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Thank Merlin for cell phones and the crazy Muggle technology he couldn't begin to understand that kept their messages flowing through the fall and winter months. Surely, things could have gone worse. Scorpius hadn't been kicked out of school; he was merely on probation, so he had to keep his head up and not get into a single ounce of trouble ever again. Mr. Potter had been very understanding, more than he had a right to be after what he'd seen, and the howler Scorpius got his from his parents about the probation only had him humiliated for a week or so.

All in all, things had worked out.

Even though he couldn't see James anymore, he could talk to him through texts and, brief, phone calls. It wasn't as frequent, but it would have to do.

By the time the holidays rolled around, Scorpius convinced his parents to let him stay with the Potters for the week leading up to New Year's. He spent about two hours trying to find the right clothes for his first visit with James in months and to make a good impression on Mr. Potter, although Al found it hilarious when he saw Scorpius on their front porch wearing a checked sweatervest and a button-up.

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It takes all Scorpius has in him not to charge James and pin him to the wall. Instead he stops mid-pace, looks at him, and feels his stomach do flip-flops. Looking at him directly means acknowledging how annoying good looking James is becoming. The gawkiness of his teens is giving way to broader shoulders, a more mature expression, and Scorpius can't help adoring the new James just as much as the old.

"Al's showering," he says, glancing past James towards the hall, to ensure no one was out there besides James.

And James's face gives way to utter and complete relief as he slips into the room, gently nudging the door shut behind him. "Thank Merlin," he mutters, ears a little pink as he cuts his eyes back up to Scorpius again. "He doesn't usually take long, but..."

They have a few minutes, at least. He hesitates, then holds the bag of cookies out to him, as if in offer.

Tentatively, Scorpius steps closer. Is that an invitation? Or is he reading too much into things? They're alone, but they're not alone, and maybe James wants to keep things cool until everyone knows, and Merlin, Scorpius is still so unsure about telling Al anything about this at all...

Plucking a single cookie from the box, Scorpius takes a nibble, not at all hungry but it's an excuse to remain close.

"We probably have fifteen minutes," he says, swallowing.

"Less," James admits grudgingly, moving to slide the box of cookies onto the top of a bookshelf. "Da's keeping a close eye on me." He hesitates, before stepping forward and reaching out, trying to gently catch his elbow to drag him a little closer. "Really, stupidly good to see you, by the way."

Merlin, it's ridiculous how his skin lights up under James's grip. Brought closer, he's afraid maybe he didn't brush his teeth well enough this morning or that he's sweaty from nerves or that maybe James will reconsider their strange relationship now that things are how they are.

"You, too," he admits before he can stop himself, face blotching with color. It makes him feel like a first year all over again. "You look...different." Shit, he meant to say great. "Different good," he amends, dumbly.

"Are you okay?" James asks, a little surprised by the way Scorpius's face is lighting up, and he feels his own skin flushing a little again. He's been so quietly excited, so ridiculously nervous that he can't imagine that Scorpius might be worried about how he's feeling.

He clears his throat softly, before finally just giving up and pressing his face into the hair atop the other boy's head and whining softly. "Wish you could've just come to my place."

That whine.

Merlin, that whine.

Scorpius drops the remainder of the cookie outright and wraps his arms around James's middle, curling in close. Stupid. Stupid, how excitable this makes him, just being held, smelling James again.

"Didn't think Mr. Potter would like that," he says, quietly, face buried in James's chest.

"Yeah, and I don't think your father would have, either, if he'd found out. Hard enough for you to just come here to see Al at all, isn't it?" But the sulkiness in James's tone is eased slightly by the way he slides his hand down Scorpius's back, rubbing gentle circles against his spine through his shirt.

If this is what he could get, he'd take it. Spending months coming to terms with the fact that he was gay wasn't really worth much if he didn't get to actually spend any time with his boyfriend.

Scorpius laughs. "Merlin, no, my father is annoyed enough that I'm even friends with a Potter, let alone what he'd think when he finds out I'm dating one." Not that Scorpius particularly cared, but best to keep it between them until he graduated and could get his own place or at least not be held back by being underage. "Although I think Al's grown on him." He grins a little against James's chest, teasing him.

"Al grows on everyone," James huffs, like this has been a point of contention between them for a while. Briefly, he squeezes Scorpius, before nuzzling a kiss against the top of his head and releasing him with what is nothing short of absolute reluctance. "Gonna take these cookies to mom, I guess."

Because he seems terrified of being caught slipping in or out of the room with him.

"But, er- if you and Albus hang out after board games tonight, maybe I'll see if I can hang with you guys."

"Erm, wait, no, don't--" Scorpius stutters, stupidly holding at James's side, not at all willing to let him go just yet. "Sorry. I just... I've missed you." And as embarrassing as it is to say, as much as hurts to be this vulnerable in front of someone, Scorpius forces himself to say it. His fingers clench at James's shirt. "Can I at least kiss you before you go?"

