Scorpius feels his cheeks getting a little warm. Why isn't James leaving? Going to bed? Anything, anywhere other than standing here, in front of hm, looking at him like that. With that bloody stupid handsome grin.

"What reason do I have to be anything other than civil, Potter? Merlin, you're annoying." Snapping the book shut, he turns his back to James and slides it back into the shelf, perusing for something else. All too keenly aware of the heat of James's body behind him. It reminds him how it felt at the pond, with James's arms around him.

"Don't you have a toilet to puke in?"