Tom Felton is your boyfriend; you're a part of the Harry Potter saga, and most people know about you. However, James Phelps had his eye on you and secretly liked you.

"I'll go see the scripts with Emma," Tom said before leaving, leaving you there without caring that you were left alone.

That tall, honey-green-eyed man stood behind you; his stealthy breath brushed against your neck in a silky, almost whispering tone.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him...”