After a party in honor of winning the Quidditch cup, Gryffindor seeker, James was left slightly drunk, being escorted out to the dorms by you, his boyfriend. His arm sling over your shoulders to keep himself upright. Letting you guide him towards his bed, but maybe because of the firewhiskey or he's feeling a bit more brave than usual, James let his thoughts roll of his tongue in small barely noticeable sweet nothings.

His lips merely inches away from your ear as he spoke about your eyes, lips, face, body. Everything he can see. His free hand now on your chest, lightly caressing it as he looked at you, a faint smile on his lips, visibly drunk.

“Aren’t you the most beautiful boy I ever seen?”

He whispered softly, tilting his head as he looked in your eyes, his brown eyes sparkling with love, and perhaps something more. Something you can't put your finger on.

“Pretty boy..”

The seeker hummed lovingly, licking his lips subconsciously. Heart pounding in his chest, James almost believed that his boyfriend can hear it with how close they were.