FIC: Meet The Parents (Take 1)

[leashy_bebes]

Title: Meet The Parents (Take 1)
Author: leashy bebes
Rating: PG.
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Beta: brighty18, thank you honey :)
Summary: Malfoy family gathering! Outtake from Getting There. Picks up right after GT ends.
Words: ~5k



It's almost half past one in the morning by the time they finally disentangle themselves from each other. James watches Scorpius pick up his clothes and get dressed, and the blissful haze enveloping him is far more than the usual post-orgasmic relaxation. Because Scorpius is his. Really his. Really not going anywhere, really falling in love with him. It's almost unbelievable. When Scorpius bends down beside the bed to pick up his shirt, James can't resist grabbing his arm and pulling him into a lazy kiss.

"Come and see me tomorrow?" he asks afterwards and Scorpius nods. "Brilliant. I should be home by about three."

"Alright," Scorpius says, one knee on the mattress as he leans down to kiss James again.

"You're keyed into the wards so just come round whenever you want."

"I will. I've got some things to do in the morning, but - I'll see you," he says, stepping away from the bed and slipping his shirt on, doing up a few buttons before throwing his robes on over the top. For once he actually looks dishevelled, a splash of colour still high on each cheek, his hair in disarray, clothing half askew. The sight causes a warm lick of desire, but James is mindful of the fact that he needs to be up for training in a ridiculously short space of time, and that Scorpius has a better chance of sneaking back home unnoticed now than he would have in a few hours.

"Walk you to the Floo?" he offers, and Scorpius shakes his head.

"Don't be daft. Go to sleep."

"Mmm. Alright," James nods. "Scorp, I - " he says, and then stops, not sure what words could possibly express what he wants to say.

"Me too," Scorpius says, planting one last kiss on James's mouth before he backs off. "See you tomorrow."

"Later today," James corrects.

"That," Scorpius nods. "Bye."

He gives James a little wave on his way out of the room. James blows him a kiss in return and then falls back into the rumpled sheets, with what's probably a ridiculously smug smile on his face. He can't remember how long he's wanted this, how soon after the first time that want became need became love. And alright, for a while he's been fairly sure that what they have has been getting steadily more serious, but knowing, really definitely knowing... It's amazing. It's also horribly mushy but James can't bring himself to care.

Over the roar of the Floo, James turns onto his front, burying his face in the pillows. They smell like Scorpius's hair and James can't resist taking a deep breath, falling asleep quickly.

When James gets home from training in the afternoon Scorpius is already there and the sight makes James grin widely, his exhaustion immediately forgotten. He drops his broom as soon as he sees Scorpius sitting on the sofa, reaches down, and pulls him onto his feet and into a hug.

"I could get used to this," he mutters, kissing Scorpius briefly. James's hair is still wet from his post-training shower, and Scorpius pushes it out of his eyes.

"With practice," he says seriously and James smiles at him again, cupping Scorpius's face in his hand, thumb stroking over his cheekbone before he leans in for another kiss.

"Lots and lots of practice," he murmurs against Scorpius's mouth. Scorpius laughs and tightens his arms around James's waist. "So much practice," James croons and Scorpius nods in agreement before looking up at him, suddenly serious. James has noticed that before, that when he's building up to say something important, Scorpius is very good at wiping his expression completely clear.

"So, I told my parents," he blurts out, and James takes half a step back, looking down at him seriously.

"Whoa," he says, impressed. "That was quick."

"Yeah. Well. In for a sickle, in for a galleon, right?" Scorpius asks, sitting down again and patting the cushion next to him.

"I suppose," James nods, settling himself close to Scorpius on the sofa. "When'd you do it?"

"This morning," Scorpius says. "At breakfast."

James snorts with laughter and then looks at Scorpius guiltily. "Sorry, just... Did you at least wait until after coffee?"

"Merlin, yes. Well, my parents drink tea, but yes."

"Right," James says softly. "And?"

"And they would like to meet you," Scorpius admits. "You know. In your official capacity."

"As?" James asks playfully, raising an eyebrow.

"My boyfriend," Scorpius says pointedly, poking James in the ribs. "Until I find a less ridiculous word."

"Right," James laughs, catching hold of Scorpius's hand. "Okay."

"Just 'okay'?" Scorpius asks after a pause. "No attempts to wriggle out of it?"

"Of course not," James says, rolling his eyes. "Listen, I'm - thank you. For telling them."

