"You'd better," James warns, "if you want to make it out of the pond without getting dunked again. I've got a few good ones in me left, Slytherin." But he's still grinning, still trying not to howl laughter and let him go. Deliberately, he chooses not to dwell on the warmth of the other boy in his arms, how appealing the sight of him so close is. Weird, stupid stuff that doesn't deserve a second thought.