Multifandom Oneshots

James Potter x Sarah Ambre

Sarah takes a deep breath. Time for the game.
She grabs her broom and starts out.
"Speak of the devil." James Potter says as she walks down the corridor from the dungeons.
She keeps walking but holds up a hand in a very unambiguous gesture. She doesn't have time for him and his crap.
She hears him and his cronies laugh.
"Okay, okay. Wait up, cupcake."
"Don't call me that." She retorts.
A few seconds later, he's strutting along beside her.
"All right?" He asks.
"Yep. You?"
"Yep." He grabs her hand and pulls her into an empty classroom.
"Let me go, Potter." She snaps. "We're gonna be late--"
"It's all right if we're a bit late. I'm a Captain, you know--"
"Of course I know. You don't let anyone forget. I, however, am not a Captain, so--"
He shrugs, not humbly in the least. "But I am. So you'll be fine."
"Except legitimately every person on my team hates you."
"Not you." He winks.
"Is there a reason you kidnapped me?"
"I didn't kidnap you. You came willingly." He reaches out to touch her, but she shies away. He smiles a bit. "Aw, are you embarrassed of me?"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. There's nothing here. May we leave?"
"If you wanted to leave, you'd have walked out by now. C'mere." He holds out his arms.
She walks into them, letting out a sigh into his robes.
"See, this isn't so bad, huh?" He wraps his arms around her.
"We have to get to the game." She says a short while later, pulling away from him.
She squares her shoulders, lifts her chin and walks out.
With nobody around to see, he stares after her adoringly.
And thank God there was no one to see. That'd get him either ridiculed mercilessly or punched, depending on who saw. He wasn't really a fan of either.
A short while later, Sarah's up in the air on her broom. Sure, she could look into the audience to see who's attending, and who's for who, but currently she has eyes for only two things: the first and most important being the snitch, and the second being James Potter's stupid grin and messy hair as he flies around the pitch like it's what he was born for.
Sarah flies up high above everybody, looking around for a flash of gold.
She sees a flash, but it turns out to just be the light reflecting off of Potter's glasses that she so often wants to slap off his face.
"Go Prongsie!" Sirius Black yells over everybody else. That boy is loud.
But then she sees the snitch, and forgets all about Sirius Black as she speeds towards the golden ball, her platinum hair flying out behind her.
Unfortunately for her, the Gryffindor seeker had seen it too--or at least had seen her see it. He flew up beside her, and they had themselves a little race.
Unlike the Gryffindor boy, Sarah wasn't afraid to play dirty. She swerves in his direction, forcing him to jerk away, leaving the space Sarah needs to speed up to catch the ball.
She speeds up, and seconds later, the little winged ball is in her hands. She holds it up triumphantly, and the referee blows the whistle.
"I'll forgive you for kicking our arses if you go on a date with me." James Potter says as the two teams are walking off the pitch.
"In your dreams, Potter."
"Oh, yeah." He agrees with a wink.
She rolls her eyes, resisting a smile.
She's rescued from any other speech with James as her teammates and housemates swarm her, loudly speaking their congratulatory praise and ecstatic exclamations.

What had started off as a somewhat friendly conversation had quickly turned into an argument. Remus Lupin watched in amusement, but at least he has the decency to be pretending to read.
"You needn't be so rude." James snaps.
"You needn't be so arrogant." Sarah snaps back.
If he wouldn't start all these arguments, they could both have some pretty nice days.
He opens his mouth to retort, but his lips curve into a smirk as he seems to change his mind. "It's not arrogant, cupcake. I'm just doing what my mother said."
"I'm sorry, but I have a hard time believing your mother's told you to be a douchewad." She crosses her arms.
"No, those weren't her exact words. She told me to chase after my dreams." He winks suggestively.
"Sod off." She walks away with an eye roll.
"Nice fail, mate." Remus sniggers.
"Sod off." He tells his friend.

On the next Hogsmaede trip, Sarah gives in. Most of the previous day, James Potter had relentlessly asked her for a date. She had held up resolutely.
James Potter is sitting in The Three Broomsticks with some girl when Sarah walks in. He sees her and gives her a nod.
She breaks away from her friends and marches over. "Are we having our date or not?" She asks.
James almost chokes on his butterbeer. "W-What?" He stammers.
"Are we having that date you've been going on about or not?" She asks.
"No." He says.
The Hufflepuff girl across from him raises her eyebrows, shocked. She's watching them like they're a soap opera.
"Suit yourself." Sarah shrugs, and turns to walk away.
"I was kidding! Hold up!" James says. "Do you mind?" He asks the girl.
"Not at all." The girl says.
James follows Sarah. "All right, so this date--"
"Nope. Lost your chance."
"Not fair!"
She shrugs.
"Look, you and I both know you're not actually as big of a bitch as you pretend you are." He says, grabbing her hand and spinning her around.
"Oh, yes. You're right. I'm actually a bigger bitch than I--"
But then he kisses her, right there for the world to see.
And she kisses him back.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
@SarahVn1