#jamie!

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james potter x gryffindor!fem!reader

"Thank you for today," you said to James as the two of you walked back to the common room. You gave him a soft smile. "It was fun."

He returned the smile. "It was?" he replied, a smug grin on his face. "Well, then, maybe you should let me-"

You interrupted, leaning in, partly because you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face, and partly because you just wanted to. You kissed him, and the look of shock on his face all but dissolved as he cupped your face, deepening the kiss until it was all you could think about, all you could feel.

You had to come up for air sometime, and you sighed when you did, forehead resting on his. "Goodnight, Jamie," you murmured, turning away to your dorm. And James, for once, had absolutely no words.

Later, you were climbing down the stairs from the girls dormitory when you heard James's voice. Before you could stop yourself, you hid behind a wall and listened.

"Remus," his voice was ecstatic, "Sirius, she kissed me!"

The two of James's friends looked half amused and half annoyed. "She did what?" Sirius asked, sarcasm evident in his voice. "It's not like you haven't been telling us this for the past hour, Prongs."

James rolled his eyes in response, but his eyes sparkled. "She kissed me," he murmured again, huge smile on his face.

"Is he okay?" Remus whispered to Sirius, loud enough for James to hear. "Sounds like he's got a mental illness."

Sirius laughed. "Yeah, no, he's definitely not okay."

"I just got kissed," James perked up, "by the girl I've had a crush on for years. I'm not allowed to be excited?"

You took this moment to move yourself from the wall, walking down the stairs towards the common room, where the marauders were sitting.

James grinned when he saw you. "Hi, Jamie," you said, leaning over him to give him a kiss.

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A Ghost at Colluden Moor Chapter 4 Jamie!

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She stands on shaky legs and walks slowly and carefully down through the trees. Why she doesn’t think about re-touching the stone she doesn’t question. Deep in her brain, she knows. Jamie, he is here somewhere.  Her heart knows this. A small part of her feels guilty about Frank. What he must be thinking?  Not guilty enough to head back to the stones and her own time though.

She makes it down to the bottom of the hill and searches out the land. Being a combat nurse has taught her survival skills but not for  the time she was in. If she is right about Jamie, then it is the 1700’s. Bloody hell what is she to do in this time? Maybe she should head back up and try to go home. While thinking this, she hears a voice she would know anywhere.

“Lass?” She jerks around and just stares. Jamie!  In the flesh. She sees the  wonderful blue of his eyes, smells the sweat and blood, why is there blood?, on him. He seems taller then he did at the battle ground. His hair more, just more. “Do you need assistance, lass?” He stands a respectable distance away.

“Why are bleeding?” it is the first thing that comes to mind. There is so much she wants to say but he doesn’t recognize her.

He gives her a quizzically look. “Well, it isn’t my blood, or much of it. We had a wee run-in with some Redcoats. Are you doing alright mistress? Out her all alone dressed in so little.”

Right, her dress would seem quite risque in this time. Thinking quickly she says, “I was set upon by bandits. They removed my clothes. I was traveling with my lady’s servant, heading to my relatives in London. My husband recently passed and so I was heading home. My servant ran off when they came upon us. I pray she made it somewhere safe. I ran until I couldn’t anymore and was just trying to decide what to do when you stopped. So, yes could use some assistance.”

“Of course lass.”

“Claire, my name.”

“I am Jamie. They didn’t harm you did they, molest you?” his face is stormy. She can so see him charging across the boggy Moor.

“No, just my clothes.”

“Good, come lass. I will take you to the keep of Leoch. My Uncle Colum is Laird there. He will see you have shelter and clothes.”

“That will be most welcome, thank you.” He leads her to his horse.

“Meet Donas. He looks intimating but I won’t let him harm you.”