The Boy On The Train [p.p]

the boy on the train [p.p]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: TRIGGER: anixety, anxiety attacks. please do not read if you are not comfortable with the following.

disclaimer: this is not in any way 100% accurate to an attack, everyone is different and this is mostly based off of personal experience. please know you’re never alone and you are so loved. <3

a/n: first narnia imagine, please let me know what you think in asks/replies. any feedback is appreciated!

request: maybe, if you're comfortable, Peter from Narnia with an s/o that has really bad social anxiety and/or anxiety in general?

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[ TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY ]

the train station was your least favourite place. you were never one for crowds, and especially not one for socialization. you wished dearly you could be like others, speak out and make friends with the children at your stops who rode the train next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the overwhelming nature of your anxiety steered you away from any interactions with anyone you weren’t well acquainted with, and there were not many of those people. instead, it became routine to keep your head low, fidgeting quietly with your hands in an attempt to avoid human contact until you arrive at your stop. it wasn’t ideal, and it wasn’t pleasant, but it worked all the same.

it had been a long day at school, with exams just around the corner you decided to stay a bit later to speak one-on-one with your maths teacher. you didn’t exactly excel in the subject, but you definitely could not find it in yourself to ask questions during class. 

the sole thought of speaking out brought a wave of nausea to wash over you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. you rather opted to wrote down your ‘stupid’ questions, and saved them for the end of the day when all the students had cleared out. 

you hadn’t realized just how long it was going to take however, as it was now nearly time for your regular train home to depart, and the next wouldn’t come for another hour. you briskly thanked your teacher and rushed to your locker, throwing books and pens in your bag hurriedly before zipping it up, slamming the door and practically throwing yourself outside, running as fast as you could to the nearest station, silently praying you wouldn’t miss your one-way home. you quickly descended the stairs, muttering some small “sorry”s and “excuse me!”s. 

you just barely slid through the closing doors, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. your relief only lasted a matter of seconds, however, because your whole ‘scene’ had managed to attract the attention of most of the cart, and you suddenly felt very aware of their eyes on you. you stood frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, as tears sprung to your eyes and fear suddenly consumed you. you felt like you were drowning. 

you shrunk down, turning your back to the sea of students watching and hopelessly attempting to focus on your breathing, eyes screwed shut. ‘it’s fine. you’re fine.’ you repeated in your head, trying to calm down.

a tap on your shoulder had you tense up, shooting straight up and turning to see a boy standing before you, concern lacing his features. his eyes grew wider as he saw you in your full state, gently taking hold of both your hands, pulling your attention to him. “hey, hey. it’s alright. look at me.” 

instead, your gaze dropped to the ground, thoughts of how embarrassing this was rushing through your head. “look at me.” he repeated, firmly. you did as you were told, tears now freely running down your cheeks and your body shaking visibly. 

his gaze was soft, calming; but it was intently on you, and you only. “breathe with me.” he coached, and you tried your best to follow his movements. it took a few minutes, him soothingly coaching you through your pain and slowly, but surely, you felt your breath evening out and bit your lip, trying to halt your crying. 

he reached into his jacket, pulling out a handkerchief and offering to you, which you gladly accepted, wiping your tears. the two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you cleaned yourself up, him waiting patiently for you to collect yourself.

you finally sniffled, looking up properly at your hero. he wasn’t super tall, but was taller than you with beautiful golden hair, and soft blue eyes. his eyebrows were furrowed into an expression of concern, and his lips were pursed. 

he looked about your age, you decided, and you swallowed hard. this man was absolutely gorgeous, and he was kind; he took time out of his day to help you through an attack. you were speechless in every way.

you stared for a moment, realizing your actions and moving your gaze to the floor, a sudden heat rising to your cheeks. “are you alright?” he spoke softly, and looking up at his dazzling blue orbs, you shot him a very forced smile. 

