"So, (L/n), you excited for our Quidditch game tomorrow?" James asked.
"Yeah, but I hope it gets cooler out because I'm going to die of heat stroke if we have to wear those heavy uniforms. Ugh, those things get so hot," she said.
"I'd start getting warmer if I were on you, too," Sirius mumbled.
"What was that, Snuffles?" She asked, turning to look to him. He coughed in abstraction as though he'd choked.
"Just- um.. How you look lovely in your robes today, (Y/n). Uh, you're so smart. And beautiful and brave. True Gryffindor at heart, love." He smiled nervously.
"Nice save, Black," she chuckled. The rest of the boys laughed as well. "So, back to the common room for Transfiguration homework or Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer?" They looked to each other.
"Butterbeer!" The boys exclaimed. They snuck out of the castle through the statue and escaped to Hogsmeade.
"I'll go get the drinks," (Y/n) said. When she came back they were all looking in different directions awkwardly. "Alright, kids, here you go."
They had a wonderful time and made it back before McGonagall got suspicious. The next day Gryffindor won their Quidditch match, but by the end of the game the entire team was almost dripping with sweat.
The team walked back to the locker room and they all tried to cool off.
"Merlin's beard, (L/n)! We get that you're gorgeous, but do you have to make the rest of the team suffer?" A seventh year named John Smith asked. She chuckled.
"Thanks John, but-"
"But she has a boyfriend!" James told as he put an arm around her. She looked at him in confusion and skepticality. John immediately walked off.
"The hell, James?!" She whisper yelled. He shrugged before grabbing his clothes and running out, saying something about finding Lily.
She started changing, as everyone else had left, and heard steps.
"James? James where are you?"
"Prongs-y! Where have you gone beautiful?"
"James- Oh, (Y/n), h-hello. H-have you seen-"
"Woah, (L/n)! What a hot bod you got there!" Sirius exclaimed. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her shirt from the bench. "Maybe you should leave the shirt off," Sirius suggested. Remus elbowed him in the side.
"Thanks, but that'd be rather weird, don't you think?" She asked. "Though it appears you're not the only one that likes the view, Snuffles." She nodded to Remus and raised a brow. The two boys looked to each other and then down, just to check. Remus blushed and covered himself.
"Very, very sorry, (Y/n). Don't know what came over me. It won't happen again. I won't allow it. I'm just a bit flustered, as you can tell." She smiled at his shyness.
"It's fine, Rem-y. Just hide it better next time," she told him and kissed his cheek with a pat on his chest before walking out and back to the castle. Remus had a stupid grin on his face.
"THE BLOODY HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE?!" Sirius asked, his eyes as big as saucers.
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