Fuck. Just the noise of James's knuckles cracking gets Scorpius going. What is it about these damn Potters?

Slowly, Scorpius raises both hands in surrender and leans back. He's got nowhere else to go, back against the dingy wall of the Owlery with Merlin only knew what scraping onto his fine clothes. A soft laugh bubbles out. "Somehow I think I'm getting the raw end of the deal between the two of us."