“yeah?” you tried to answer, but it came out as more of a question, and the crack in your voice said it all. his frown deepened, and instead of looking at him, your eyes danced around at all the unwanted eyes watching you, and you shrunk more into yourself. 

the boy seemed to take notice of this, and his gaze followed yours, seeing all eyes on you. he clenched his hands into fists, surprising you. “oi, mind your business would ya?” he yelled, and in turn some murmurs were heard, before quickly, the regular sound of chatter seemed to bounce through the train and all attention from you was gone. well, almost all attention. the boy in front of you still watched you as though you were made of porcelain and could break at any given moment. 

you finally felt the constricting feeling in your lungs lessen, and you looked up to your savior, his gaze intently focused on you. “thank you.” you managed, your voice quiet in contrast to the loud chatter around you, but it made the boy smile. god, his smile was even more beautiful than you would’ve thought. 

“don’t thank me, i was only doing what was right. i’m peter, by the way.” he stuck out his hand politely, and hesitating, you reached out for it, shaking it. 

“y/n.” maybe it was the way you were entranced by his appearance, or maybe it was the way he helped you, no questions asked, when he hadn’t even known your name. you couldn’t explain it, but this boy made you feel warm, almost safe. 

you weren’t used to talking to anyone, let alone a complete stranger on the train, but there was something about him that made you want to open up to him, to get to know him. 

“so, are you alright, really?” he asked, after a moment’s silence. you thought about it, and you suddenly realized since he’d found you, you hadn’t done any of the regular ticks to distract your mind of your anxiety; hair pulling, hand fidgeting, nothing. your features lit up into a proud smile, and you beamed up at peter. 

“yes, actually. i think i am.” he looked a little bit confused, but smiled nonetheless, proud that he was able to comfort you. 

you two chatted on for a little bit longer, before he looked behind him and saw three people looking expectantly at him, standing by the doors. the train slowed to a stop, and he sighed. 

“this is my stop, i’m afraid.” you frowned at this; you didn’t want your time to end. he smiled reassuringly, “i’ll see you tomorrow, i hope?” he asked hopefully, but you heard a slight nerve to his voice, and you saw the three behind him burst into a fit of giggles. 

his face reddened, and you mimicked his reassuring expression. “i’d love that.” you muttered, and with that, he waved. slipping off the train, who you would later find out to be his siblings, followed him in tow. 

the loss of his presence brought back a sudden overwhelming feeling, but you closed your eyes, picturing peter and repeating his comforting words in your head, and you felt the tension in your muscles relax. 

you were the next stop, you could make it. you found yourself lost in thought, and before you knew it, you were stepping off the station, head facing the ground, and making your way back to your house. 

the next day, you faced the same anxious feeling suffocating you as you sat with your head leaning against the window, your bag tucked neatly under your seat. it was only when the doors to the next station opened, that your gaze turned, your eyes meeting with his beautifully blue ones. smiles illuminated both your faces, and your worry was suddenly forgotten. 

and just like that, you found yourself sitting with the boy every day and night on the train, and very quickly you learned, you didn’t actually hate taking the train nearly as much as you once thought.

8 letters [d.m]

word count: 0.5k

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: n/a

a/n: a little drabble i came up with. inspired by 8 letters by why don’t we.

request: n/a

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draco stared up at the ceiling of his dorm, allowing his thoughts to roam wild. he was scared; that was the one thing from his racing mind that he could decipher clearly. though it felt like thousands of clouded thoughts were pulsing through his head at once, there was a common factor to all of them. 

a certain person had corrupted his mind, them being the only thing he could think about for the past few months they’d spent together. that certain person, was you.

you’d always been apart of his life, ever since that first day on the hogwarts express. he would never forget the snarky remarks you made towards him and his ‘high and mighty’ attitude. the memory made him smile, and looking back, he couldn’t believe where he’d found himself now. 

somehow, over the years, the hatred he had for you turned into something else, a newfound appreciation for your constant bickering and before he could process it, you’d formed an unbreakable friendship.

what he felt for you was something he’d never felt before. sure, he’d found girls attractive. you were so much more than that though. you were kind, brilliant, sympathetic, and you didn’t look at him like he was a monster. he’d never opened up to someone like he had to you. 

he wasn’t sure when but somewhere along the road he’d began to confide in you. one secret turned into several, and before he knew it, you knew everything. every insecurity, every lie he’d ever told. 

you very quickly became his rock; his home. the only person he could trust and show his emotions to without being judged. 

