What do you mean there's class today?
That was the first thing James thought when he woke up today. Since it was his birthday, he thought he would get a discount and skip class, since he's also famous at Hogwarts, and there's no denying that.
Even so, he had to get up and get ready for more boring and ridiculous classes. Lucky for him, who was known by everyone, even by those who didn't study here anymore, so he got a lot of gifts from his friends and strangers, even the teachers seemed more tolerant of his jokes.
You also gave him gifts. Of course they were the best ever gave to him (or so you said to yourself while shopping in hogsmeade), who wouldn't want to receive them and, a bonus, date you?
Chocolate frogs that doesn't melt? Check. The coolest broom with his name written on it? Check. A picture of his favorite Quidditch player AND signed? Check. Well, then what's missing to make everything perfect?
Oh, the birthday surprise party!
Remus, Sirius and Peter (more Sirius than the others) had arranged with you and a few other people who were close to your boyfriend, to throw a huge party in the gryffindor common room, knowing full well that no one would dare argue with the famous marauders, (and also they were smart enough to know how to cast a spell to not anonnying people with the sounds of it) then the party was starts at nine o'clock at night.
"Right after the doors close, get it?" Sirius had said to you hours before.
It was half true, because you knew you couldn't walk around the huge castle after nine o'clock at night, so you would have to either use James' invisibility cloak or go to their commom room before the time. To end the confusion, you preferred to be exemplary and to be left your common room at eight forty, so that it wouldn't be possible to miss the beginning of the party, since getting there would be a struggle to breathe here and there.
It was funny how you couldn't even eat properly at dinner because you were thinking about what you would dress like.
Your friends even asked if you were sick, since you didn't say anything at dinner, just what was necessary and right after everyone finished eating, you disappeared from sight.
When you finally arrived at your dorm, half the time had already passed, so you had an hour and a few minutes to get dressed before it was time to leave.
Your body could barely enjoy the bath because the absurd anxiety continued to plague your mind with stupid questions. Is everything really done? Will he really like the gifts? You thought about it over and over again, even when you had already gotten out of the shower and were getting ready in front of the mirror.
The clock that a roommate had put up last week — because one of them had get late for herbology class — said 8:25.
Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety, your throat had gone dry at times. Your hand was shaking as you fixed your hair, what if he doesn't think I looked good? You betrayed yourself with the thought again.
Over time, you managed to look "acceptable" (or so you thought). It wasn't time yet, but out of anxiety, you picked up the presents wrapped perfectly in his favorite color and left, walking calmly, even though inside you were almost committing self-cannibalism (is that possible? your mind retorted).
Getting there was as weird as leaving the common room, you just wanted to pretend you hadn't even stepped foot outside. But not this time! James is your boyfriend, he doesn't deserve this.
People from different houses came in with big and cool gifts, all dressed up. It was nice to know that your boyfriend was loved by most of them.
Sirius ends up seeing you, as he leaves the painting, there, standing while observing subtle details that seemed like the best thing to you.
"Come here, you can leave this on the gift table!" Black ran towards you, grabbing the wrapped — clearly — broom from your hand, his eyes widening in excitement to see if it was as cool as James' current one.
You recognize some faces there, like Remus, who talks to you a little, but ends up leaving to help someone with the balloons written J. F. P. and a drawing of a lion that roared every time someone passed by.
After him, you spoke to Peter and Sybill, both of them were excited to know what else you had brought, however, you kept quiet and said nothing other than that it was for Potter.
Lily and Marlene were sitting on the couch, the drinks in their hands were "just an appetizer", according to a smiling Mckinnon.
It seemed to you that the time would not change from nine past two, James would probably arrive at nine past ten, because of the little party thrown by the quidditch boys.
Well, he arrived at exactly nine past eleven (to contradict? perhaps), everyone was quiet when Lupin, wearing Potter's cloak, spotted him and told everyone to shut up and turn the lights off by their wands.
Three... Two... One!
"Happy birthday, James!" The more than twenty people shouted to the boy who had just arrived, completely tired.
He was speechless, he smiled so much that you thought he would tear the corners of his dry lips. His eyes shone with happiness, quickly traveling over each face, until stopping at you, and his gaze softened, also his smile.
His voice seemed too hoarse for anyone to understand anything he said, all emotional.
After many hugs and kisses on the cheek, the party finally really started, the drinks and food were falling apart in people's hands.
You, in the other hand, went towards your boyfriend, who opened his arms to hug you so tightly that you could hear your bones fuse together.
"Thank you, I love you so much, you're amazing..." And he continued to mumble more and more words like that, clinging to your neck, all happy but also surprised.
"I love you too, Jamie." You answer after he stammers a speech about how much he loves you, little by little he separates himself from the tight hug and looks at you.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," it seemed like he knew what you were thinking hours before, his eyes seemed falling in love with you "your presence's already a huge gift for me."
You open your mouth to answer, but when you hear the word gift, realization dawns on your face as you realize he hadn't seen those beautiful, well-arranged presents of you yet. So you give him a little kiss on the cheek and leave, running to the gift table. This left him confused for a few minutes until you came back, already with the gift wrapping in your hands.
"Happy birthday, Jamie." You say as you hand him the presents, smiling from ear to ear. You nod your head so he can sit next to you on the couch and comfortably see better. Slowly, you can see his eyes go from present to presenf, noticing the smallest details in them.
"Oh? Damn, now you got me, love." He says laughing, not really expecting three presents just for him at one night.
Delicately James opened the first one he picked up, as soon as the plastic was removed and the photo, which you had been waiting in tremendous anxiety to see his reaction, was revealed, he whimpered.
"I can't believe it..." James raised his head to you, his eyes starting to get wet with the tears that seemed to be coming, he bites his lips. Even though he was very anxious to be able to kiss you and tell you how happy he was, Potter still needed to open two more presents. Obviously he immediately grabs the broom, tapping his fingers on it.
"You didn't need to..." He gets quiet when he saw the most beautiful (from the players' point of view) and popular broom, and to make matters worse, it had his name written on it. It was so good and beautiful that it was already polished, it wouldn't even give the boy this much work.
"Fuck, I love you so much, oh Merlin!" He carefully released the broom and attacked your lips, not caring about the rest of the people there, only about you. Your tongues danced together, your cheeks felt the scrape of the tip of each other's nose with every well-spent millisecond.
How James loved (still loves) this.