Chaser or Chase Her (part II) : Young!James Potter x Reader
Requests: Part 2 for chaser or chase her, please! Your writing is amazing :)
Can we please have a part two of Chase her or chaser please? I need it after that first part, it was so amazing!
Warnings: James Potter being the smooth lad he is
“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” James cries, landing and mounting off his broom as he approaches her.
Y/N turns away from her conversation, mid sentence as she sees James running towards her, red quidditch robes dancing around behind him in the dusky wind. “Erm, sorry.” She mutters apologetically to the Hufflepuff boy who’s giving her an odd look.
“Y/N! Hey.” James says, coming to a skidding stop in front of her, casually running a hand through his black messy locks.
“Potter, that was one hell of game.” Y/N says, nodding at him slightly.
“Thanks, hey, can I talk to you, alone?” James adds, shooting the Hufflepuff boy a narrowed look.
Y/N knits her eyebrows together, frowning a bit.
“I was talking to her, Potter.” The boy spits off, his jaw locked.
“Right, well now I’m talking to her, so run along.” James says, nodding and waving the boy off with his hand.
Y/N widens her eyes, shocked. “Uh, I’ll catch up with you later, yeah?” She says, reaching over and squeezing his bicep. The boy grunts in reply, rolling his eyes slightly as he stalks away.
“You’re welcome.” James says proudly.
Y/N snorts, “For what?”
“Oh come on, that guy is a total tosser.” James points out.
“Oh is he now?” Y/N asks, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him.
“Oh yeah, and he doesn’t even play Quidditch.” James adds, all matter of factly.
Y/N chuckles slightly, her head bobbing downwards as she shakes it slightly. “I know, he’s my cousin, Potter.” She replies with a slight laugh.
James feels his face burning as he brushes a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly, “Right, I knew that.” He says begrudgingly.
“Shouldn’t you be off trying to woo Evans?” Y/N asks, rubbing her arms up and down.
“Are you cold?” James asks immediately, shedding his outer robes.
“Potter, I’m fine!” Y/N protest, shaking her head.
“Shut up, Y/L/N, I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” James says, leaning over and wrapping the robe around her shoulders. He rubs his gloved hands up and down her upper arms, hoping to create heat.
“You, um, didn’t answer my question.” Y/N says, staring up into his green eyes.
“What? Oh, erm, I just had something to say to you.” He says, eyebrows pulling together in concentration.
“Out with it, Potter, come on.” Y/N coaxes, staring up at him with wonder.
James licks his lips slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Would you, er, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”
Y/N smiles at him, tilting her head slightly, “Are you, Gryffindor bad boy James Potter, asking me on a date?”
“Maybe I am.” James says, laughing at her.
Y/N sighs, looking up at him, “Sure. I’d love too.” She says.
James sighs with relief, grinning, “Great, now, let’s go over my stats from tonight, shall we?” He says, offering Y/N his arm.