~I was made for loving you, baby~

James Fleamont Potter.

Frankly he was the most annoying bloke you've ever met. Not only was he a Gryffindor, oh no. he played Quidditch. He had an ego larger than the Quidditch field. He was a seeker, so naturally it made him hot. Right? Wrong.

While he was conveniently attractive. There is nothing that could make him attractive in your stubborn, eyes. He had caramel skin dusted with brown freckles like cinnamon atop the foam of coffee. His curls were a dark brown, like wet dirt, yet they shined like diamonds in the sun. His eyes were wide like a doe's, which made sense since his animagus was a stag, but they were the most gorgeous shade of brown. They were like rich chocolate with flecks of gold and honey.

Yet beauty has a price. The bloke had glasses, which he found to be pesky at times but Sirius claims it makes him look like a sexy nerd. James wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. While he wasn't completely failing. He didn't have the best grades.

~you were made for loving me~

You on the other hand. Were the complete opposite. You were a Slytherin, a perfect and head girl of your year.

You were prim and proper and were Sirius Black's twin sister, and Regulus Black's older sister. Sirius had just left your home. Ran away to live with the Potters. You three were close before you and Sirius went to Hogwarts. You got sorted to Slytherin and, him Gryffindor. He hated it. Hated you. It's been a rocky relationship ever since.

~and I can't get enough of you baby~

Right now you're studying in the library when James catches your eye. He came in with his clique of friends. Remus, Peter, himself, and Sirius.