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━"Love, I have to pack." grumbled a James Potter who was trying to get a sleepy Stella off of him. Normally, he wouldn't mind Stella being the clingiest person, but unfortunately he had to pack his trunk for Hogwarts today.
Even though he had time to pack it from the last 2 months, he decided to pack on the very last day.
"I told you to pack it already." bickered Stella, tightening her grip on James and unintentionally wriggling around her embrace on him.
James widened his eyes at the sudden contact. He couldn't have a... tent in front of her, that'd be embarrassing and humiliating. So, he grabbed her elbow on one hand and the other on her hips and forced her to look at him. "Stop. Moving."
Stella fluttered her blue eyes open to meet James' hazel eyes, instantly feeling his panicked emotion. "Why?"
"Just — stop moving around." James sighed exasperatedly. He let go of his tight grip on her waist, yet his hand stayed there. "We'll stay 10 minutes in bed if you stop moving around."