he knew what he felt. he knew he’d never feel this way for anyone else. you were one of a kind, there would never be anyone like you for him. that was what scared him.

draco was in love with you, there was no doubt in his mind. but he couldn’t tell you. the two of you had known each other for so long, and he was sure you didn’t feel the same. 

even if you did, with everything with voldemort, he couldn’t put you in that sort of danger. he couldn’t lose you, not after everything he’d gone through with you. without you, he wasn’t sure what he could do. 

it may have been selfish, but he needed you alive. 

he sighed, his eyes gazing over the old-style detailing of the dorms. his eyes slowly began to flutter shut, a picture of you slowly forming in his mind, laughing at one of his jokes. the corners of your lips pulled up gracefully as the beautiful sound left them, your eyes lighting up at the joke. 

the smile resting on draco’s lips was automatic, as his body slowly fell into a deep sleep, the same person taking over his dreams. 

he wished he could hold you, tell you how he felt. cradle you in his arms every night as you fell asleep, brushing your hair gently out of your face as you doze off. 

he wanted to kiss your forehead gently while you wrapped your arms around his middle, swaying you slightly. he wanted to wake up to your beautiful smile, your sleepy eyes that always gave him butterflies.

but he would never be able to do this. all because he couldn’t bring himself to tell you those three words.

if all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?

hate (?) [d.m]

word count: 1.0k

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: minor swearing

a/n: first imagine on this account! any feedback is welcome! 

request: n/a, but requests are open!

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“dammit!” you whisper-yelled, rummaging through your trunk as you scrambled to get dressed. “where the hell is my wand?!” it was nearly time for class; you were supposed to attend breakfast 30 minutes prior but you’d stayed up particularly late finishing an essay that was due. 

you nearly gave up all hope when you looked up and saw your wand exactly where you left it, sat neatly on your bedside table. you snatched it and literally ran out of the dorms and to the potions classroom. 

breathing a sigh of relief, you fixed your tie as you joined the sea of students heading into the room. you were lucky that your common room was in the dungeons, or you would’ve been late. not that it really mattered, snape would’ve let you off anyways. 

you took your normal seat next to your best friend theodore nott, who’d laughed at your disheveled and out of breath state. “you got lucky.” he whispered, as snape made his room, and you gently slapped theo’s shoulder, light laughter coming from you both as you settled into your seats.

“due to some.. reckless and unacceptable behavior..” he glared at some gryffindors. “...i will be reassigning partners.” snape drawled, causing the room to groan. 

“silence! move to your new seats once i announce your partners. do not bother to complain, i will not be making alternative arrangements.” you and theo frowned as names were called out, “potter and longbottom.” “parkinson and nott.” “malfoy and l/n.” 

you paused, hoping it wasn’t true. you looked at theo, and due to the apologetic look on his face, you knew you’d heard right.

draco malfoy was your new potions partner. you glanced over to see him packing up his bag to move next to you. he didn’t look at all pleased, and you were sure you looked the same. 

to put it simply, you and draco didn’t get along. it all began in your first year, when the two of you were neck and neck for top student in slytherin. ever since, the two of you had formed a rivalry of sorts and a growing hatred for the other. you couldn’t spend five minutes next to each other without an insult being thrown. 

this was going to be interesting.

draco sat down, saying nothing and keeping his eyes forward. you sighed quietly and did the same. snape continued on with his lesson, eventually assigning the task and letting you get to work. he turned to you, “let’s just get this done, yeah?” nodding silently, you both claimed certain tasks and got to work. 

it wasn’t long before you finished the potion, bottling it up and handing it into snape. “you see students, this is what it looks like when you actually follow what is said and make it right.” snape announced, causing some eyerolls amongst the room. “10 points to slytherin. you two are dismissed.” 

you smirked, clearly enjoying the praise and gathered your things. with a quick wave to theo, you left the room, draco following behind you. silence filled the hall as you both made your way back to the common room. 

you had to admit, you were surprised the two of you worked so well together considering your history. “you know, malfoy..” you both stopped at the sound of your voice, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “you don’t make a half bad partner.” you said lightly, taking him by surprise, before sending him a smirk. “for a moment there, i’d almost say you were better than me. almost.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“oh please l/n, we both know who’s the better potion-maker here.” he shot back, his infamous smirk plastered on his face. 

