His parents were too busy fussing over Albus to pay any attention to his news of Teddy. With an annoyed huff, James crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back on the adults. He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, but instead his gaze landed on a little blonde boy. He stood a few feet away from a pale, grumpy looking man and a woman coddling another boy who looked very similar to him. The smaller child's big, hazel eyes were fixed up at the Hogwarts Express in fascination. Clearly it was not yet his turn to go to school.
An amused smirk tugged at James' lips and he started toward the child, coming up behind him. "I wouldn't go to Hogwarts if I were you," he hissed in his ear, "You'll be in Slytherin for sure." The boy jumped, startled out of his daydream, and turned his pretty eyes away from the train and up to James. A warm smile lit up his pale face, and he gave a slight nod.
"My whole family has been in Slytherin. My brother says I'm too pathetic for it, though. He says I'll probably land myself in Hufflepuff then Daddy will feed me to a dragon." He was unaffected by the words coming out of his own mouth, smile never faltering.
James looked curiously down at the slight boy, then his expression softened into a smile of his own. "…My uncle works with dragons."
The blonde's eyes widened even more so. "Oh! I love dra—"
"Alexi!" Draco stepped forward and placed a large hand on his youngest son's shoulder. "Time to go." And with that he started walking, leading the boy away. Alexi glanced over his shoulder and waved to James who was staring dumbly after him.
The train had stopped, and they had started to make their way to the compartment door, but they didn't get far. James Potter had Alexi Malfoy pushed up against the wall, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.
James was in his seventh year at Hogwarts, and Alexi in his fifth. Ever since that day at King's Cross Station, the two had been best friends, and had quickly become more as well. Alexi's parents knew of his relationship with James and were actually perfectly fine with it. They cared not that their son was in love with a Potter. It was none of their business who he kissed. Harry, on the other hand, still knew nothing of it, and James planned on keeping it that way. It had been over twenty years since his father's own school days, yet he still couldn't let go of his rivalry with Draco. James wasn't going to put himself in the position of having to choose between Alexi and his family. Because he knew that if it came to that… he would choose Alexi.
James didn't look much like Harry had at his age. He was tall and lean, built more like his uncles George and Bill, and had a finely sculpted face with a strong jaw and hollow cheeks. His hair gave him away as his father's son, though. It was dark and ridiculously difficult to manage. Alexi was always combing it for him, trying to get it to lay flat, and then the two of them had a laugh when it sprang back into place moments later.
He wasn't the only one who lacked resemblance to his family. Where Draco was tall and decently built, Alexi was shorter than most girls and more thin and willowy than them as well, with narrow shoulders and hips, and twiggy thighs. He had his father's pale skin, but his mother's hazel doe eyes and dark eyelashes. He had a rather androgynous face with well defined cheek bones, but otherwise more rounded and delicate features. His hair was the same silvery blonde shade as Draco's, and hung to his elbows in a fine, shimmery mass, almost always kept tied in a loose braid with his bangs tucked behind his ear.
James was running his hands down the boy's sides and deepening the kiss, when suddenly the compartment door was flung open. Albus, now a sixth year, stood with his mouth literally hanging open as the couple flew apart. A devilish grin overtook his face, and a new twinkle shone in his eyes. "Dad!" He ran from the train.
James scowled and swore, about to take off after Albus when he remembered Alexi. He turned to him and offered an apologetic smile. He straightened his love's Ravenclaw scarf for him, leaned in to press one more kiss to his soft, rosy lips, then left in a hurry after an "I love you" and a promise to write daily.
He jumped out of the train and tore off after his brother, who was still yelling "Dad!" repeatedly. He caught up to him just as he got to their parents. "Dad! You'll never guess who I just caught James snogging!" James shot him the most fearsome glare he could manage, which Albus clearly thought was pretty fearsome indeed for he faltered. "Uhh… well… he…" He shifted his eyes back to their parents who were waiting expectantly for a name, and chuckled nervously. "No one. Who would want to snog him? Hah… hah…"
Ginny giggled, and shook her head. "Oh hush, you. I think your brother is quite handsome." She leaned over to press a kiss to her oldest son's cheek which brought a smile to his face. He wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulders and they started for the car. Harry stared after him suspiciously.