"Am not," he argues with a little laugh of his own, and tries not to think about how nice the feeling of Scorpius actually wriggling on his lap is. James shakes his head, still grinning, and leans in to kiss him hard as he simultaneously attempts to break at least one had free to start kissing him again.

His laughter. It was a good sound, an earnest one, and he wants to hear it again.