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━James Fleamont Potter was as firm as a statue holding a fragile and sleeping Stella in his arms, protectively. He had already been awake for 2 hours and he hadn't moved an inch since then because he was afraid that he might wake her up.
If you tell 3rd year James Potter that he'd get a chance to sleep next to the girl he loves, his young self would probably be dancing and leaping in joy.
Because right now? James Potter was cuddling next to Stella and she fully let him.
He could recall last night's events of her mumbling in her sleep for him to stay, so James did.
Here they were laid down on a small single bed in the hospital wing with the sunlight hitting the back of James' hand so that it wouldn't flash her eyelids.
The longer James stared at Stella, the more he fell harder for the girl. His heart was doing things to his body that he didn't knew was possible until now.