you looked at him up and down, “glad we agree then. i’m much better than you are.” you shot him a wink, quickly muttering the password to the portrait and stepping inside the room.

you were both aware he was much more advanced in potions, but you had dug yourself in now and you had much too much pride to give up now. “is that so? if i’m not mistaken, last week you nearly added rat spleens to your swelling solution rather than bat spleens!” 

you turned to face him as you shot back, “in my defense, my book was smudged and-” but before you could finish your sentence, your body collided with his and you would’ve been knocked over completely had he not reached out and caught you.

the two of you stood in shock for a moment as you regained your balance, looking up at him and opening your mouth to say something, but you closed it again as no words came to mind. you two made eye contact and froze, before you both began leaning in slowly. to your luck, just before your lips touched, the door to the common room began opening and the two of you jumped apart. 

the room quickly flooded with students, and without even looking at you, draco grabbed his books and joined his friends, acting as if nothing happened. you shook your head as you saw terry approaching you. 

“how was potions with malfoy?” he asked, an expression of humor on his face. “it was fine. i managed.” you said, laughing along with him.

however, you weren’t managing well. you couldn’t stop thinking about your ‘moment’ for the rest of the day. laying in your bed that night, he was the only thing on your mind. 

‘was he really going to kiss me?’ ‘was i really going to kiss him??’ ‘do i fancy draco malfoy?’ your thoughts and heart were racing. earlier that morning, you would’ve laughed at the idea of you and draco having a tolerable relationship. you’d hated the bloke. now, you weren’t sure that would be so bad. how could one action change your entire view on someone? 

as you closed your eyes and drifted into a deep sleep, the only thing you were sure of was that you definitely didn’t hate draco malfoy.

saved the night [g.w]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: george weasley x reader

warnings: a few swears, angst

a/n: this was so cute, i really enjoyed writing this one! :)

request:  hi!! i totally just binge-read everything on your account,,,but im wondering if you could do something like the reader gets ditched at the ball and george weasley discovers the reader like crying?? i’ll let you finish from there, ty xx (requested by @converseandcurlyhair)

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the yule ball was the highlight of the triwizard tournament. it was the talk of the school; especially now as the date approached quickly. you’d hear chatter through the great hall every morning, afternoon and evening, you’d hear whispers about it lingering in the library, and gossip bouncing off the castle walls. 

it seemed as though everyone in the castle, whether they be from hogwarts, beauxbatons or durmstrang, were talking about it. you’d sworn you’d even heard snape grumble about it once or twice.

you of course, were no different. you’d been asked by terry boot; a ravenclaw in your year. he’d asked you after the last potions class you’d had together, and you were more than happy to say yes. 

you didn’t particularly fancy him, in fact there was another boy who you’d been hoping would ask you, but when he never did, you’d decided terry wasn’t a horrible option. he wasn’t terrible looking either.

you'd informed your mother of the dance weeks ago, and she’d been persistent on buying your outfit and surprising you. she had a phenomenal sense of style, so you weren’t worried in the slightest about that; besides, it was one less thing for you to worry about. 

you really hadn’t realized how stressful a dance really was, and how many preparations were required. this had you thankful hogwarts didn’t have dances often, though now you weren’t quite sure how to act.

the weeks flew by much quicker than you anticipated; your mother had long since sent you your outfit, though you hadn’t opened it yet (as per her request not to open it until the night of the ball). 

finally, the day of the ball had arrived. you’d arranged with terry to meet outside the great hall before the dance began, and decided to get ready with your friends. classes had been cancelled that day in order to allow everyone to prepare themselves for the night ahead, so after lunch you’d gathered with your group and began your looks for the night. you’d styled your hair first, helping your friends with theirs as well. 

time flew by, and before you knew it, it was time to put on the outfit your mother had chosen. you gently opened the untouched box and pulled out a stunning fabric, smiling as you did so. your mother knew you well, and it was exactly the type of clothing you would’ve picked out yourself. 

you slipped into your nightly attire, adding some shoes and some quick accessories before you were all ready and left for the great hall. 

