James isn’t exactly subtle about the fact everyone wants him. The only people that seemed immune to his charm were Lily and her little sister.

And a handful of boys that were jealous of James abilities on the quidditch field. Oh, and the people that were jealous that James was not only a Pureblood but also filthy rich and good looking…

Lily was always throwing hexes his way and glares that could freeze hell over.

And you, oh you wouldn’t even talk to him for some odd reason.

But whenever he was around he would catch you staring with a blank look, and actually listening to his words. It was intense. Like being observed down to the scars he got from playing quidditch.

He didn’t know why but soon he was also looking back at you. Eyes shifting through the crowd and always spotting you either next to Lily or alone reading.

Such a quiet little loner. Nothing like your sister and in a bad way, no social skills or even athletic skills nor that charm Lily carried like a weapon. The only thing you had was your brains which failed you at times when you saw a hot dude. Going all caveman mode.

You weren’t sure why you liked James it was like something about his stupidly confident ways made you…feel tingly. So soon you found yourself sketching him out, and what you never thought would happen was him finding said sketchbook.

He didn’t look disgusted, or shocked quite the opposite he looked thrilled. He’d never had some pay such close attention to him they even noticed the little mole on his Adam’s apple, or the slight crook of his nose, or even the little scar on his hip.

James bit his lower lip looking somewhat excited.

Now he had something to tease the poor girl with.