"Oh," Scorpius says, looking taken aback. "Well, you know - You were right. People have to know, I suppose, if only to reduce the chances of any more relatives walking in on us and having a fit."

"Right," James nods. "Stupid Al."

"Shut up."

"Gotcha. How did it go with your parents, anyway?" James asks.

"Oh. Actually not that bad. Mum was pretty embarrassing, though."

"How so?"

"Ugh," Scorpius groans and then laughs, shaking his head and leaning into James's side. "Does he treat you well?" he asks in what James imagines is a terrible mimicry of his mother's voice.

"Merlin," James laughs. "And you said?"

"Said you treat me like your very own personal princess," Scorpius says smartly and James's eyes widen.

"Tell me you didn't."

"Of course I didn't!" Scorpius laughs.

"So...no explosions or anything?"

"Only controlled ones," Scorpius jokes and James slings an arm around Scorpius's shoulders and roughly pulls him closer, kissing his temple and up through his hair.

"So, when is the date of doom?"

"Next Sunday, if you can make it."

"Sure. As long as I've slept off Saturday's Quidditch I will be a font of witty and charming and good-enough-for-your-son-honestly-Mr.-Malfoy conversation."

"I just bet," Scorpius says, raising an eyebrow.

"You have no faith in me," James teases.

"I have quite a bit, actually," Scorpius admits. "You are very charming."

"Ha," James grins. "In the spirit of that, d'you want a drink or anything?"

"Uh..."

"Sandwich? I'm starved."

Scorpius says he doesn't want to eat but he comes into the kitchen with James and sits on the edge of the table while James taps the coffee maker with his wand and then sets about making himself a sandwich. Scorpius looks askance at the heap of salad James piles on top of the ham and the precarious looking final product, loaded with meat and salad and pickle.

"What?" James asks. "I'm a growing boy."

"You are not," Scorpius scoffs, laughing when James waggles his eyebrows and gives him a lewd grin around a mouthful of sandwich. "Eat like that when you meet my parents," Scorpius advises. "That'll go over fabulously."

"Shit," James says. "You'll need to give me cutlery lessons."

"Cutlery lessons...? Oh! Start from the outside and work your way in."

"Really?" James blinks. "Will there be that many pointy objects within reach?"

"Loads," Scorpius threatens, and then rolls his eyes. "It's just lunch, James. A maximum of three knives and two forks."

"Three knives?" James blinks.

"Cheese," Scorpius says, as though that explains everything. "Hey, listen, there's another thing I needed to tell you," Scorpius says, and he's smiling now, a little, private smile that never fails to make James feel warm inside.

"What?" he asks, reaching for coffee cups.

"I heard back from The Quibbler this morning after I spoke to my parents," Scorpius says casually.

"Oh! And?" James asks, setting the cups down and turning to look at Scorpius.

"Work experience starts next week."

"Scorp! That's brilliant! Come here, you," James grins, leaning in to give Scorpius a tight hug. "Well done."

"Thanks," Scorpius says, kissing James quickly.

"We should go out and celebrate!" James says.

"When?" Scorpius asks.

"Now!" James says impulsively.

"We don't have to," Scorpius says. "Are you tired? You look tired."

"I'm a little bit tired," James admits. "I just need to finish that sandwich and get a coffee down my neck and I'll be fine. Or I could have a nap like an old man and we could go out tonight."

"Can't," Scorpius says. "I'm meeting Al and Lisa and some people from school for drinks."

"Oh. Okay. You should - do that, then," James nods.

"Do you - would you like to come with me?" Scorpius asks tentatively.

"Er - really?" James asks, fighting a grin at the idea that Scorpius wants them to go out together like that, wants James to meet his friends - even if admittedly, one of those friends is Al, and he probably at least vaguely knows most of the others. It's different though, going with Scorpius.

"Only if you want - " Scorpius starts and James rushes to interrupt.

"No, I do want! I do want," James nods. "What time?"

"We're meeting at the Leaky at eight."

"Brilliant," James grins. "What're you doing until then?"

"I am entirely at your disposal," Scorpius says with a shrug.

"Now that is one of the nicest sentences I've ever heard," James says, leaning in to kiss Scorpius again.

"However shall we pass the time?" Scorpius asks innocently.

"Oh, I can think of one or two ways," James grins. "Come here, you," he says, and tightens his arms around Scorpius, lifting him bodily off the table.

"Put me down, idiot!" Scorpius protests, smacking James's shoulder but he laughs as he says it and wraps his legs around James's waist so James supposes it's safe to ignore that particular demand.

