I hate that I love you (James Potter x Ravenclaw reader pt. 3)
“You-you what?” you stuttered. You eyes were frantically searching his for any signs of dishonesty. Was this his idea of a funny prank?
“You heard me, y/n. I love you” he said more confident than before. Thought the tears running down his cheeks gave away how afraid he was of rejection.
“N-no you don’t. This isn’t funny, Potter.”
“Are you really that stupid, y/l/n?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that I have been in love with you since third year, and you never noticed. I mean, why did you think I was trying to get your attention all the time? It was pretty obvious, everyone knew. Well, except you, that is.” he breathed.
“I thought you hated me, James!” you were about to continue this statement, but he interrupted you;
“I don’t hate you! I never hated you! have you got any idea of how hard it was for me to see you date all those guys?”
“Yeah right, “all those guys”. I went on one date with Rogers in fourth year” you defended yourself. Then it hit you, that was what David meant when he said he didn’t want to go out with you anymore. He had called you “Potter’s girl”, but you hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.
“H-How do you feel?” he asked sounding truly insecure.
You had never admitted it to yourself, but you had always found James attractive. The way he could ramble on about quidditch for ages, the was his brown eyes would twinkle when he was planning a prank, his messy black hair that you just wanted to run your hands through. You hadn’t let these thoughts fill your mind in years because you never considered the possibility that he might feel the same. But, at the same time, he had bullied Severus.
“I don’t know” you said. Somehow, it sounded more like a question that a statement.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know” you confirmed.
“How can you not know?”
“It’s all so confusing, James. I can’t think properly when I’m with you. You make me feel all these feelings that I don’t want to feel. Especially not about you. I-I think I love you”
He stared at you for a few moments, blinking hard, like it was a dream or something. Like you were going to say that it was just a joke. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off;
“And I hate it. I hate that I love you, James Potter!”
Before you had the chance to say anything else, his lips were on yours.
“And that was how I brought Prongs and our lovely y/n/n together!” Sirius slurred.
“Shut up, Padfoot!” James shouted with a grin from beside you. He looked terribly handsome with his black suit, he had even tried to comb his messy hair back. The guest clapped for Sirius as he ended his speech.
Then, you felt a pair of warm lips brush your ear.
“You know, right now, I am thinking I should have made Moony the best man.” James hot breath fanned you neck as you snorted.
“At least I didn’t cry during his speech. Lily’s was too touching. I must look like like shit right now” you laughed motioning to your face that probably had the makeup smudged.
James looked from your eyes, to your wedding dress, then back to your eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen” he had so much adoration in his eyes that you couldn’t help but blush.
“Thank you, mr. Potter” you said in a fake posh voice.
“No, thank you, mrs. Potter”
Then his lips were on yours again, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.