P.EVANS + J.POTTER

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Petunia's mouth went agape.

Dorcas was wide eyed.

Marlene smiled widely.

Petunia suddenly looked up to James.

Watching as he tightened the fingerless gloves around his hand, she couldn't help but want to follow Marlene's lead — kissing him abruptly.

And even after a moment more of thought, she was just about too. But as she realized she wasn't as bold as the witch, Petunia opted to place a small kiss on the corner of his lips instead.

His head shot up in surprise.

Both pairs faces were redder than before.

"You missed."

"Maybe I won't next time?"

"There's going to be a next
time?"

"I guess we will see... if you win..."

   "Oh, i'll win."

...

      As it was the final match, students from different houses aligned the stadium seats, cheering and hollering each play as it went.

     Peter's voice was continuously echoing into everyone's ears as he skillfully narrated the game alone — as Sirius decided to sit in the stands, letting a tired and bruised up Remus lay his head against his shoulder — trying to hold a smile at each point Gryffindor made.

she made it a point to ask him about that.

    And although Petunia couldn't necessarily tell what was going on, she had a small idea of the game and who did what. But, it also didn't help as her eyes strictly stayed on one player — James Potter.

   Flying on his broom, dodging everything hit at him, James was successfully making all of his shots, causing an uproar of chants to happen every second.

    Petunia couldn't help but feel almost proud of the brunette, especially as his last name was being announced after each shot — and as Lily looked at her and then to James, she couldn't help but release her own awkward smile.

"I don't know what you said before the game," she whispered to the blonde, "But he has never played this well before."

And despite the tension between the two, Petunia perked up at her words, giving her a hopeful look.

"Really?"

Lily smiled in response, nodding her head.

Petunia felt a wave of joy hit her.

And like the rest of the crowd, Petunia cheered his name, jumping along to the students around her.

petunia decided she really liked quidditch.

"HART CAUGHT THE SNITCH — GRYFFINDOR WINS."

...

she suddenly remembered her promise

Like everyone else, her feet carried her quickly through the crowd, leading the girl to push and apologize every other minute. Though, as it was especially busy that day, she would have to occasionally stop — making her nerves worsen.

It seemed like hours before her feet were off the wooden and metal stands, hitting the grass. And once they did finally leave the stadium, she felt herself come to a halt, now being the one pushed passed as students went to go and celebrate.

she immediately saw james.

His smile was full, glasses pushed up to his hair — holding it back, and eyes scanning the crowd, Petunia admired him, heart beating wildly against her chest.

he still hadn't noticed her.

and she took that to her advantage.

Skillfully making her way through the crowd, out of his sight, Petunia slowly and nervously made her way up to the boy — taking deep breaths to control her nervousness.

she was only a few feet away.

And as she watched him shortly, taking just a moment longer to prepare — Petunia, as confidently as she could, stride towards the boy, waiting for him to notice her.

he did rather quickly.

They simply stared at one another. His blue eyes meeting her own, both dilating at the sight of each other. Petunia's heart was beating graciously out of her chest, while James's stomach swarmed with the now familiar feeling of butterflies.

The wind was heavy around them, causing her ponytail to wildly swing through the air and his Quidditch jersey to flap against the muddy grass.

They felt like they were alone in that moment.

And as if the wind gave her a boost, Petunia had made the first move — closing the small gap between the two.

she kissed him.

he kissed her back, just as quickly.

His hand, which started at her cheek and tangled into her messy ponytail, twisted the hair between his fingers, gently pulling it down to tip her head up. And Petunia, who's heart had grown warm at the action, molded her lips into the seam of his own, melting at the touch.

Their bodies were pressed together, hearts synchronizing into a single rhythm. Neither even realized that it had started to rain, drenching them from the sky above.

they were too busy being in pure bliss.

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P.EVANS + J.POTTER