~(kiss one)~
I know that words aren't enough
But you're better than this
Oh, what would your family say if they knew? If they knew your feelings… But, truthfully, they're the last thing on your mind right now as you go into that changing room occupied by the person (wizard) whom you just can't seem to get out of your mind lately.
Your stomach fills up to the brim with a mixture of butterflies and hesitance as your eyes meet his breathtaking hazel ones. You spit out some flattering words ("You played really great today – amazing, actually.") because it's common knowledge that James Potter loves his ego stroked more than anything.
Confusion crosses your face when you see he doesn't seem as victorious as he should – as he usually does after a well-played Quidditch match. Uninvited, you make your way from the door to the bench where he's sitting – your hand lightly brushing against his back is enough to turn your pink cheeks to a shade of red darker than your locks.
"What's wrong?" you question. You don't have to be his friend to know that he's acting out of the ordinary, but you realize you probably do have to be his friend to earn a reply. Kicking yourself for trying to get personal with him before you even introduce yourself (though he already knows who you are, more than likely, thanks to your older brother's recent wedding), you move to leave.
"Rabastan, right?"
You sit back down as the butterflies soar from your stomach up to your mouth at the sound of his voice saying your name. You just nod, suddenly feeling as though the one-year age gap between you two is a hell of a lot bigger. You grimace at the way he makes you feel like a mere child, like a insignificant little boy.
His tawny eyes rake over you and you can feel your cheeks turn hot. "You're blushing," he comments with a laugh and a melt-worthy grin, which only turns your face even redder.
"You never answered my question," you state, trying to regain your composure.
His grin quickly disappears from his handsome face as what was bothering him previously returns to his mind. James shrugs his shoulders and sighs, making you wish you wouldn't have brought the question back up. "It's just Lily…"
You wrinkle your nose at the familiar name – you know her all too well. The object of James' affection. The Mudblood… "She doesn't really deserve you" slips from your mouth, the words coated thickly with jealousy. "You could have anyone, you know?" It's true, though, and you know it – everyone knows it. Everyone whispers about how that lion is just wasting his time – that there are so many more witches (and wizards, mind you) who would happily treat him like he deserves.
And again, he just shrugs his shoulders as if he couldn't care less that he could have anyone because he only wants her. "I – well, moving on is easier said than done," he answers simply.
Gryffindors are known for their courage and risk-taking, but that doesn't mean the traits don't exist inside some Slytherins. You take a deep breath and hope to Merlin that he doesn't react badly (after all, Quidditch does keep those muscles toned…). Wincing, you slide just a hair closer to him. When his cinnamon eyes lock with your deep blue ones, you can feel your heart thudding against your chest and you feel as if you can't breathe. "Have – have you ever tried to? Move on, I mean…" Your voice is shaky and low and all you can think about is how his lips would feel pressed against yours, how those hands would feel running along your body…
When he's the one to make the first move, something like relief washes its waves over you. You can feel his warm breath on your cheeks as he leans slowly closer to you. And when his lips finally meet yours, you feel as if you're in Heaven. Nothing matters at this moment – nothing. You cast aside your differences as you bring each other closer together. Your hand running through his dark hair, his tongue exploring your mouth. There's nowhere you would rather be right now and there will be nothing you'll regret more someday.
This is the first of five kisses shared between James and Rabastan. Each kiss will be a new chapter so there will obviously be five chapters.
This is the first ever Rabastan/James fic and is part of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings. Please give a mention if used. For more pairings, check out the forum link on my profile.
The lyrics at the beginning belong to the band Mayday Parade.
Thanks mew for the prompts, betaing, and suggesting the pairing.
:)