one by one, your friends branched off with their dates, wishing you a fun night as they did so. quickly you found yourself alone, reassuring yourself terry was only running late. though as the minutes passed, you saw the champions beginning to line up; you didn’t want to miss their entrance, so you decided you would meet your date inside. 

he may have just forgotten your meetup spot, right? you were sure there was a good explanation for his absence, and without giving much more thought, you’d joined the crowd of students awaiting the entrance of the triwizard champions.

you clapped along with everyone else, and as more and more couples found their way to the dance floor, you’d decided to take the time to look for terry. you peeked outside the doors again one last time, only to see an empty corridor. 

sighing, you stepped back into the lively room and moved through the crowd, keeping an eye out for him. you went to the clearing by the refreshments, hoping he’d found his way over to this side of the room, to no avail. you grab yourself a drink, a sinking feeling you’d be looking for a while settling in your stomach.

you were right; of course. it had been half an hour and still, no sign of terry. you’d given up now, a hopeless feeling rising up inside of you. you were nearly about to leave when you stumbled into harry potter; who did not at all seem pleased by the amount of attention on him. 

“oh! hey y/n, sorry about that!” he exclaimed, glancing around and helping you find your balance. 

“hey, harry.” you replied, softly. you almost walked away, before deciding one last attempt wouldn’t hurt. “say, harry. have you seen terry boot around?” harry gave you a look of confusion, before shrugging. 

he pointed in the direction of the dance floor, “i last saw him with some friends over there.” you smiled and thanked him, heading your separate ways. 

you looked around, finally catching a glimpse of him in the crowd. you smiled relieved, quickly making your way over, frowning when you saw him chatting up a girl you didn’t recognize, though you were sure she was from beauxbatons. 

you were sure he was looking for you as well because he had asked you. he must’ve given up; you were nearly about to as well, so you weren’t too upset. you tapped him on the shoulder, him turning and giving you a look you couldn’t quite decipher. “oh, it’s you.” he sounded bored, and you were confused. 

“you didn’t come meet me.” you replied, realization slowly hitting you. 

“that’s because i never planned too. you really think i’d ask someone like you to the ball? i only did it because anthony dared me.” he laughed, and the group of students that had gathered around the scene joined in. you had never felt more humiliated in your life, and you pushed your way out of the great hall, their laughter seemingly following you. 

you found yourself collapsed outside by the black lake, not entirely sure of how you got here. you cried, trying to mask your sobs with your hand as your body shook. you couldn’t believe you’d fallen so easily for the lie terry had told. you’d heard things about him before, but you’d been so excited to finally be asked that you rejected the possibility. 

now here you were, sitting alone crying your eyes out on what was supposed to be one of the most memorable nights of your life.

you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting outside when you heard footsteps heading your way. you didn’t even try to hide the tears at this point, it was beyond covering and you weren’t in a mood to care enough. this person sat down next to you, sitting quietly. you didn’t have the heart to look at who it was, but you knew immediately as they spoke. 

“are you alright?” he asked, and suddenly your body flooded with nerves. you weren’t prepared for him to come check on you, and you really weren’t sure why he was.

“‘m fine, george.” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. he frowned, scooting closer to you hesitantly, and when you made no attempt to move, he settled down beside you. 

“terry is an arse. doing that you was low.” he tried to reassure you, but you simply buried your face is your knees. 

“it was humiliating, and i look like a mess.” 

he sighed, unsure of what to do. “terry got told off and thrown out, if that makes you feel better.” he said lightheartedly, making you look up at him. 

“really?” you sniffled, smiling slightly. 

“yeah, flitwick wasn’t having it. deducted house points and everything.” this made you giggle, knowing terry was highly competitive, and it had made you feel a tad bit better.

your giggles died out, and you sat in a comfortable silence with him. “george.. can i ask you something?” you asked, finally looking directly at him. he smiled, nodding for you to continue. “why’d you come check up on me?” you asked, finally feeling more confident. 

he paused, looking out towards the lake. “i was worried about you.” he said simply, causing you to frown in confusion. 

