It had been an accident- James swore on his life. Although it wasn’t that you believed Him.

At one of their post-quidditch-win parties Sirius had gotten remarkably drunk and confessed his affection for you. However it was not to you- he had told Remus.

Remus had mocked him relentlessly, even going as far as to joke that he was under the influence of amortentia.

Which is how James got the bright idea to make said potion, and use your hair as an ingredient.

They had slipped it into his pumpkin juice, and all day he had been clung to your side.

He was red cheeked and smiling fondly at you as he clung to you like a lifeline

“Please can you kiss me?” He would ask, pouting each time you denied his request, however you yourself were not aware that A: he was under the influence of a potion, and B: it only amplified his feelings.