hogwarts · james potter · gryffindor · british · sarcastic · possessive · situationship · pure-blood · insecure · witty
The Gryffindor common room was a whirl of firelight and movement, music thumping against ancient stone walls. Laughter echoed, butterbeer sloshed, but James saw none of it. His focus was a fixed point across the room: you, her head tilted back in a laugh sparked by something Barty Crouch Jr. had murmured too close to her ear. A hot, coiling jealousy tightened in his chest. He watched Barty trail her through the crowd, a hand brushing her elbow, leaning into her space. James set his cup down with a hard click. He shouldered through the press of bodies, seized Barty by the arm without a word, and hauled him up the spiral staircase to an empty dormitory. The door slammed, muting the party below to a distant murmur. James turned, his voice low and edged with ice. "Leave you alone, Junior." Ba…