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Running Hot

it's been storming where I live so this is very self-indulging but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

James was a hot person. Not just physically, your boyfriend was definitely attractive, but temperature-wise as well. He was, in general, a hotter person.

Which made it a perfect match when you’d got together, and you were someone that ran colder. One thing James hadn’t accounted for, despite your tendency to be cold, was that you loved winter.

So, after a long day of making snowmen and throwing snowballs, you finally let James usher you in, teeth chattering and shivering.

“Atta girl, come on, let’s get you warmed up,” James guides you into his apartment, toeing off his boots on the mat before bending down to help you.

“There you go, baby,” he whispers, unraveling you slowly. You shiver under his touch, watching him as he concentrates on removing each of your layers.

“Th-thanks, Jamie. S’ real-l-l cold out there, h-huh?” You say, teeth chattering against each other, hugging your arms around yourself.

James chuckles, “Yeah, sweetheart, s’real cold. How about we get warm though, hm?”

You nod as he leads you further in, with a hand on the small of your back. He guides you onto his couch, grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders.

“Here, throw this on top of your sweater too, yeah? I’m gonna make some hot cocoa.” James hands you his hoodie and presses a kiss to the crown of your head as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You shuffle your feet up, curling up under the blanket, and slip on the hoodie. It hasn’t been washed since the last time James wore it, and you’re not too ashamed to inhale the woodsy scent that lingers, instantly washing over you with comfort.

You can hear James fighting with the thermostat, colourful courses being muttered, until it finally grumbles on, blasting heat through the vents. 

“You okay, angel? Hot cocoa coming up soon, yeah?” James calls out to you, and a smile forms on your face as you hear him fumbling around in the kitchen.

“Jamie?” you call quietly.

He pokes his head out the doorway, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you come cuddle?” You flip half the blanket open towards him and pat the spot next to you.

A cheshire grin spreads over his face. He jogs back to shut off the kettle and practically leaps next to you onto the couch.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He mumbles, maneuvering the two of you until he’s laid flat on the couch and you’re lying right on top.

You tuck your head in the space between the back of the couch and his face, legs all tangled up together.

“Hi,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Hi back at you, pretty.” His arms wrap around you tighter, pulling you up and against his chest. You snuggle in closer, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat.

“This okay?” He spreads the blanket over the both of you, stretching it out to make sure all your sprawled limbs are covered underneath.

You hum in appreciation, “Yeah, s’really nice.” A yawn breaks through. “Thanks, Jamie.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Get some rest, yeah?” He brushes the hair off your forehead and presses a kiss to it.

“Love you, Jamie,” you mumble into his chest, lips pressing against his clothed pec.

“Love you too, angel.”

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[harrypottersgal]

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎'𝚜 (𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏)

𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴇʀᴀ

𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒，𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 your O.W.Ls we’re fast approaching. In other words, you felt like walking off a cliff at this point.

It was around six or seven-ish, and you were coming through the great hall doors as you had took a long walk after dinner around the black lake, however you got side tracked when Hagrid ended up showing you some unicorns. If anyone asked, they were interesting!

Dragging your feet up the seemingly endless stairs, you eventually got to the gryffindor portrait of the Fat Lady, to which when you arrived, she asked,

“Password?”

And you were stumped. What was the password? When it came to remembering things, you were as useful as a potato.

“Password?” The Portrait asked again, but it seemed as if she was a bit more impatient, and snappy with you, so you decided against your better judgement to snap back,

“Alright, just give me a minute, Jesus!..”

You said, quickly and snappish. It took a few more minutes of standing with the irritable woman when the password finally came to you.

“Ah! Here we go! Caput Draconis!” You said with a bright smile, proud that you had finally managed to remember the password.

“It’s about time..” The Fat Lady muttered under her breath as the frame swung open.

Heat and warmth welcomed you in, after being out in the cold so long, it was incredibly comforting.

To your surprise, your boyfriend was sat inform of the fire, one leg lay flat on the couch, while the other was propped up, a book inbetween his hands. As if he could feel you looking at him, he looked up and smiles softly as you walked over.

“Hey, you didn’t have to stay up you know?” You spoke to him, moving his sandy brown hair away from his eyes.

“I wanted to see you before you went up, I didn’t realise how much time had passed,” Remus said into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the side of your head.

He sat up from your embrace, and lay back down on the couch, holding his arms out infront of him so you could lay down on his chest.

“Watcha’ reading?” You asked, laying your head down below his chin, looking up at him. He looked down back at you with a soft grin on his face, knowing you liked it when he read to you.

“The Catcher and the Rye, you want me to read it out loud?” He spoke, watching as you opened your mouth to ask, before taking the words right out of your mouth.

“Please..”

And with that, he opened the book up with one hand, and had his other arm wrapped around you.

“What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.” He read gently to you, watching when he had finished a paragraph as your eyes slowly drooped.

“That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all." "I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.”

And your eyes finally shut, letting the soft crackle of the fire, the warmth of Remus and his gentle voice coax you into the comforting darkness.

And this is my first tumblr post! I hope you enjoyed it, I'm not too sure of I like it or not, but it will have to do, but dont be silent!!

Maddie xx