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James Potter x reader- Amortentia

"And can anyone tell me what Amortentia smells like?"

Lily raises her hand.

"Miss Evans."

"Amortentia smells like the cologne or..." I wasn't really listening to what Lily was saying. I was glaring at Potter, him glaring back at me.

"Okay, we'll need two volunteers to smell this potion and tell me what they smell," Slughorn says.

"How about.... Mr. James Potter and Miss Y/N L/N?"

Potter and I both groan and glare at each other. Slughorn shoots us a look, urging us to go on.

I get up first. "Might as well get this over with, Potter." I spit the last word out with venom. I trudge over to the front of the room and he soon follows me.

I pick up the sample and bring it to my nose. "Ugh! Potter, would you step a little back, please? Your stupid cologne is blocking up my nose!"

"You step away from me! Your ridiculous perfume is literally choking my nostrils!"

"I ran out of it last week!"

"So did I!"

Lily pretends to hide her laughter by coughing in a "stuble" manner. I fix my glare on her, the return it to Four Eyes in front of me.

Slughorn clasps his hands together and says, "Okay, I think that's enough for today. Class dismissed," when class started only twenty minutes ago. I pick up my things and am the first one out the door.

"Hey Mudblood!"

I whirl around to see James bloody Potter standing with his gang of twats, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm a Pureblood, you daft jerk!", I growl at him, showing him the L/N family crest pendant I wear around my neck.

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James' POV

"Wow, Prongs, she's bloody hot," Sirius whispers in my ear as L/N walks away. "She your girlfriend, mate?"

"No, she's NOT my girlfriend," I growl at him.

"Can I have her then?" He asks me.

"Go ahead. Associate yourself with that."

"Oh, come on, Prongs, be friendly," Sirius says. "You know you want her."

I glare at him. "I hate her!"

"There's a fine line between love and hate," he backsasses, obviously having read that out of the book Moony was absorbed in while I wasn't looking.

"Padfoot's right, Prongs," he says, flipping the page. "There is a fine line between love and hate. Right here, on page 394." He points to the paragraph but I don't bother to look at it.

"There might be, but I still hate her."

"Love,", Padfoot coughs.

I shoot daggers at him.

"You didn't deny it, you know that, right?" Moony asks, obviously smirking, not looking up from his book.

I just stay silent as we return to the common room.

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Back to your POV

I sit in the common room, clutching one of my favorite Muggle novels, called The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. I am lost in the world of Narnia and am sucked back into reality when someone plucks the book out of my hands. "Potter, give it back now," I growl.

"No."

I whip out my wand and press it against his neck. "Now."

He whimpers a little, but holds his ground.

I smirk. "Scared, Potter? Afraid- of a girl?" I laugh, pressing my wand harder into his neck. "Oh, this is rich."

He wandlessly disarms me, and I wandlessly disarm him. Our wands gone, we now are relying on our knowledge of wandless magic to win this duel.

I bind him in thick ropes wandlessly, then creating water out of thin air and dumping it on his face, causing him to sputter and cough while I laugh, not noticing him cutting the ropes and standing up, seething.

We walk in a circle, both of us seeing each other as prey. He sends a wandless Stupefy my way as I cast a shield around myself, the light bouncing off the shield and hitting him, sending him flying backwards.

He gets me back for sure when he penetrates my shield with a spell I've never seen before, then uses the same spell with the water on me, making my eyes burn holes through the damp hair that covers my face. I bring all sorts of things- chairs, books, and a couple of lamps in the air using magic and flung them in his direction, only one huge hardcover novel hitting him just below his ribcage, knocking the wind out of him, sending him tumbling down to the floor.

I tread lightly through the mess of broken chairs and kneel down next to him, placing a hand on his chest. "How does it feel, Potter?" I ask, putting more pressure on it and continuing, "Does it feel-"

My sentence is cut short when he crashes our lips together in a searing kiss. I don't hesitate at all before returning the kiss, running my fingers rough his hair. He rolls us over so he's on top of me now and we fight for dominance, letting me win eventually.

Neither of us hear Remus and Sirius walk back into the common room, Remus surveying the room before saying quietly, "Looks like they..... talked things out.", and then both of them walking back upstairs.

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A/N

XD

Oh Remus, why do you always have to comment on people's actions?

But we all love you Remus:)

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