James Potter X Reader: All I Want For Christmas

You sank farther into the fluffy cushions, the blazing fire beckoning you to just take a nap. The Gryffindor common room was always cozy during the winter holidays, and you loved it. The comfortable chairs closest to the fire were perfect for lounging around with a good book and a few butterbeers. Silence settled around the entirety of the castle most of the time, the snow outside covering the grounds in a thick blanket. On other occasions, though, the silence was broken with laughter and sounds of mischief as the other four Gryffindors were always up to no good. You were blessed with the company of James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, and they were sure to make every moment of the Christmas holiday unforgettable. Rather they were being playfully dreadful to Severus or transfiguring books into snowballs and having a war inside, they were always up to something. You had to admit it was nice to have a moment of peace. However, as always, your blissful moment was just that: a moment. James catapulted himself on your lap, a loud oomph leaving your lips. He simply laughed, tossing the book on your legs aside as he made himself comfortable.

“I have come to save you from boredom, your highness.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to push him off of you, yet he didn’t budge.

“The minute your head gets so big you float to the ceiling will be pretty entertaining, Potter.”

He just laughed, causing a smile to pull at your lips as you simply gave up on trying to shove him away. You were stuck and he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“Where’s the dog?”

James shrugged, leaning back into the cushions as he pulled a Golden Snitch from his pocket.

“Dunno. That’s why I decided to bother you instead.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, watching the Snitch’s wings flutter excitedly. James let it go for half a second before moving like a cobra striking, his fingers around the object in seconds. He did this once or twice before you sighed. You hated when he sat and said nothing.

“What do you want for Christmas?”

He caught the Snitch again, turning to look at you. His black locks were unruly as ever, his hazel eyes boring into your (e/c) orbs.

“What?”

You shrugged, grabbing another book from beneath you and flicking through the pages carefully.

“Christmas. What do you want for Christmas?”

To your surprise, he actually seemed to consider the question. Concentration was etched into his features, and you watched with mild interest. The beating of the Snitch’s wings seemed to echo in the silence as James thought on the subject for a long while. You were nearly ready to say forget it and take a nap when he finally spoke.

“A new broom would be nice, I guess.”

You groaned in exasperation. All that thought for a new broom? You could have told him that! However, something in his tone of voice made him seem less than truthful. He had something else on his mind all that time, and you were suspicious as to what. You decided not to pry, though, as you stretched.

“Whatever you say, Prongs. Now, if you would kindly shove off, I’m going to take a nap.”

Surprisingly, he obeyed, jumping to the floor. He didn’t say a word as he jammed the Snitch in his pocket before he climbed the staircase to his dormitory. Weird.

*~~*

James paced the room, Remus lying on his bed and reading about God only knows what.

“Why can’t I just say it, Moony? I could flirt with Evans for the rest of my life but I can’t just say something to (n/n)? What’s wrong with me?”

Remus carelessly turned the page of his book, half listening and not at all interested, if he was honest.

“Maybe you love her?”

James scoffed, shaking his head as he sat down on his trunk.

“No, that’s not it. It can’t be. I’m James Potter. A flirt. A charmer. I don’t just fall in love, Moony. That’s unheard of.”

Remus just sighed, shutting his book and setting it on his nightstand before he climbed under his covers.

“Then maybe that’s your problem…”

James didn’t get a chance to ask him to elaborate, for Remus had turned on his side and silently ended the discussion. Silence fell throughout the room as James turned out the lights before he crawled into bed himself. He knew what he wanted for Christmas. You.

*~~*

Christmas Eve had crept upon the world so quickly and silently, everyone nearly thought their calendars were wrong. Nevertheless, the decorations that scattered the hallways and the Great Hall didn’t lie. Christmas was hours away, and James still had no idea how to say he wanted to spend the day with you. In fact, after he got up and tried to tame his unruly hair, he decided a cheesy pick-up line would do it. It had to. Just do it. Just say it to her, James. It’s only (y/n). However, that seemed to be his problem as he slipped down the stairs to the common room. You were already there, as always, a butterbeer in your hand and a book about Quidditch in your lap. Your disheveled (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, (s/c) skin, and rosy cheeks seemed to put a lump in James’s throat. Why was this so difficult? He could have made Lily swoon a thousand times in the time it took him to get dressed. But you? You were such a different story. However, he swallowed the lump in his throat and walked over to you.

“Hey (n/n)?”

You looked up from your book, smiling tiredly.

“Hey.”

James watched you take a sip of the butterbeer, his knees seeming to go weak. Your eyebrows knitted together in concern as you gave him a curious look.

“You feeling okay, Prongs?”

He quickly nodded, his hands shaking as he avoided your gaze at all costs.

“So, you know when you asked what I wanted for Christmas and I said a new broom?”

You simply nodded, sitting up and setting your book aside. What was wrong with this poor boy? He swallowed roughly yet again, still not meeting your gaze.

“W-Well. What I really want is- is-“

You raised an eyebrow, watching as he sighed. What was he doing?

“Nevermind. It isn’t important.”

You smiled, the gesture turning to a giggle as he shook his head in something that resembled shame. You shrugged, offering him the rest of your butterbeer.

“Whatever you say Prongs. Although, I do know what I want for Christmas.”

He barely muttered his question of what it was as he took the bottle from your hands. You giggled again, watching him drink it in defeat.

“You.”

That made the boy stop. James slowly looked up, almost shocked as you smiled at him.

“Wh-What?”

You leaned back against the armrest of the chair, causal as ever.

“All I want for Christmas is you, Prongs.”

It was as if Christmas had come early. His hazel eyes lit up in excitement as he nearly dropped the butterbeer in an attempt to set it aside.

“That’s what I was going to tell you!”

You laughed as he dropped himself beside you, his usual flirty persona returning as he pecked you on the lips.

“Well, my dear, you have me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, toying with his messy hair as you smiled.

“And that’s all I ever wanted.”