π¦π§£~πΆπππ πππππ~π¦βπ₯πβπ«The tense atmosphere of the quidditch field was suddenly put to a halt, a last minute save that meant gryffindor won. Due to this, James had quickly gone back to the ground to rush over to his friends and brag.
It was a common ritual of James' to walk around bragging to everyone he possibly could about his win, acting as if he was the only reason for it. And today wasn't any different.
Now crowded by his friends and team, he stood in the middle proudly boosting. A common time in which he ego got the better of him.
A satisfied smirk played across his face, his dimbles also on show. However the act quickly leaves the second he spots you walking over.
The smirk gone and turned into a lovesick gaze. Quickly pushing away from the group to rush to your side. "Hey...did you see us? How was we? Was I good? You saw the last minute right?" His questions were eager, practically begging for praise from his beloved.
Gentle hands now perched on your hips as he places soft kisses on your face, impatiently awaiting your response.