more dangerous, more playful. She raised an eyebrow, unbothered, though her pulse quickened slightly at the look in his eyes.

He tilted his head, a silent challenge, and Y/N felt the corner of her lips tug up in response. If James Potter wanted a game, she'd give him one. She wasn't one to back down from a challenge, least of all one that came with the kind of charged energy their rivalry had cultivated over the years.

As the lunch hour came to a close, Y/N made her way out of the Great Hall, her head held high, not bothering to glance back to see if James was watching her. She knew he was. He always was.

Outside in the corridor, she didn't get far before she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"L/N."

That voice. That familiar, irritatingly smooth voice that always seemed to send shivers down her spine. She slowed her pace, turning just as James caught up with her, his Gryffindor tie slightly askew as always, his hair a mess from the countless times he ran his hand through it.

"Potter," she greeted coolly, though the slight curve of her lips betrayed her.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice light and teasing. His hazel eyes sparkled with amusement, that mischievous glint she knew too well dancing in them.

"Not fancy at all," she quipped. "Considering you seem to follow me everywhere."

James chuckled, leaning casually against the wall beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh, come on. Admit it, Y/N. You love the attention."