James's belated thoughts will certainly come to the forefront, as he won't be going down without a fight. All thoughts of romance or anything of that nature fly from his mind as James pushes him, and he goes down like a leaf blown by the wind. But he holds on, too surprised to do anything else but grip James's wrists for dear life.

With a little noise of panic, Scorpius goes down, and he takes James with him. Straight into the water of the old pond, filled with Merlin only knew what. It stunk. That was Scorpius's last thought before he went under, hauling James along for the ride.

And when he came up, he looked much like a drowned ferret. All that blond hair really didn't look so nice plastered to his pale skin. Standing up in the waist deep water with a gasp, he looks at James like the other boy has hexed his eyebrows off or something. Right now, he thinks that would've been better.

Adrenaline takes over, and with a scoff, he throws himself at James. It shouldn't be amusing to be this dirty. To be wrestling in the water with James Potter. Beside himself, Scorpius might be smiling. A little.