James Sirius Potter

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Requested by: u_cutee
I legit wrote this in class lol

The Gryffindor quidditch team is notorious for their out of the ordinary practice times, ever since Oliver Wood was captain of the team give or take twenty years ago. Now, it's almost tradition to practice at the most inconvenient times possible. The cherry on the cake would be if they could practice during a hurricane, but the climate and weather patterns hadn't allowed for that yet.

Now, with the rain pouring down thicker than your winter blankets, the Gryffindor Quidditch team under the reign of non other than James Sirius Potter, were practicing tirelessly, as per tradition.

"James! The rain makes that we can't see anymore!" Called a third year boy to the captain.

James has zoned into his quidditch training, and didn't even notice the rain.

"James!" The voice of Y/n called, drawing his attention. After all, any bloke in their right mind would want Y/n L/n, the part Veela star chaser genius to call their name. James almost flew into the stands in surprise. She never spoke to him.

He sunk lower on his broom, down to Y/n's level.

"Yes love?" He asked, and Y/n shifted up her goggles and he saw her eyes roll.

"The team is complaining. The rain is making it impossible to see, so they want to leave," Y/n says, pointing to the team which had gathered underneath them.

James tilted his head up to the rain. "Okay, Fine. Those of you who want to leave, can leave," James sighs, and most of the team dismounts their brooms and runs to the changing rooms.

Y/n remains on her broom in the air.

"Aren't you going, darling?" James asks, smirking at the stubborn girl before him.

"Don't call me that," she says, snatching a quaffel and flying to the nearest goal hoops. James flies after her, and goes to the opposite side of the goal hoops, his back now facing the top of the field.

"All right princess, I won't call you that," James smirks. Y/n pulls a face and chucks the quaffel hard at James' head, but he catches it, almost toppling off of his broom in the process.

Y/n laughs at the look on his face, and he tosses the quaffel back to her.

"So can I call you princess?" James asks, hoping that her laughter meant yes.

"Fuck no," she says, tossing the quaffel back.

"Sweetheart?"

"No."

"Love?"

"No."

"Doll face?"

"What, are you fifty? No!"

"Baby girl?"

"Ew! No!"

"Well what can I call you then?" James asks, passing the quaffel back to Y/n, which they had been throwing at each other as they were speaking.

"How about you call me by the name I was given? I'm not interested in being another one of your conquests," Y/n says, the last part sounding strained, as she was reaching for the quaffel. Her grip on her broom was no longer good enough, so she toppled over, plummeting towards the ground.

James races down towards her, but could only slow her fall down with magic, as she was too far away. Y/n landed hard on her back.

"Shit, Y/n! Are you okay?" James asks, running over towards her as soon as he lands.

Y/n is lying on the floor, staring at the sky. The rain is pouring down now, worse than before. The rain makes it look like she's crying, and James starts to panic.

"Oh my Merlin, I'm so sorry, I won't toss a quaffel that hard again, I wasn't thinking-"

Y/n sits up and kisses James' cheek.

"I'm fine Jamie. Thanks for worrying though. You've got a good arm," Y/n says, rolling out her shoulder.

James laughs, and extends his hand to her to help her up. Y/n takes his hand, and he pulls her to her feet.

Y/n looks up, and James is staring down at her intently. "Do you really think you could ever be just another conquest to me? I've been in love with you since forever," James said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah right. Then why do you have such a long line of girls who only spent a night with you?" Y/n gripes, and James could see the disbelief in her eyes.

"Well...it was my way of trying to get over you. And in all honesty, I can't get over you. You're just too...perfect," James says, staring deeply into Y/n's eyes again. Y/n searched his eyes and face for any signs of falsehood, only to find none.

"I can't have you playing with my feelings Potter," Y/n says, scared that he was lying, but knowing deep down that he was telling the truth.

"What can I do to prove to you that my feelings for you are genuine?" James asks, grabbing her wrist.

"Show me that I'm worth more to you than the other girls," Y/n says, her gaze burning with a challenge. James smiles.

"Y/n L/n, will you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend. My one, my only. My love," James is now standing in his knees. To someone passing by, it would look as is James is proposing.

Y/n smiles. "You're getting there, but how can I guarantee that you won't cast me aside once you get what you want from me?"

James goes deep in thought. "We can take this relationship, if you chose it, to go at your pace. You can set the tone," James says, a small smile on his face.

Y/n seems to consider his offer, and nods her head in approval.

"I like that idea," smiles, and James smiles down at her.

"So what do you say Y/n?" James asks, pulling Y/n to his chest.

"Well, if my terms are applied, it's a yes," she says, her hands running over James' wet quidditch uniform clad shoulders.

His hand cups her cheek.

"May I kiss you?" James asks, looking down at Y/n.

"Yes, yes you may."

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