James Potter constantly thought that he was better than everyone at everything. He was at the top of the class in most subjects but he struggled with Muggle Studies. It wasn't that he exactly struggled but seen as he refused to revise or really try for that matter and it involved memorising information, he wasn't doing great. If he applied himself he'd do fine.

You were sat in the common room with your text book on the coffee table in front of you two.

As you knew he would never ask for your help (because of some male pride issue) as he felt as though he was doing perfectly fine, so you had to volunteer to tutor him. You may love him, but he infuriated you sometimes. And by sometimes you meant all the time.

Continuing to explain everything on the page, you looked up to check if James looked confused. He didn't. But he also wasn't looking at the page, or even at your face.

"The book is over there my friend. What makes you think looking down my top will help you with Muggle Studies?" You questioned pulling your robes around you.

It wasn't as though you were self-conscious, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before, but clearly you were a distraction.

"Well you are muggleborn," he grinned.

"Sadly Potter, you can't just draw a diagram of my breasts to pass this subject."

"I'd definitely pass then."

You elbowed him in the ribs, gaining a groan from him.

"Well that doesn't matter. You need to revise. Just because everything else comes naturally to you, you do need to work on the things you aren't good at. And I know revision goes against your 'I'm so cool' appearance you claim to have, but you need to pass this subject. It's easy," you sighed.

He rolled his eyes, throwing his arms up in deliberation.

"But this is boring. Can't we come back to this later?" He frowned.

"No. The quicker you start revising, the quicker you can finish," you smiled encouragingly.

In a flash, James' arms around latched around you, pushing your back onto the sofa with him leaning over you. Leaning down he kissed you firmly, before trailing his lips down your jaw.

"I. Can. Think. About. Something. More. Interesting. We. Could. Be. Doing. Rather. Than. Studying," he said in between kisses.

"Really, because I don't think that's going to help your grades," you stated, giving his chest a firm push, so that he moved away from you slightly.

"We could go up to my dorm," he grinned. "And after you can talk to me about muggle studies as much as you like."

"How about you pass this subject and graduate, then we can think about it?" You smiled innocently, slipping out of his arms and making sure there was a fair bit of space between you and him.

"You're no fun," he frowned.

You leaned towards him, a smile on your lips. "Now if you even want to kiss me again, I suggest you pass this subject or you'll have to get used to being abstinent."

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Written by Charlotte.