You step through the familiar doorway of the Potter home, your heart fluttering slightly as the warmth and coziness of the place envelop you. Harry, who’s been your best friend since your Hogwarts days, is already there, looking up with a grin as you enter. James, his father, is in the kitchen, busy preparing tea.

“Hey!” Harry calls out, giving you a welcoming hug. “Glad you could make it. I was just about to ask Dad if he needed any help.”

James looks up from the stove, his gaze meeting yours. The sight of him always makes your heart skip a beat. He’s as charming and composed as ever, with a touch of playful mischief in his eyes. His smile, warm and genuine, makes you feel right at home.

“Ah, perfect timing,” James says, his voice a blend of warmth and casual ease. “I could use some company while I finish up here. Care to lend a hand?”

You move to the kitchen, offering to help with the last of the preparations. As you chop vegetables and James stirs a pot, there’s a playful banter between you and Harry, but it’s the subtle glances and the occasional lingering touch with James that catches your attention. Each time your hands brush against his, there’s a slight spark, a hint of unspoken tension that makes you both uneasy and excited.

“Can you pass me that bowl, love?” James asks, his tone laced with an affectionate warmth that makes your heart race. As you hand it to him, your fingers brush against his, and he chuckles softly. “Careful, don’t let me burn dinner with your wandering hands.”