James sat on his bed in the dorm he shares with Peter, Sirius, and Remus. He was quietly watching you pace.

You were rambling about some random test coming up. You were the only non-maruader he could put up with.

James wanted to listen to you speak in your rambling glory but he kept drifting his mind away to a different world. Where he could do awfully intimate things to you... and you'd like it.

He doesn't know where these thoughts originated from, but they started forming this year.

All he wished he could do was pull you down on the bed and ravage you, but he had to have boundaries. He had to be a good friend.