Chapter 7
Chapter 7
James’ POV:
I was walking down the hall trying to get to class when my arm was grabbed and I was yanked into a dark broom closet.
I tried to go for my wand but it was taken before I could.
I was super disoriented when the light turned on and I saw the face of my boyfriend, Barty, staring at me with… anger? No, confusion? Hatred? No, it was definitely confusion swirling in his beautiful hazel eyes.
Damn, I was down bad for him- for all of them. How did I not see it before?
He shoved me into the wall and knocked both the wind out of me and everything off the shelf.
“What the-” He cut me off before I could finish telling him off.
“What are you doing, Potter? How far are you really willing to hurt people for a fucking prank?” He asked me. His eyes had finally settled on pure unfiltered anger.
“What the fucking hell are you on, Barty?” I asked in total disbelief. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You know damn well what I am talking about. The way you pretend to look at us in class. The way you blow us kisses during quidditch like it’s some game-”
“Barty.” I tried to cut him off but he ignored me.
“-The way you have Reggie wrapped around your fucking finger. Or should I say your dick.-”
“Barty!” I tried again only to be met with the same result.
“-And don’t even get me started on that stunt you pulled with that Gryffinslut. How much did you pay her, huh? Trying to be the hero? Trying to ‘protect your boyfriend’? Always have to be the fucking center of everyone’s fucki-” I smashed my lips onto his, pushing him into the opposite wall.
I pulled away after a minute. “Can you just shut the fuck up and listen to me?”
He nodded, clearly out of breath and shocked.
“I don’t pretend to look at you in class, I’ve genuinely missed so many notes because I get lost staring at you guys trying to figure out how you're so damn, fucking, beautiful. Lily is about damn tired of me asking for notes. I have no idea why Reggie is so called ‘wrapped around my finger’ I haven’t done anything but be nice to him. And as for that slut, I found her in the halls later and hexed the shit out of her for touching what’s mine- Ours. I felt rage like I had never felt before when I saw the marks she left on Evan’s arm. I love you three more than I could have ever imagined and have no fucking clue what to do about it because like you so eloquently said, it’s just a damn prank. Our whole relationship is a damn prank. But you know what isn’t a prank? My jealousy when that girl touched Evan. You know what’s not a prank? My missed notes because I can’t stop staring into Reg’s beautiful grey eyes. You know what’s not a prank? The amount of times in the last game that I lost the snitch because I kept catching myself looking for you in the stands. That’s what’s not a prank.-” I stopped to catch my breath because I had actually just winded myself from talking.
Barty looked shocked before the rage returned.
“I’ve never let people in easily. If I let you in, you have to fucking promise that you won’t ever need to be let back out.” He looked like he was so close to breaking.
“I promise. I promise I will never hurt you or Regulus or Evan. I’m here for the long run, Barty.” I said it with so much sincerity that I kind of shocked myself.
His only reaction was to smash his lips onto mine, rather aggressively but I wasn’t complaining.
And people already believed that we had disappeared into this closet to snog so, why not?