"Y/N!"

Turning around to see who had called your name, the books in your hand slipping from your grasp as you did so.

"Oh shit-"

James hurried over as he berated himself internally, falling to his knees to help you gather your books, a blush gracing the boy's face as he did.

"Sorry, I was just trying to, um, offer to help."

You smiled at the reddening boy, thanking him quietly as he took the bulk of your reading material into his grasp.

"Thank you, James."

The seeker couldn't resist the infection of your smile, his heart accelerating as the two of you made your way away from the library and back towards your Common Room.

"How were you struggling with these books? There's only like four here."

You huffed at the teen, rolling your eyes at him as you adjusted the strap of your bookbag upon your shoulder.

"Sorry I'm not strong like you, Mr Quidditch Star. Some people have smaller hands and less strength, alright?"

A hearty laugh escaped the Gryffindor as he stopped in his stride, noticing that you had stopped your trek towards the Common Room, hands crossed as he stared down at you.

"What's wrong now?"

You tilted your head at the boy, frowning.

"How big are your hands then, Mr Seeker."

James cracked a smile, one that felt infectious as you suppressed the desire to smile back at him.

"Wanna compare and find out?"

A brow was raised as you feigned contemplation, lips quirking to a side as James was consumed with the thoughts of your lips on his.

"Mm, no. You just want an excuse to hold my hand, Potter."

"What- That's not it!"