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James Potter is completely aware of the fact that he's never exactly been the poster child for emotional openness or maturity. It's taken him a little while to come into his own - maybe a little longer than most - but he feels better about his place in life lately. He's finally reconciled that he can still be himself and a Potter, that the only standards that he has to live up to are his own.

That his family will love him, no matter who he chooses to be - or be with.

Can you stop by later? he'll text Scorpius. It's late on a Sunday afternoon, right in the middle of summer - Scorpius has been out of Hogwarts for a few weeks now, which is strange and strangely thrilling all at the same time. Not that he can admit that part out loud. We need to talk.

It's a good thing, really. James just never seems to realize that 'We need to talk' is the most fear-inducing thing a person can possibly say to someone else.

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"-- no way. I'm terrified of your dad."

Words he has never actually admitted out loud before.

"I'd rather just die of the Dragon Fever."

At that, Scorpius laughs outright. He has to bite his lip from just getting hysterical on James. "I knew it! I bloody knew it! And you call me a prat for being afraid of your dad. Hypocrite."

But instead of being angry, Scorpius leans in and presses his lips to James'.

"My father's not a bad man, you know. He'd learn to love you, because I do."

"I doubt he'd go that far."

James can't help the little thrill he gets at the kiss, though, and he's chasing him down for another one.

"-- does he have a clue? About you and me."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he knows I'm bent," Scorpius says. "I mean, I've never come out or anything, but look at me." He laughs lightly, but it's true. He sort of fits the mold, as it were, of what people thought gay men were like. He'd only spent a little time as a young teen fighting that; now, he embraces it.

"But I...don't think he even knows your name, really." Scorpius admits this reluctantly. It's not a good sign when your father knows the name of your boyfriend's brother but not your boyfriend. "He calls all Potters Potter no matter."

"Well..." He takes a breath. "Gryffindor. Guess I'll have to right introduce myself at some point, huh." His own father had faced down Voldemort by the time he was James's age; surely he could face Scorpius's dad. "Better now than at the wedding, I guess." A hypothetical and thoughtless figure of speech - better sooner rather than later, he meant.

............................

Scorpius' eyes widen, beautiful cool blue in the dim light of James' apartment. Flabbergasted, he just sits there gaping for a second.

"...Sorry, did you just fuck up asking me to live with you and proposing marriage all in a single night?"

James's own face goes scarlet and he shoots an utterly startled look at Scorpius, before he sputters out: "That wasn't a proposal, it was a joke! You know what those are, right?!"

"I do, actually," Scorpius says, grinning. "That was one, about you proposing. Don't wet your knickers." He leans in, kissing him again. "But it's really quite cute that you panicked. Guess you're not the marrying sort."

Scorpius is just having too much fun with him now.

"I am, so!" He's scandalized now, if only playfully so. His entire family was pretty traditional, honestly; he had always assumed he'd be doing the marriage thing when the time was right, too. "You're just still, y'know, kind of a kid.... I didn't want to give you ideas." Said haughtily, as if he weren't barely older.

"Oh, right, good save there." Scorpius shoves him playfully, then grins as he crawls into his lap. "You know, I'm officially not a kid anymore. I can do magic outside of Hogwarts and everything." He lifted his wand and dragged it along James' chest. "I've heard there are some pretty fun spells I haven't ever got to try."

"Besides, it's not like I'd marry you in public. It's be a giant secret, but maybe you'd stop worrying that I'm about to dump you." He wraps his arm around Scorpius's waist, expression unimpressed. He gives him a little squeeze, eyes on the wand. "And what kinds of spells are those?"

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