My Arrogant Pretty Boy - A James Sirius Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Seven: The Day I Realize James Potter has a Nice Side

I leaned away from him. "The fuck are you doing? If you wanted my clothes off, you need to ask, you nut-brain!" I exclaimed sharply.

James rolled his eyes and turned me around so that my back was facing him. He lifted up my shirt slightly to expose my back but not that far up so he could see my bra straps.

He traced over a scar that ran diagonal from my left shoulder blade to my right waist. I ignored the feeling it gave me as he traced over it, inhaling a little as he went over an indented spot near my spine. That was where a piece of glass got stuck in my back when I was in 4th year. Yeah.

James quickly pulled down my sweater and turned me back around. "When do they do this?" he asked softly. But there was an angry edge to it, although I don't know why. I was the one getting whipped, not him.

I tucked my sweater back in before answering. "Um. Christmas break, summer break, and sometimes Easter...?" I ended my supposed-to-be statement as a question.

I could see the fury in James' eyes as his fist clenched a little. "Do-do you want to come over to my house for Christmas, then?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder again.

I thought it over. Why not? Plus, I get to spend more time with Jam-Albus. Why did I think of James? What the heck?

"Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I'll go," I responded quietly, leaning into him slightly. It made James' face light up happily.

"I'll tell Mum and Dad. They won't care since you already spend a lot of time during the summer," he said, standing up.

I nodded and also stood up, shivering slightly. It was cold and I literally only had a leather jacket on.

"Are you cold?" James asked me, turning around.

I shook my head no but shivered again. I hated the cold.

James laughed softly and took off his scarf, handing it to me. "Here, have this. And don't refuse," he said teasingly.

I just snatched it from his grasp and pulled it around my neck. "I wasn't going to," I responded back, smirking slightly.

James smiled lightly as we went back into the castle and to the Great Hall, seeing as it was already 9:00.

Just as I was about to go in before him, he turned me around and said, "You look gorgeous in red," smirked, and let me go.

And for the first time in about 5 years, I blushed a light pink as he said that.

I sauntered over to the Slytherin table and sat down rather gracefully next to Albus.

"Hello," I greeted.

Scorp and Em looked at me curiously. "Where were you?" they asked together.

I cocked my head. "I believe that that's none of your business," I retorted, shoving an apple in my mouth to avoid answering questions.

Suddenly, Albus looked at me with a weird glint. "Why do you have James' scarf on your neck?" he asked, fingering the material that was around my neck.

I tensed up, my fork stopping as Scorp, Em, and Al all looked at me expectantly. "Er. I stole it," I lied, continuing to eat my salad.

Then, Albus started to laugh madly. Then Scorp, and then Em cackled.

"Stole? Stole?!" Albus cackled. "You don't even know the password to the Gryffindor common room!"

I blushed a deep red as I shrank a little in my seat, my cheeks a red because of embarrassment. "Shut up," I muttered, tightening my jacket over my body and looking down at my shoes.

"Why'd you go to him?" Albus cackled again. "Had a nightmare, Eva? Some support he could've been!"

My friends laughed again.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously but my blush increased. How dare he say that. How dare he tease me?!

"Oh my god! I can't even believe it!" Em shrieked, earning glares from the rest of the people in the Hall. "What'd you do? Gp up and cuddle with him as you cried over a nightmare?!" she cackled.

I felt tears prick my blue eyes and I felt shameful. They were right. But they were unfair. How dare they laugh about what happened to me?!

I shot up from the bench, the bench making a screeching noise, drawing the attention of everyone.

"I hate you," I hissed to my friends before literally almost ripping the blasted red and gold scarf that smelled like James Potter on the table.

"Wha-" I cut Scorp off, tears blurring my vision.

"How dare you laugh about me. When you know, especially you, Malfoy, what I dream in my nightmares. How dare you," I hissed dangerously, slapping Scorpius on his cheek without thinking.

His pale cheek immediately turned bright red, his silver eyes shocked. And when I looked closer, they had tears in it

I let out a strangled scream before I ran out of the Great Hall, sobbing as I ran to the Astronomy tower.

My brain was filled with questions. Why would they say that? Did they really think me that low? I'm I really that messed up? Why am I even this messed up about this shit?!

As I was crying, I felt arms encase me and pull me onto his lap. I smelt(please don't tease me or say 'I told you so!')the comforting smell of the ocean and morning dew. James Potter.

He held me tightly and I leaned into his grip and buried my head into his chest. I felt my tears make his shirt wet but apparently, he didn't care because he buried his face in my mess of blonde curls and sighed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I scoffed after I calmed down. "Why are you apologizing for other people's mistakes?" I snapped, meeting his sparkli-haz-no, brown-eyes which looked amused.

"What?! Why'd you come up here anyway?" I snapped again. He didn't reply and just snuggled closer to me, humming into my hair.

Why in the name of Salazar was I feeling like my stomach was literally flipping over ?! I. Don't. Like. James. Potter.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

A tiny bit.

Maybe only the sweet side to him. Yeah. Only the sweet side to him.

Like right now?

Shut up, me!

"Why do you even like me?!" I finally snapped, yelling the question at James. "I'm not pretty, I'm not nice, I'm literally a block ice, and I'm a Slytherin!"

James looked at me with a shocked expression. "How can anyone not like you?" he asked, wiping away my tears.

I snorted. "God! Do you know how hard it is to hate you when you're being so friendly?!" I muttered harshly.

James just gave me a cheeky smile. "Cheered you right up, Eva!" he said cheerfully.

I just sighed and stood up, ignoring the spark when James grasped my hand. And before I could think, I kissed both his cheeks and smirked, waving as I left the Astronomy tower, ignoring the rapid fluttering in my stomach and heart.

God...is this what it feels like to have a crush?

Author's Note: A nice long-ish chapter. Get ready for the next two!

-Dominique M.