Strange Benefits (James Potter)

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note: thank you for 140 reads! honestly the last time i checked this fanfic only had, like, 90 so thank you so much!

also: infinity war broke me. this update is me trying to forget it ever happened.

also: im seeing harry styles live tonight im quaking

Morning visits to the library were usual for Milla Rosamund. She was used to going to the Great Hall to take with her a few snacks or two, before eating them whilst on her way to the library. She simply could not bear eating in the middle of her whole house without someone to talk to. She could only imagine being trapped between friends and lovers alike conversing while she sat alone. The thought itself was enough to make her stomach churn.

Plus, she still wasn't ready to see Cormac surrounded by his new, "cooler" group of friends and his choice lady for the week. She just might throw up the same way James Potter did last night.

James Potter.

Her tryst with the quidditch captain the night before couldn't escape her mind if she wanted to. Milla wasn't used to one night stands, despite not being a virgin. She was with a boyfriend only a few months ago. Still, she couldn't decide if it was the alcohol making her do the things she did last night or simply hidden desire for her co-head.

One thing was for sure, though: head meetings and bedtime were bound to be awkward.

She greeted Madam Pince as she passes by the librarian with a smile. Sometimes she wondered if she was better suited in Hufflepuff. The memory of her bold and brave actions last night evaded her. Gryffindor, it is, then.

She sat by her usual seat and took out a muggle book she had been reading for a while now. She never got to finish the book when usually it would only take her a day or two. Her busy schedule made things slightly difficult.

"Mary Shelley?" a voice from behind startled her, making her jump in her seat. She released a breath, looking at Remus who seemed to show up out of nowhere.

"She's a muggle author," she noted, closing the book before facing the scarred boy. "Scaring me so early in the morning, aren't you, Lupin?"

The boy raised his hands up in surrender, a light smile tugging at the ends of his lips. "Guilty."

Milla raised her brow suspiciously, "Why are you talking to me? Have you missed any homework that I didn't know of?"

"Nope," he says popping the 'p'. "No homework this time. I am actually here to prove a theory."

"A theory?"

He nods before a smirk fully engulfs his face. "You see, my dear friend, James, has been in love with Lily Evans since second year." Milla mentally face-palms, knowing what's to come. "And we find it absolutely astonishing, really, that he shows up to breakfast with the nastiest—for us— and probably the hottest —for him— love bites. They're literally all over his neck and chest. And we don't quite know if he's really proud of having them or simply forgotten they exist."