"I will," he says. "Somewhere nice and soft and - "

"Horizontal?" Scorpius suggests.

"Yep," James laughs.

***

The first week of Scorpius's work experience passes in a blur of new people and new information and complete, raving insanity. Al and James both warned him that Luna was an acquired taste, but nothing could have prepared him for the variety of people who work at The Quibbler. He's still not entirely sure how the rag-tag team of reporters manage to put out a newspaper on a regular basis but he thinks it probably has a fair bit to do with the influence of Elisaweta, a no-nonsense woman in her thirties who belies the paper's laid-back feel and runs deadlines with an iron fist.

Although Scorpius's work so far has mainly consisted of proof-reading and filing it's kept him occupied, and what with James's training schedule they've barely had time to do more than talk on the Floo in the evenings. Scorpius goes to watch James's match on Saturday and the Magpies thrash the Tornadoes so badly that their plans for the evening are cancelled because of the two hour debrief and team trip to the pub. Before Scorpius realises what's happening it's Sunday morning and James is due for The Lunch in less than five hours. Although he'd resolved not to be nervous - or, actually, not to think about it - Scorpius can't help mentally taking notes at breakfast about what kind of mood his parents seem to be in. There's a definite sense of tension in the air, but it doesn't feel unpleasant. It's more that they're all aware of what's planned for later in the day but none of them quite know how to broach the subject.

Once he's ascertained that his parents don't seem to be regretting their invitation and that neither of them are acting too strangely, Scorpius retreats to his sitting room with a book of which he barely registers a word. He can't help cracking a smile though when Al sends him a scrawled note about half an hour before James is due:

You have to make him meet your family more often. A nervous James is an extremely entertaining James. I expect details of this madness!

Scorpius is torn between laughing with Al and feeling sorry for James. Rather than have him approach the house from the ridiculously imposing front gates, Scorpius has given James the co-ordinates of a point in the grounds where he's altered the wards to let a few select people through. Given Al's note, Scorpius heads down into the gardens a bit early and sure enough he's only been waiting in the little shaded corner for a few minutes when there's a loud crack of Apparition and James appears wearing the smartest robes Scorpius has ever seen him in. He's also obviously made a strenuous (although largely futile) effort to do something about his hair, and he's carrying an extremely tasteful bouquet of yellow and white blooms. He smiles when he sees Scorpius and although it's not a nervous-looking smile in the least, that's probably only because it's a practiced one.

"You have flowers," Scorpius says doubtfully, stating the obvious. The bouquet is floating at James's side, obviously protected with various charms.

"Yeah," James nods. "For your mum. And a bottle of brandy for your dad. Bit classier than whiskey isn't it?" James says, and Scorpius grins. He can hear James's pride at having thought of it.

"Good call. But both unnecessary," he says.

"How so?" James asks.

"You didn't need to bring presents."

"You're joking, right? I've had three separate lectures about being on my best behaviour," James smiles.

"Three?"

"Mum, Dad, and Al. You want to make it four?"

"No. Of course not," Scorpius scoffs. "Come on, let's head up to the house."

"Alright," James says. "Hey, do I get a hug?"

"Oh, I didn't want to rumple those delightful robes," Scorpius jokes.

"Too much?" James asks and Scorpius shakes his head, pulling James into a warm hug and then leading him back towards the house. James looks around the gardens with wide eyes and occasionally asks disbelieving questions like, "Is that a maze?!" "You have a pool?" and "Are there real horses in that stable?!"

"Come on," Scorpius says eventually. "It's just around this next corner."

They've been climbing up a shallow slope and James turns around to look behind him at the lawns rolling away towards the trees. "Wow," he says. "This place is crazy," he laughs, looking around disbelievingly. "It's like your own little country."

"Does that mean you like it?" Scorpius asks, unsure what to make of James's tone.

"It means I'm a bit overwhelmed, in all honesty."

"It's just a house, James," Scorpius says heavily.

"This is not just a house, you maniac. This is... I don't know. Crazy," James repeats, and now he looks a bit wary.

It's not something that Scorpius thinks about very much, because he doesn't know any different, but there is nothing subtle about the Manor. Certainly it's tasteful, but subtle? No. It practically screams wealth, and Scorpius knows that it can make some people uncomfortable, or at least put them on the back foot. Sometimes Scorpius thinks that was probably a motivating factor in the original design of the place.

