Harry Potter One Shots

James Fleamont Potter | Gift

"So, can I have a kiss now?" His smile radiates everywhere. I feel like my day gets brighter every time I see those smiles. If only he knows how I truly feel and he wasn't fooling around like this.

"When will you stop being annoying, Potter?" I asked, raising a brow at him when he only pouted, before leaning closer to my face.

"You think I'm annoying? My feelings are hurt," he exclaimed, even clutching his chest to make it more dramatic.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter only laugh as they watch their friend goof around. I rolled my eyes before grabbing my quill from James's hand, which he had playfully taken from me earlier.

"Why don't you just accept it when I tell you I like you?" he asked, his face inches away from mine.

I was about to answer him when Lily arrive. Placing a stack of books on the table and sitting across from me. In just a blink of an eye, he was gone. James leaps off the table and sits beside her. The answer to his question is too obvious.

How could I take him seriously, when the moment Lily arrives, his eyes are glued to her?

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from cursing him, as I watch him tease Lily, who hides her smile behind her feign annoyance. I felt a pang in my chest, and feel like it was suddenly getting darker. Not saying anything, I gather my things and hurried out of the Great Hall. Not looking back even once.

It has always been like that. James would keep telling me that he likes me. That he likes my eyes, my smiles, and even my laughs which I find annoying. He would also ask for kisses and will sulk if I turn him down. He would dedicate most of his time to me, but the moment Lily arrives, I'm out of the picture. How could he expect me to accept his confessions when I know that he meant none of it?

Yet, here I am. Stupidly hoping that one day my feelings will be acknowledged. That he'll notice just how much I like him. Pathetic.

"He won't stop fooling around if you don't tell him what you truly feel?" I look up from the book I was reading and see Sirius feet away from my table. He motion his head to the empty seat beside me, and I just nodded.

He place the book he was holding beside mine, before taking a sit. His eyes glance at my neck, and I instinctively touch whatever is around it, just to feel the scarf that James gifted me on my sixteenth birthday. Sirius sighed, and prop his elbow on the table before leaning his chin on it.

"You're turning seventeen next week. Do you think James will give you something again?" I smiled at him and shake my head. Genuinely discarding the thought.

"James gave me this scarf because I asked him to give me something for my birthday, not because he planned to. Besides, he only remembers my birthday because you guys would always remind him. Yet, he never forgets Lily's."

To say that I felt pathetic for saying that is an understatement. I feel like drowning on the spot. I suddenly can't breathe upon remembering how James would always give Lily anything on her birthday.

Taking a deep breath and shaking my head, I push back the painful thoughts behind me. Looking at Sirius to see him staring at me.

"Until when will you endure everything?" This time I laugh, earning a scowl from the Librarian who walks past our table.

"When you're like this, it's hard to see the Sirius that always gets in trouble with his friends."

"Don't change the topic, Y/N. I'm serious," he stated, sitting properly and looking directly into my eyes. I was about to make a pun connecting what he said to his name, but the lack of a smile on his face stop me from doing so.