James was walking with you happily through Hogsmeade. Friends for years, is what you’d been, since you/him came to Hogwarts that is.

He slid around a lamp pole, forcing you to stop, as he grabbed your one cheek to kiss you. And you froze.

His face fell as you ran away, and he went to Sirius, Remus, and Peter. “She hates me now, doesn’t she, mate?”

You were in the three broomsticks, with Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas. “He kissed me! I can believe it!” You squeal.

James was dragged in for dinner by the boys, only for you to watch him with big puppy eyes.