“what?” 

he sighed, “i like you y/n, a lot. you’re the most amazing person i know in all ways possible. you’re kind, funny, beautiful, you care so much about others and never put yourself first. i could go on for ages. you deserve so much better than terry.” 

you sat speechless, staring at him in shock. not in a million years would you think george weasley would like you back. taking your silence as rejection, he went to stand up, but you quickly grabbed his hand, him turning to face you, and you gently pressed your lips to his in a sweet, quick kiss. he smiled, you reciprocating. 

“i like you too, george.” you said genuinely, and he stood up silently, making you frown. 

before you could question, he offered his hand out to you, “care to dance?” you looked at him confused, but seeing the mischievous smirk on his face, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up. 

he gently placed one arm on your waist and took one of your hands in his, swaying you slowly to the slight wind rustling around you. you placed your head on his chest, allowing him to guide you through the motions of the waltz professor mcgonagall was so keen on teaching you (and in that moment, you couldn’t have been happier for having suffered through those dancing classes). 

you gently took your head off his chest, taking a moment to look him in the eyes. “thank you for this.” you whispered, a smile etched onto your face. 

“it was my pleasure.” he answered, and the two of you continued to dance in silence, thankful for each other's company. 

as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, you thought about your horrible night, and how george weasley somehow managed to save the day and make it exactly what it was supposed to be; one of the most memorable and best nights of your life.

happier [j.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: james potter x platonic!reader

warnings: angst

a/n: italicized text = flashback / really happy with this one!

request: Can you do a James Potter imagine where he was best friends with a girl for his whole life and Lily is jealous of their relationship so he breaks off their friendship, and the marauders are all super mad. And then he sees her with other people and regrets everything please? I love the imagines you’ve done so far x (requested by anon)

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you watched him with her, sitting across from each other at the gryffindor table, laughing together. they looked happy. he looked happy. that’s all that ever mattered to you. if his happiness meant you were no longer a part of his life, you decided you could live with that. 

you were only 2 years old when you met james potter for the first time. you lived in a house next to the potters, (though it was remarkably smaller, and looked quite silly next to the large manor), and your parents had decided it was time to meet your neighbors. 

your parents having tea with his turned from a one-time meeting to a daily occurence, meaning you and james would spend a lot of time together. at such a young age, you were simply happy to have someone to play with, little did you know.

you were 6 years old when you made your promise to each other. the one you were sure would never break; one that would bound your friendship for life. 

“james, will we always be best friends?” you asked, your big eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“of course, y/n. best friends forever.” he replied, smiling down at your smaller figure. 

“pinky promise?” you stuck out your pinky; a tradition you’d learned from your muggle-born mother. this was something you’d taught james long ago, and without hesitation he’d liked his finger with yours, sealing the words you held dearly to your heart for years to come. 

perhaps you were naive for thinking he’d keep those words.

you were 11 years old when you’d first stepped foot on the hogwarts train. you remember being incredibly nervous that entire morning, and james had held your hand and practically dragged you onto the train. 

the two of you had found a compartment with 3 other students in your year; sirius black, severus snape, and lily evans. you didn’t recall much of what was said in that carriage, though you would never forget lily defending severus against sirius and james, or the look james gave her when she’d first snapped back at his snarky remark. 

those things stuck with you, probably because they never changed; james and sirius formed an ongoing rivalry with severus, and james’ crush on lily only grew with time.

you were 15 years old when things started to change. james had always been someone who loved attention, not that it was his fault; being an only child, he was used to having a lot of it. so when he’d started showing off to lily in your first year, you weren’t surprised nor phased, because no matter what he’d always make time for you. 

however, it had started to become a somewhat recurrent theme as to where he’d miss a study date, claiming he’d forgotten or where he’d be too busy to make plans. 

you knew he truly was busy; he’d been extra passionate about quidditch recently, and he felt pressured to keep up his grades, so you never thought too much of it, because at the end of the day, you still hung out regularly; you had your own share of things to do, and you were content. 

you were 17 years old when james had finally won lily over. in your opinion, after so long it was a little bit suspicious that suddenly she’d taken interest, but you saw how happy she made him so you kept it to yourself. you and lily got along fine as well; never having really spoken to the girl, aside having the odd casual conversation here and there. she seemed nice, from the few chats the two of you shared. 

you were 17 years old when you realized that wasn’t the case.

