#jamius

James: ... why

Sirius: I SHIP IT

James: Of course you do

Remus: I SHIP IT TOO

Sirius: JAMIUS FOREVER

James: ... why are you like this

Remus: LET'S SHIP EVERYONE WITH EVERYONE!

Los hombres de James.

"You know, they say that to overcome something or someone you have to be at least two percent more intelligent than whatever it is you're trying to conquer," Scorpius said, chuckling. James' ineloquent fumbling had given him a moment to regain his breath. "Come on James, be two percent smarter than the buttons," he teased.

"Oh shut up. I could just hex your pants off," James grunted as he finally got the last button free, proving that, if nothing else, he was two percent smarter than a series of buttons. He tugged Scorpius's trousers and underwear off, running his hands up the boy's pale legs with a triumphant smirk as he knelt down in front of the boy on his knees.

"You know, we're in a shower. It shouldn't have been that hard for you to get me naked," Scorpius said, shivering lightly as James' hands ran up his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah, keep teasing," James said and leaned forward to kiss the boy on the hip, his tongue tasting the salt on his skin. Slowly his kisses slipped lower. Scorpius found that he was just about out of witty comments as his brain filled with crackling static.

There was a heavy sigh. Outside the day was bright and cheerful. Students milled around the ground, laughing, joking, sleeping on the banks of the lake. Not Scorpius. No, Scorpius was trapped; trapped in the terrible oppressive dark dank, lonely, miserable, bleak, gaunt Library under a pile of smelly old books.

For a minute Scorpius didn't think he could handle all this. This stupid essay, and this stupid school. His social life was in constant shambles. Rumors spread about him easily (after all he was the son of a, gasp former death eater gasp. What a scandal) and he ways always falling behind on his work because of those damn Potters.

He slumped back in his chair, cursing under his breath. There was this stupid nine-page essay over the properties of Goblin teeth due TOMORROW and Scorpius had yet to put a period on a page. This was all damn James Sirius Potter's fault.

He picked up one of the molding texts (Impractical Potions: Ingredients and Procedures for the Inquisitive Volume 2) and opened it to the index. He scanned the page for Gs. Gargoyle Claws, Gabion, Galactophagist, Galatea, Gaur Hooves, Gelid preparation, Goblin snout, Goblin t-

"Scorp!" Whispered. There was a laugh. That damn laugh. Oh, how he hated, no loathed that stupid, ignorant, arrogant, playful, mellifluous, charming, stupid laugh. Scorpius looked up slowly.

James Potter had both elbows on the table and was sitting on his knees on the opposite chair, leaning right over the table, a mere inch from Scorpius' face. He looked as jubilant as ever, his hair a total mess as always, his tie undone all lop-sided and everything. "'Ello Scorpy." He teased. "Whatcha' doing all locked up in here? It's a bloody beautiful Sunday. Al's been lookin all over fer ya'. So am I actually. I wanna to go swimmin' with the squid with ya but you weren't around."

Scorpius glared. "James," He said in a cold warning tone. "I am trying to work. I have a very important, very long essay due TOMORROW. I have my OWLS this year you know. It's your fault I didn't do this yesterday. You convinced Albus and I to stop all our bloody homework to sneak off to the kitchens with you. It was distracting, unethical and down right embarrassing for me as a Student and a member of the Slytherin house." He said sharply.

"You and your Slytherin-iness." James laughed. "Yeah, yeah, you an Al are little grass snakes. That doesn't mean you can have a go-round of fun like a good old G-Dor every now and then."

Scorpius sighed AGAIN. This was hopeless. "Please, let me work." He said shortly, and looked back at the index. He had lost his place. He gave a deep sigh and began scanning the page for Goblin Teeth again.Gargoyle Claws, Gabion, Galactophagist, Galatea, Gaur Hoo-

" ScoooOOOooooorp " James said musically. "Please come play? Can't you do this tonight?" James asked.

"NO." The younger boy said firmly, brushing a stand of his fairy blond hair out of his face. "Now leave me alone." He looked back at the page. Gargoyle Claws, Gabion, Galactophagi-

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy." James said sternly, mocking Draco Malfoy as he pushed his hair as far back on his scalp as he could. "I demand that you stop wasting a perfectly good Sunday and go swimming right away."

Scorpuis didn't even lower his book. "No." Damn he lost his spot again. Gargoyle Claws, Gabi-

"Scorpy." He sounded defeated. He sounded….sad. It drove Scorpius crazy. That stupid, empty tone of voice that made HIM feel like HE was a bad person drove him absolutely nutters. "Fine I'll leave," He sounded like a damn child. "On one condition."

Scorpius lowered the book. "What is it James?" He said softly.

James grinned like a mad man. Before Scorpius could think or breathe or put two and two together, the older boy- his best friend's older brother- had grabbed him by the neck tie and kissed him right across the table. It was a thing that they had done many times before- in the bathroom between classes, in empty class rooms, even in the cellar of Honey duke's last trip to Hogsmead. They never let anyone, especially Albus (Especially Albus), know. It was their secret, and it turned Scorpius to mush every time.

When the older boy pulled away, he had his trade mark stupid grin on his face. "Tell me you love me."

Scorpius scowled, trying to fix his hair. "Fine." He muttered and looked back at the page. Gargoyle Claws.

"I love you."