For just a second, James finds himself thrown completely off-kilter. He's not used to Scorpius asking if he can kiss him, not used to hearing the other boy stutter, and it makes something in his stomach twist. For as much as the definition of their relationship has only served to make James a thousand times more confident in it, it seems to have Scorpius on confusing new ground.

"I've missed you too, dumbarse," he mutters, and then smirks at him with a sassiness he doesn't really feel. "And you don't have to ask to kiss me."

Permission granted, Scorpius practically throws himself at James, mouth on his nearly before James can finish his sentence. All that pent-up emotion had just exploded inside him. And sure, they'd texted and whatever, but that wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as sneaking out to torture James over the phone or have a meal with him.

Scorpius groaned into the kiss, cupping both of James's cheeks before his fingers slide into his boyfriend's hair.

And James leaned back to brace his shoulders against the door, looping his arms around Scorpius's middle again. He pulled him close, holding him flush against him and returning the kiss with just as much fervor - and pent-up longing, too, definitely - before breaking the kiss and looking away with a dizzying pleased little smile. "Merlin," he whispered, dazed.

"Been waiting months to do that," he says, breathlessly. And while he knows it would be better to stop while they're ahead, he's too greedy to worry and leans up against James's body, keeping him there against the door. "More than that. We'll have to figure out a way."

"We will," James promises, twisting a little to nuzzle a kiss against Al's cheek, the shell of his ear. His fingers press into the small of his back, belying the fact that this is really much, much harder than he's trying to make it seem. "We'll - have to go flying or something again. We'll make it work."

"Right," he agrees, although it's unendingly difficult to pull back with James pressing here and kissing there, nuzzling, holding. It's a lot, after such a lack of physicality for the past few months. It seems like it's been years. And Scorpius, even as young as he is, isn't exactly used to being celibate for that long.

"All right. Okay."

Slowly, Scorpius pulls back, licks the taste of James off his lips and then glances at his bed. "Erm... do you want to stay? I mean....we can leave the door open..."

James holds his breath for a second, looking at the door and then back to SCORPIUS, before he exhales with a long nod. "Yeah, it's - I mean, if we just leave it open, that's gotta be fine," he answers. He licks his own lips in turn, using one hand to smooth his hair down as he tugs the door open with the other.

That done, he looks at the bed, fidgeting when he realizes that it's the only available seating, and then shrugs before flopping down onto it onto his stomach.

"C'mere. Got a new game on my phone, I'll show it to you." Which really is nothing more than an excuse to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

Scorpius feels hot all over just hearing James say c'mere. It's just been way too sodding long since he's heard him hum it like that, all casual and boyish. It reminds him a lot of how James was at the beginning, how he tried to keep the distance that Scorpius just kept closing.

"You and your Muggle toys," Scorpius drawls, but he's intrigued anyway as he lays down beside James with their shoulders touching and their hips threatening to, as he leans in to share the screen and watch.

It's really the warmth of Scorpius's shoulder next to his that has him smiling slightly as he pulls his phone out and shows him some ridiculous little app that he's downloaded. James is very much invested in his own Wizarding culture, but he has enough of his grandfather in him to be fascinated by the impressive leaps in technology made by Muggles, too.

The hand not messing with the phone reaches out, though, mid-explanation to seek one of Scor's. They'll have enough warning to let go before Al just returns, right?

"A dangerous game," Scorpius hums thoughtfully, as if talking about the thing on James's phone which he is not at all paying attention to. In reality, it's the hand in his, which he squeezes gently in return, locking his fingers through James's. His hand is warm.

"Not really," James answers, because he doesn't get it at all and is, in fact, talking about the game. He does squeeze Scorpius's fingers back, though, as if reflex more than actual measured intent. "It's mostly just a little puzzle thing."

"I mean you, you dolt," he says, giving James's hand another squeeze as he reaches across and tries pressing things on the screen that James had been touching. Really, he couldn't care less. As long as they're laying together, blissfully together, talking, touching - life is good.

"Oh," he answers sort of dumbly, then grins sheepishly to himself as he strokes the pad of his thumb against the back of Scorpius's hand. He angles his phone a little to let him see it better, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully. "Told Lily, by the way. She thought it was cute."

That's a bit shocking, but then Lily seems like the most rational of the Potters. She's always been nice to Scorpius, so it's good to have another ally either way. Still, he glances at James with both brows quirked.

"That means you're planning on telling Al soon then?" Scorpius can't hide that he's worried. Even more than Harry or Ginny's reaction, he's afraid of what Al will say. Or do.

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hahaha freudian slip, jamie?

CHRIST HAHA that got creepy fast, sorry

i won't admit to writing such a pairing before *cough cough*

:X ok sometimes the worst pairings are the best I WILL ADMIT..

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i won't admit to writing such a pairing before cough cough