it was about a week into their relationship when james stopped ‘forgetting’ your study dates (rather blatantly cancelling them instead) more frequently. you tried not to take it too personally; he’d finally got the attention of the girl he’d been pining after since the first year, and you figured it was best to give the two some space for the time being to settle into their relationship. 

you would wait for him to come to you when he was ready.

however, time went on and james never came back; if anything, you’d found him distancing himself more and more. they were little things; certain things only his best friend would notice. 

the way he nervously tugged on the edge of his robe when you’d talked, short responses during your conversations, little nervous glances when the two of you were alone together. 

james had been acting very strange, and you didn’t know if this was something you should be worried about, or if it was simply a phase. 

the boys had noticed his behavior as well. sirius and remus watched james practically throw you aside without a moment’s thought, simply because his new girlfriend asked him to. 

they were fully aware of what the two of you had gone through together and to see him give it up for a girl who for years wouldn’t give him the time of day, had them furious. they’d tried to confront him about it, but he’d only shrugged them off, “you wouldn’t understand. you’ve never been in love.”

after a month, you barely spoke to james at all. you were hurt beyond belief, but there was no reason to dwell on the past (or so you’d been telling yourself). you’d made better friends with remus, sirius and even somewhat peter, though he didn’t talk much. 

you supposed the three pitied you, and since james spent all his time with lily, they had nothing better to do. they’d told you on multiple occasions this wasn’t the case, but you didn’t fully believe them. you appreciated their company though.

slowly however, you drifted away from the four notorious gryffindors altogether. you’d found a new group; your potions partner and newfound friend, mary, had introduced you to her group and they welcome you with open arms. 

mary was a ravenclaw, and it was a nice change from all the idiocy you previously surrounded yourself with. you could have intellectual conversations with your new friends and it was refreshing; you found yourself barely thinking about james at all anymore.

james was sitting across from lily at breakfast, smiling and laughing at a joke she’d made. “i’m going to head to charms early, i want to check over something for the essay before class.” she told him, standing up. 

“should i come with you?” he asked, fully prepared to leave his half-full plate behind. 

“it’s alright james, i’ll see you in class.” with a quick wave, lily sauntered off, leaving james to his own thoughts. he shrugged, continuing with his meal. 

he glanced around, suddenly feeling bored and looked for his friends. he’d caught sight of sirius’ wild curls, and grabbed his plate, moving to sit with his friends, who all gave mixed expressions as he sat down. 

“how's it going lads?” james asked, digging right back into his food as if he hadn’t sat uninvited. 

he glanced around, furrowing his brows. “where’s y/n?” 

sirius looked furious, remus blinked and peter dropped his fork, causing confusion and slight worry to rise in james. “why do you care where they are?” sirius snapped, taking him aback. 

“what do you mean?” 

the other marauders looked at james as if he’d grown another head. 

“mate, you haven’t even looked at y/n in weeks.” remus said, disappointment laced obviously in his tone. 

“well, lily said i spend too much time with them-” 

“prongs, honestly. can’t you see what she’s doing? she’s controlling you! you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?” sirius spoke with a dangerously low tone, trying not to cause a scene. 

james felt as though he’d been slapped in the face. “where are they?” he asked again, his voice failing him as he spoke. 

sirius stood up, huffing and walking off, remus shaking his head and following behind. peter scrambled up, pausing and pointing james quickly in the direction of the ravenclaw table before scurrying off and following the other two out. 

he scanned the table, clearly confused before he saw your face. you were listening intently to a story the person across from you was telling; james couldn’t see who it was because their back was to him, but the blue-clad robe had him confused. when did you make friends with a ravenclaw?

before he knew it, you burst out laughing at something your friend had said and his chest tightened. he watched your body shake with the giggles that escaped your lips, his heart growing heavy every passing moment. 

sirius’ words replayed in his head. “you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?”. 

he cared deeply about you; he never stopped caring. he wanted so bad to go up to you and apologize, but he knew what he’d done was unforgivable. he’d never even considered how you would feel when he’d left you. 

he’d finally got the girl of his dreams, and yet it cost him his best friend; the only person who’d stayed with him through everything. 

and the thing that was killing him the most? 

was that you completely, and undeniably, looked happier.

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