"Hey, listen," Scorpius says, taking hold of James's wrist and drawing him to a halt. He'd like to pull James into a hug at the very least, preferably a thoroughly distracting kiss, but they're in sight of far too many windows and it probably wouldn't be the best start to proceedings. "You know this is - you're okay, right?" Scorpius asks.

"Yeah," James nods. "Just...it's easy to forget, sometimes, the background you're from."

"Um...do you know who your own father is?" Scorpius checks.

"Fame," James says, holding out one hand. "Aristocracy," he says, holding out the other.

Scorpius laughs and takes hold of them both. "It's fine. I made mum promise we'd eat in one of the casual rooms and my parents...well, their bark is worse than their bite."

"That's...hugely comforting," James says dryly, squeezing Scorpius's fingers.

"We're a bit early," Scorpius says, leading James through one of the side doors. "I can show you my rooms if you like."

"Your rooms?" James asks incredulously.

"What?"

"Would your rooms be in your wing?" James asks, but he sounds like he's teasing now.

"Don't be daft, I don't have a wing."

"But you have rooms, plural," James points out and Scorpius flushes a little.

"It's not as grand as all that," he protests a bit emptily.

"I bet it is," James laughs, slinging his arm around Scorpius's shoulders. "Does this make me your bit of rough?" he asks, turning his head to nuzzle at Scorpius's temple.

"Yes," Scorpius teases, leaning into James and kissing his cheekbone. "Commoner."

"Mmm, I love it when you get all disparaging," James says, his voice a warm purr.

"C'mere, you," Scorpius laughs, sliding his arms around James's waist and leaning in for a kiss.

"Are you sure?" James asks, glancing over Scorpius's shoulder towards the staircase. "Good impressions and all that."

"Sod it," Scorpius grins. "They won't be down for ages, and anyway I've - missed you."

"It kills you to admit that, doesn't it?" James teases.

"No," Scorpius returns smartly.

"It does," James laughs, leaning closer. "You just can't stand to admit you need me like a - "

"Hole in the head?" Scorpius interrupts.

"Like a Nargle needs gurdyroots, I was going to say."

"Do Nargles need gurdyroots?"

"Dunno. Ask Luna."

"You are a total lunatic," Scorpius says. "Please tell me you're going to start talking sense at some point before lunch?"

"Sorry," James says with a self-deprecating little laugh. "Bit nervous and all that."

"For reasons beyond the fact that I have a big house?" Scorpius asks and James laughs.

"Well, yeah. Obviously. I'd rather they didn't hate me. Except in a general Potterish way, of course."

"James, they don't - "

"I know. Joke. Bad one, right? Sorry. I told you I was nervous."

"Salazar's teeth," Scorpius mutters.

"Sorry," James says again and Scorpius grabs his arm and leads him into the blue sitting room. "What - " James asks as Scorpius pushes him down onto a soft cream coloured chaise. "What're we doing?" James asks and Scorpius looks down at him contemplatively before sitting next to James and taking his hand.

"You really don't need to be nervous," Scorpius says.

"No?"

"No. I think they'll like you, but even if they don't it won't change the way I feel about you."

"No?" James asks again, squeezing Scorpius's hand and smiling.

"I love you, James," Scorpius says abruptly because it's true and he doesn't need to wait to be sure because somehow he already is sure, completely and utterly. The look on James's face is an absolute picture, his eyes widening and his smile growing in the instant before he leans forward and kisses Scorpius sweetly. Scorpius can feel James's smile against his lips and he can't help returning it, wrapping his arms around James and leaning closer. "I do," he whispers. "I love you."

"I am officially less nervous," James says softly when he moves back, only going far enough to lean his forehead against Scorpius's.

"Glad to be of service," Scorpius teases. "Come on, we've only got ten minutes now you've had your little breakdown."

"Right," James nods and stands up, smoothing his robes and then ruining the effect by tugging awkwardly at his collar.

"Stop it," Scorpius says, straightening the collar and twitching the fall of the material more evenly. "Better."

"Thanks," James says, turning to check on the flowers, pulling the brandy from inside an obviously enchanted pocket of his robes. "Am I...okay?"

"Perfect," Scorpius says.

***

By the time they've finished eating lunch, James almost feels completely comfortable. They've talked about fairly neutral things, and as Scorpius is sitting opposite him, James has been able to look to him for reassurance - particularly about the cutlery, of which there is plenty, James has noted. Scorpius seems to think everything's going well, and that's enough for James to relax a little, enough that it's an honest shock when it eventually happens.

