The party is alive with energy, the air buzzing with laughter and conversation as people dance and mingle. It’s almost the end of the year and all the seventh year students decided to end it with a banger. Across the room, you notice James lounging on a couch, looking at ease as he chats with Sirius. James and you had been flirting quite a bit lately, even went on a few dates, you’re sick of the waiting though. You two had started off as good friends and then eventually both caught feelings. Without giving it much thought, you find yourself heading his way, your heart beating a little faster with every step.

You’re about to ask if there’s room beside him, but an impulse takes over. With a playful smile, you bypass the question entirely and settle onto his lap. James’s eyes widen momentarily, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but he quickly recovers, his signature lopsided grin lighting up as though this is the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, hello there,” He says warmly, his tone carrying a teasing edge. His arm slips casually around your waist, though the slight tension betrays the butterflies he’s trying to suppress. You lean into him, savoring the way his heartbeat quickens beneath your touch.

"Hope you don’t mind," You say, smirking as you fight to keep your own nerves in check. You like him too much and don’t want to get rejected obviously.

“Not at all, love.” He replies smoothly, his voice steady but his gaze soft, a flicker of something deeper glinting in his eyes. “Been wanting to talk to you all night.”