Multifandom Oneshots

James Sirius Potter x Reader

Y/N,
Meet me in the common room at 11:30.
Love,
James

So, at 11:30, you go down to the common room to find him floating in the middle of it, on top of a bed.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" You ask.
"Well." James hops off the bed. "The rule is no students out of bed past curfew, but this way I'm still in bed. So, care to join me for a stroll?"
"I've spotted a flaw in that plan."
"Yes?"
"I don't think I'm supposed to be in your bed."
He laughs, pick you up bridal style, and puts you on the bed. "Let's go, shall we?"
"I have a better plan." You say.
"I'm open to suggestions."
"I could go enchant my bed and we could race."
"And that is why I love you." He kisses you. "That's a great idea."
"I'll be back." You smile.
"No 'I love you' back?" He calls as you're going up the stairs to your dormitory.
"I love you back." You grin over your shoulder.
You return, floating on your bed.
He grins and gestures. "After you, my lady."
You lead the way out into the corridor.
"We can go down to the Great Hall." James suggests.
"Sounds marvelous."
The two of you go down to the Great Hall to start your race.
"Mr. Potter!" Headmaster McGonagall's voice snaps, just as you're about to begin your race. "Miss Y/L/N!"
"Uh oh." You and James say simultaneously, exchanging looks.
"... Would you like a ride, Professor?" You ask.
"No. I want an explanation." She says, not sounding very pleased.
"Well," James says slowly. "We have a very reasonable explanation, of course."
"And I'd be delighted to hear what it is." She crosses her arms, looking unamused.
"Well, you know that 'no students out of bed after curfew' rule?" James continues.
"I'm aware."
"We aren't technically out of bed, you see. We're going to have a race."
"No you aren't." She says sternly.
"But we are." James says, even as you're giving him a warning look.
"Mr. Potter. I have punished your father and your grandfather more times than I can count, and you can rest assured that I won't hesitate to punish you either."
"I'm assured."
"Bed, Mr. Potter."
"James." You say.
"Both of you. Bed, now."
"Sorry, Professor. It won't happen again." You say sincerely.
"3..." James says.
"What?" McGonagall asks.
"2..." James continues.
"What?" You ask.
"1..." He continues.
Oh.
You know what you're doing now.
"Go!" James yells.
You both shoot off in your beds.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall yells after you.
"Sorry, Professor!" You both yell, but race back up to the tower.
James yells the password, and the portrait hole opens.
At the last second, you get ahead of him. His bed flies into the common room just seconds after yours does. You both slow your beds, and he jumps over onto yours, laughing. "That was great. You're the best." He grins.
"It was your idea." You smile back.
"When we're married, we can have bed races every week." He assures you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you.
"How about twice a week?" You negotiate.
"I can't imagine anything better."