"Scorpius, would you help me with the dishes?" Mrs. Malfoy asks brightly.

It's such an obvious, crude set-up that Scorpius doesn't seem to realise at first, but when James looks at him urgently he starts as though he's been prodded.

"What about the house elves?" he demands.

"Gave them the day off," Mrs. Malfoy says cheerfully.

"This - " Scorpius says, looking balefully between his parents before stacking plates with a wave of his wand. "This charade is beneath both of you," he bites out. To James's surprise, Mrs. Malfoy actually laughs while her husband gives the hint of a smile. "I disown you both," Scorpius mutters, breathing, "sorry," as he passes James's chair on his way out. James turns his head a fraction to watch Scorpius go, mainly as a delaying tactic before he steels himself and turns towards Mr. Malfoy with a tentative smile.

"I won't dissemble," Mr. Malfoy says as soon as the door is closed. "If my son is happy, then I am happy for him. But make no mistake, James. If you hurt him, in any way whatsoever, I will not pause for even a second to think about whose son you are."

"I understand," James says, trying to keep his voice level, and kind of hoping Scorpius doesn't grow up to be so fucking scary. But still - Gryffindor, and all that... "For what it's worth," he says, and for just a second he can read the surprise that he's spoken again on Mr. Malfoy's face, "I think I've loved Scorpius a lot longer than he's loved me. I, er - I still can't believe my luck sometimes, so I'd never - I would never do anything to jeopardise that."

"Well...good," Mr. Malfoy said after a moment, nodding. "Let's keep it that way."

James settles a little more comfortably in his chair, experiencing a fleeting moment of relief that dissipates rapidly when Mr. Malfoy fixes him with another one of those pin-you-in-place stares, and it's like Scorpius's Potter, you are an idiot face multiplied by a hundred.

"I take it you've thought about the press?" he asks, and James blinks, almost dazed by the sudden change of topic.

"Er...how do you mean?"

"I'm sure certain sections of certain newspapers would find this worthy of the front page."

"R - really?" James asks, never having really thought about it before.

"One, you are a Potter. Two, you regularly play first team Quidditch for one of the best clubs in the league. Need I go on?"

"Oh," James says numbly. "I hadn't thought of that," he admits.

"Well, do," Mr. Malfoy says. "At some point."

"Yes, sir."

"And don't drag my son's name through the mud."

"I - of course not," James says, and he can't help feeling a little offended. It's understandable though, and James doesn't know what he can say to make Mr. Malfoy understand. Some things are personal, good impressions be damned.

"And when your playing days are over? What will you do then?" Mr. Malfoy asks, and James almost laughs because the abrupt changes of subject are so familiar, so Scorpius.

"I - er...maybe coaching," James says, because that's what he always says when people ask. Really, he doesn't like to think too closely about a time when he can't play. He does have a couple of back-up plans though, even if he doesn't like to acknowledge it to himself. Maybe this is the time to share, though. He's not quite willing to say the things that would prove he's serious about Scorpius, but he can at least prove he's serious about something. It'll be a start. Hopefully.

"I restore broomsticks," he says. "It's just a hobby at the moment but I'd like to get into the design side of things some day. I'm hoping that won't be for a while, though. I'm as careful as it's possible to be with a game like Quidditch. If the worst comes to the worst and I can't play for whatever reason then I'll probably train as a Healer, specialise in sporting injuries."

James wonders if he's babbling, and then wonders if he's really having a conversation with Lord Draco Malfoy about his prospects. Mainly, he wonders what the hell is keeping Scorpius.

"All about Quidditch, hmm?" Mr. Malfoy asks, but he smiles as he says it and James nods, happy to be on what feels like safer ground.

"Since I was tiny. I used to make my Dad take me to a match every weekend," James says and then freezes. Oh for fuck's sake. Did I really just mention Dad?

"Scorpius was the same," is all Mr. Malfoy says, and James feels hugely relieved when the door opens and Scorpius and his mother step back into the room.

"Fun's over, Dad," Scorpius says wryly.

"Behave, darling," Mrs. Malfoy says as she sits down at the table again, and James isn't quite sure whether she's talking to her husband or her son. Under the table, Scorpius bumps his foot against James's and looks at him, a question on his face. James smiles and Scorpius sits back in his chair, obviously relieved. It's not long after that that Scorpius makes their excuses and they leave. Outside the room, Scorpius wraps his arm around James's waist.

"Where're we going?" James asks.

