Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Distractions ~ James Potter

It was a very intense and long match; it was raining cats and dogs and you could barely see.

You were the Ravenclaw chaser, and you were just about score a goal for your team, until you saw a flash of gold zip past your face, distracting you from your shot. And, in that moment, someone slammed right into you, knocking both of you off your brooms and straight to the ground.

You woke up in the hospital wing, confused and with a throbbing headache.

"Hey, are you up?" said a voice.

You groaned from how painful it was to move. "Who said that?" You asked softly.

"Me," the voice answered.

"Who's 'me'?"

"The guy you slammed into during the match," he answered.

It all began coming back to you.

"Hey, I didn't slam into you, you flew into me!" You snapped.

"Did not, it was your fault."

Was not!"

"Oi!" Madame Pomfrey shouted. She stormed over to the two of you and pulled away the curtain dividing your beds.

"Both of you, stop your yelling!" she said through gritted teeth before storming away.

You looked over at the boy who laid in the bed next to you.

It was James Potter from the Gryffindor team.

The two of you were silent for a few moments.

"So, who won the game?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Gryffindor," he responded.

You scoffed. "Figures. You guys were so far ahead."

James let out a small laugh before everything went quiet again.

"Hey, I'm sorry for-uh-you know... All of this," James said sheepishly, looking over at you.

"It's okay. It was kinda my fault, too," you sighed, sending James a small smile.

And, with that, the two of you became the closest of friends; since you were both stuck in the hospital wing for a week, he was your only company. You both talked constantly, he cracked jokes that made you laugh even though it hurt to, and he understood you more than anyone else ever had.

Even when you guys were out of the wing, you still hung out whenever you could. He was your best friend.

But, here's the problem with all that:

You started falling for him.

~*~

About 4 months later, due to another quidditch incident, James was back in the hospital wing.

You visited him after dinner, sneaking a few treats, but when you went over to his bed, he was asleep.

You let out a sigh and pulled up a chair by his bed, setting down the snacks you brought.

A small smile formed on your face as you looked down at him in his sleeping form.

Your heart fluttered a bit at the sight of him.

"I know you probably can't hear me, so this is good, actually..." You bit your lip, debating whether you should continue.

"I just wanted to-uh-get something off my chest while you're not listening because... Well... It's about you..."

You took in a breath, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"I like you. More than a friend. You're funny and you're always there for me and you have really nice eyes and I just... I wanted to let you know... While you're asleep..." You said quietly, beginning to leave. Suddenly, you felt a tug on your hand.

"Hey," James winked.

Your eyes became wide. "Uh, h-hi," you stammered, sitting back down.

"How are you on this fine evening?" He grinned.

"I'm-uh-good! I'm great. H-how about you?" You breathed, eyes still wide.

"Oh, I'm brilliant. I think there was someone talking to me a few minutes ago, did you see anyone walk out when you came over?" he asked, smirking at you.

"Okay, what did you hear?"

"All of it," he smiled. "You think I have nice eyes, huh?"

"Shut up, I thought you were sleeping," you said, heat rising up your cheeks.

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"What you said... Did you mean it?"

Everything was quiet while you and James gazed at each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did."

James sat up so that you both were face to face. Then, out of nowhere, you felt his lips against yours. You immediately melted into the kiss, cupping his face in your hands.

You both eventually pulled away, your lips still tingling and your heart still pounding.

"(Y/N), I like you too... Do you wanna know why I got put back in here?" He asked, resting his forehead against yours.

"Why?"

"I saw you in the crowd. You were smiling and cheering and I just... I couldn't concentrate," he chuckled.

"Yeah, and then you got knocked out by a bludger," you laughed.

"Okay, it's almost after hours; you better start getting ready to leave," Madame Pomfrey said.

You nodded and began to get up, but James tugged on your hand again.

"Hey, when I get out of here, how about you let me take you on a date?" He grinned, looking up at you.

You let out a soft giggle and kissed his cheek.

"Sounds good."

~The End~