"Well there you go," Scorpius snarls, leaning in a little to test just what James might do. "I like sucking prick. Your brother likes sucking prick. Maybe we sit around all night and discuss how much we like sucking prick." Now Scorpius is just pressing his luck.
It's reflex, more than anything else, panicked and flustered and angry: he reels back when Scorpius leans in, attempting to swing his fist - hard - into Scorpius's face. Whoops.
Scorpius doesn't have time to dodge, and James isn't exactly weak. The punch lands hard against Scorpius's jaw, and there's a resounding crack of a noise that sounds suspiciously like a broken tooth. As Scorpius reels, he sinks to his knees from the punch, and when he spits the coppery taste out of his mouth, he realizes it's blood.
"Yeah, well, I warned you," James hisses back, but he can feel sudden anxiety knotting up in the pit of his stomach. He's not an ignorant first year anymore - neither his parents nor the school were going to be pleased with this. "...come on, let's get to the infirmary."
Scorpius jerks away from James's insistence. "Don't touch me." His words are sharp bitten and cold. He gets back to his feet, embarrassed that he's so physically weak that one punch brought him to his knees. On the plus side, James looks sick with guilt. Or maybe he's just pissed he could get in trouble for this.
With a scoff, Scorpius glares. "You've done enough damage for one night, don't you think?"
"I assumed you just looked fragile, I wasn't expecting you to actually be made of porcelain." His knuckles hurt, but he's not going to rub them in front of Scorpius, not right after that. Antsy, he glances down at the blood he'd spit, before cutting his eyes back up to his face. "Oh, come on. Just hex me or something to make it even."
Scorpius scoffs. "Hex the son of Harry Potter? You must be mental." That was probably the only reason he hadn't raised his wand yet against James. The Malfoy name certainly still carried some weight, but more in a negative way. People couldn't forgive his father's crimes, even now that Draco was nothing more than a glorified paper-pusher at the Ministry.
"I blew your brother; you punched me - why don't we call it even?"
"Doesn't matter who I'm the son of-" James Potter II, you are the biggest hypocrite to have ever attended Hogwarts. "-this is between you and me, and my dad has nothing to do with it."
He inhales a sharp breath through his nose, though, seeming to deflate at that last comment.
"So you weren't making that up. That's actually a thing that happened."
"I already told you I didn't make it up," he snaps, nudging his way past James so he can get his back off the wall. His skin feels all prickly. There's probably owl dung in his bloody hair, Merlin's soggy y-fronts. Maybe he regrets pushing James to this point. Just a little.
"You two are way too young..." They're hardly two years younger than him, but that doesn't seem to matter: he's pretty sure Scorpius isn't lying now, and his mind is hurtling through a half-dozen different reasons as to why he and Al shouldn't be friends, ever, period.
Scorpius is a few feet away now, but he turns to grin at James. "Do you really believe that...or are you just jealous? Because if it would shut you up, I'd offer to blow you as well."
Scorpius rolls his eyes. "Well, fine, then. Let's just cut to the chase. Why don't you tell me what will shut you up and make you leave so I can help out?"
He removes his half-written letter from his pocket, clearly intent despite the fact that he's still swallowing blood, to finish the damn thing.
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He inhales, clearly with the intention to say something, to argue somehow, but instead his eyes just land on the letter. He is completely dumbfounded for one of the first times in his life, and finally James just shrugs, an expression of utter defeat.
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Scorpius doesn't have time to dodge, and James isn't exactly weak. The punch lands hard against Scorpius's jaw, and there's a resounding crack of a noise that sounds suspiciously like a broken tooth. As Scorpius reels, he sinks to his knees from the punch, and when he spits the coppery taste out of his mouth, he realizes it's blood.
"Prick," he snarls, face red.
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With a scoff, Scorpius glares. "You've done enough damage for one night, don't you think?"
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"I blew your brother; you punched me - why don't we call it even?"
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He inhales a sharp breath through his nose, though, seeming to deflate at that last comment.
"So you weren't making that up. That's actually a thing that happened."
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"But don't worry. It won't be happening again."
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Scorpius is a few feet away now, but he turns to grin at James. "Do you really believe that...or are you just jealous? Because if it would shut you up, I'd offer to blow you as well."
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He removes his half-written letter from his pocket, clearly intent despite the fact that he's still swallowing blood, to finish the damn thing.
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"Forget it."