"Floo back to your place?" Scorpius offers, guiding James down a corridor and into a small walnut-panelled study.

"Okay," James nods.

"So how was it?" Scorpius asks as he reaches for the Floo powder. "With my dad."

"Not bad," James shrugs.

"But what did he say?"

"Oh. You know. 'Hurt my son, Potter, and they won't even find your body.' Stuff like that."

"He didn't..." Scorpius says, setting the jar of powder down and turning to look at James.

"Not in so many words," James admits.

"Merlin's balls," Scorpius groans, pulling James in for a hug. "Sorry."

"It's fine, really. He also said that if you're happy then he's happy, so all I have to do to avoid being made into Potions ingredients is keep you happy which, to be fair, was on my agenda anyway."

"Good to know," Scorpius says with a little smile.

"Oh, and he wanted to know what I was intending to do when I can't play anymore," James adds.

"He wanted to know what?" Scorpius demands, looking horrified for a moment before he takes a couple of steps towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" James asks, grabbing his arm.

"Unhand me, Potter. I have urgent patricide to attend to."

"It's fine," James laughs. "He wasn't unkind, he just has your best interests at heart."

"But - he - interrogating you on your future plans? Really?" Scorpius asks disbelievingly.

"He didn't interrogate, he just asked. It's a reasonable question," James shrugs.

"It is not!"

"It is when your son's in line to inherit all this and he's knocking about with a shady second-rate Quidditch player."

"Oi! Shady you might be but you are not second-rate," Scorpius says primly. "Nothing of mine is second-rate."

"You cheeky fucker!" James laughs, grabbing Scorpius and tickling his ribs.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Scorpius laughs, wriggling away from James's hands ineffectually before grabbing him by the wrists. "What happened to making me happy?"

"Oh, I intend to," James grins, turning his hands in Scorpius's grip to pull him closer and brush his lips over Scorpius's cheek. "Any requests?" he asks. "Anything I can do to enhance your mood?"

"Let me take you out for the day," Scorpius suggests.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And give me a kiss."

"A kiss?" James asks, as though he's considering it carefully.

"To be going on with," Scorpius adds, and James laughs, turning to face Scorpius and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"So, do you think I passed the parent test?" James asks when he moves away and Scorpius grins, twisting his fingers softly through James's hair.

"I think I might have some competition from my mum, actually. She thinks you're wonderful."

"Yeah?"

"Always had a thing for Quidditch players, apparently," Scorpius says with a theatrical shudder. "You think you had it bad with my dad, I think you'd have died outright if you'd heard mum."

"Very possibly," James admits. "Your parents are - "

"If you say 'nice', I'm ending it right now," Scorpius threatens, and James laughs.

"Not the first word that springs to mind, but they are decent people."

"Yeah, they are," Scorpius agrees.

"And they seem very - good together," James ventures.

"Very," Scorpius agrees. "Bit annoying, sometimes."

"I think it's great."

"Yeah, it is, really," Scorpius agrees. "Listen, thank you. You were brilliant."

"My pleasure. Honestly," James says, kissing Scorpius again, his fingers drifting down the side of Scorpius's throat.

"Mmm," Scorpius murmurs, pressing harder into the kiss before shifting away. "What do you want to do today?"

"Oh. Anything you like."

"No, make a choice," Scorpius demands.

"I don't know. We could go flying, maybe? Or go and see a film? Have you been to the Muggle cinema before?"

"A few times," Scorpius nods. "With Al."

"What time is it now?"

"Half two," Scorpius answers, after a glance at his watch.

"We could fly now, then do something afterwards."

"Flying right after lunch?" Scorpius asks doubtfully.

"Oh, right," James laughs.

"Not all of us can have stomachs like the better class of cauldron bottoms."

"Woefully true," James agrees, slinging his arms around Scorpius's shoulders and smiling down at him. "Cinema?"

"Alright," Scorpius nods.

"Sit in the back row with me?" James asks a bit too innocently.

"What?" Scorpius asks. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," James laughs.

"James! What does that mean?" Scorpius demands.

"You'll find out," James promises.

Comments

[leashy-bebes.livejournal.com]

Not really. Well, there's the james_scorpius community, but it's pretty quiet. I think there's a few on hp_tng, you can find them via the tags.

[aasmani.livejournal.com]

thank you. They have quite a few in the hp_tng. and i found few in fanfiction.net. But it is a very confusing process in there. I mean the search process and the fics are not complete either. But they are really good.