Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Young James Potter for Amber

"Amber!" James called after you, brushing his fingers back through his hair.

Turning back to look at him, you saw that he looked very disheartened. Shaking your head, you turned the other way, pushing back your sympathetic feelings. He really needed to grow up, and if he couldn't do that, then you couldn't be with him.

"Please, talk to me. I'll change, I want to change for you." He pleaded, grabbing gently onto your arm, causing you to stop walking. "Look at me." He muttered, shuffling his feet slightly, glancing down at them.

You slowly turned and looked at him, letting out a exasperated sigh, placing your other hand on your hip.

He looked back up at you, gently releasing your arm as he moved his up to your cheek, cupping it in his hand as he leaned forward, softly pressing his lips against yours as he slowly wrapped his other arm around your waist, keeping a tight grip on you so that you couldn't pull away from him.

Slowly, you kissed him back, melting against his touch, forgetting about all of the problems going on between the two of you.

After a few moments, he pulled back, looking at you, trying to read your emotions. "Can we talk about this?"

"I think we can." You spoke slightly above a whisper, glancing away from his stare.

"I love you, Amber. I want us to work." He prodded, keeping his arm around you.

Nodding, you leaned your head down against his chest, breathing slowly as you thought about what would come in the future. You really did love James and you knew the two of you would work out. You knew it.

Sorry if it's short or not what you wanted. Writer's block.