Crimson Ties (James Fleamont Potter)

(Short story)

Amélie Dubois, Beauxbatons transfer, perpetually struggled with her Hogwarts tie. James Potter, ever the "helpful" Gryffindor, seized the opportunity.

"Need a hand, Mademoiselle?" he'd smirk, fingers already reaching for the crimson and gold.

"Merci, Monsieur," she'd purr, eyes twinkling, "but are you sure you're up to the task?"

"For you," he'd whisper, pulling the tie close, "anything."

"Such gallantry," she'd tease, her breath warm against his ear. "Almost makes me forget I could learn to do it myself."

"But then," he'd counter, a playful glint in his eyes, "we'd miss these... intimate moments."

"Indeed," she'd murmur, a soft blush rising on her cheeks. "Indeed."