SWEET SALVATION (Past) (Louis)

James passed one of the butterbeer bottles to Louis. "Can we play a game which ends up in you writing my transfiguration essay, please?"

The two fifteen year olds were sitting on the middle of the Quidditch pitch, it was way past their bedtime, but they had the Marauders map between them so they could check it and be sure they wouldn't be caught (again).

"Sometimes I wish you were a girl, Louis. Life would be easier."

Louis accepted the bottle, snorting mid-gulp at what his cousin suggested. "What makes you think I'm the right person to ask? I'm getting like, Ds at best in Transfiguration. It's not my fault Liam looks quite similar to the cushion. And I mean, he was a pretty good badger, I got that bit right." Still, a game sounded fun. "What sort of game?"

James's second sentence caught him off-guard again. Choking on the Butterbeer, he leaned forward, trying to clear his throat. He'd have to stop drinking around his cousin. "Why? And did you just admit I was a boy? Cos that's a first. Aw, I'm so touched!"

Then James jumped right onto Louis, he could not contain his emotions any longer. He needed to touch, because Louis was right there, and he was not naked. So, James jumped him, and crushed their lips together desperately, because he needed this right now. In his life. And yolo.

"I'm pretty sure that they have to invent a new grade to give me once I've handed my essay in," James pointed out, tracing with his finger over the top of his bottle as he spoke. "And I was kind of hoping you'd be creative and come up with a game, do I have to do all the hard work? Seriously, you French people."

James grinned over at his cousin. "Well you'd make a pretty good girl. But yeah, I meant more in a 'you're probably quite easy', so I wouldn't have to go through as much effort if you were a girl. But then I suppose it would still be incest."

Sometimes James wondered if his siblings were right to call him a twat.