James Potter

Quite some time had passed since you were together, yet you had memorized his gestures and caresses. When your eyes met again, it felt as if you had never been apart, as if you were still in his bedroom, lying there stroking his bare back. The gaze lasted only seconds, but it felt as if all the years of your relationship had flashed by once more. James approached you slowly, holding a glass of champagne. You looked down, praying he wouldn't say a single word, your eyes landing on his old shoes, which made him look even more immature. You were at the alumni reunion; you had graduated two years ago.

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He spoke, breaking the cycle of glances. Hearing your name coming from his mouth made your skin crawl; you had the strange feeling that this "greeting" would be the beginning of another new torture from James Potter.