JAMES POTTER

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「 YES OR NO 」

credits to: theyoungest-weasley (her imagines are so amazing i cant-)

You had butterflies in your stomach as you walked through the Hogwarts Express looking for an empty compartment. You were supposed to be walking through here with James, like you had done the years before, but this time it was just you. You had slept in and your mother had told Mrs. Potter that she and James could leave without you, as she didn't want you to hold them up, and that you would see him on the train later.

"-Padfoot, no!"

"You're kidding!"

You sighed in relief as you heard your best friend, James, and the other Marauder's laughing in the cart up ahead.

You peeked into the cart before stepping in and smiling.

"Hey guys," you waved.

"Y/n/n!!" James sprung up and tackled you in a hug, "Your mom said you were sick or something?"

"Oh, no. I just slept in," you laughed awkwardly.

You sat on the other side of James, Peter, and Remus next to Sirius.

"Hello darling," Sirius greeted you in a flirty tone.

You laughed and James shot him a dirty look without your noticing.

"Hello Sirius."

"So are you and James still secretly in love with each other?"

"Siri-!"

James had begin to stand up and shout in a panic voiced but was cut off by your laughter, "Oh yeah, I can't think straight when I'm around him," you joked, winking at him.

James blushed and sat back down, laughing nervously before he recovered himself and was back to the confident and egotistic Prongs.

"I mean," James said, "seven year old you obviously couldn't control herself around me."

"Oh god," you laughed, embarrassed and covered your face, "Don't bring that up!"

"Bring it up," Peter said, laughing.

"When we were seven she kissed me on the local playground," he said laughing.

"Oh, Jessica dared me to!"

"Sure," he laughed, "did she also dare you to leave a note in my bag that said 'Do you like me back? Yes or no?"

"You circled yes!"

"Well clearly seven year old me couldn't read very well," James joked and you burst into laughter, ignoring the slight pain in your heart that reminded you he would never like you.

"Well, I think Jessica told me to because she liked you," you said, trying to cover up your embarrassing memory.

"What can I say," he shrugged, obviously joking, "I just can't keep the ladies away."

"Oh I'm sure," you laughed, "It must be hard being so utterly charming and desirable."

"You know," he said in mock seriousness, "it really is, I'm so glad someone understands my pain."

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