Harry Potter One-Shots // (X Reader)

No One Likes a Show-Off (James Potter)

The castle was thriving with theories and gossip surrounding the newest quiditch match, the semi-finals for the house cup. It was Gryffindor verses Ravenclaw, and the entire Hufflepuff table was chatting about the newest play, and making bets on who would win the match and advance to play Slytherin. Hufflepuff was in the final, and even though you couldn't care less, you did feel a little house pride. After all, who better than Adrian Peterson, star Hufflepuff Seeker, to carry you all the way to the win. The Ravenclaws were quite, talking amongst themselves and sending the Gryffindors dirty looks every so often.

The Gryffindors, on the other hand, we're being obnoxiously loud. A hungover Sirius Black would occasionally stand up on the table, yelling something almost inaudiblely about how they were the best, and would only be dragged down by Lupin, who's cheeks were red with embarrassment. You giggled as you spread jam on your toast.

"Did you hear?" an excited Penelope Lancaster said as she popped into the seat next to you.

"Hear what?" you ask, nibbling your toast and turning to your best friend.

Penelope and you were the quietest in Hufflepuff, but knew how to hold your own when provoked. You both found each other first year, the dominant attributes contrasting each other perfectly. The two of you had been inseparable ever since, and you turned to her excitedly and wanting to know her spill.

"James Potter was bragging about how if Gryffindor wins today, he's going to jump off the Astronomy Tower!"

Your eyes widen with horror. "What!?"

"And that's not all," she says with a devilishly cheeky smile, "He also says he's going to give you a kiss!"

Your cheeks heat up, and you send daggers in the direction of Potter, who's eyes were already regarding you with a wide grin. Potter had been your admirer since first year, and he was far from subtle about it. He was so frustrating, considering he obviously didn't know the meaning of no. He would often go out to his way with the bunch of his cooky colleagues to try and impress you, which you kindly ignored and went on with your life. He'd been pawning over you for years, you think he'd take a hint.

"And when does Mr. Potter expect to be giving me a kiss," you sigh with a raised eyebrow.

Penelope looked like she would burst at the seams, "He didn't say when, but he says it's guaranteed to happen."

You scoff. "We'll see about that."

As if on cue, James and his merry band of followers strutted up to where you sat, and you could practically feel the entire hall's eyes on your interaction. He stared down at you with a cocky grin, and you squinted your eyes.

"Coming to the game today Lycans?" he asks, leaning in closer to you as you sit back a bit to get out of his face.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you smirk. Though he was an annoying little twat, it was nice to have a boy wrapped around your finger as much as James was.

"You'll be rooting for me, I expect," he says, leaning closer to you with a sneer. You gulp, losing your composure for a second.

"You nervous Lycans?" Black sneers, crossing his hands over his chest.

It came back to you in an instant, "Bugger off Black, I'm talking to your boyfriend."

The hall erupts into laughter, and you felt embarrassed about how much they were listening.

"And yes, I will be rooting for everyone on the Gryffindor team," you correct, standing up and gathering your things, "I don't play favorites."

"Except with me," he say cheekily. Bloody hell he was annoying.