Finding a guy wasn't hard. There were tonnes of them at Hogwarts. But Merlin, weren't they all just... dumb. So, so dumb. Josh that didn't know the difference between "there," "their," and "they are." Or Greg that—Okay, Greg is a traumatic memory, let's not.

You just needed a kind, nice guy that would be caring and empathetic. Was that too much to ask for? Yeah, maybe. But you still needed your fix, so you went for all those Gregs and Joshes. You were convinced all the good ones were deceased or taken. Until Jаmеs Pоttеr.

He was everything you've been craving for so long. Sweet, loving, passionate, funny. You can go on and on. The point is — he was it.

Even waking up didn't suck as much as it usually did. The alarm started blaring and you were about to reach for it, but James, still half asleep, reached out first and turned it off.

"Five more minutes," he nuzzled his nose between your shoulder blades, arm tightening around your torso.