A/N: Just trying my hand at a new pairing. I also write Scorpius/Albus. I have a thing for malfoy's. If you like this please read Don't Hold Me Too Close, a post Hogwarts ASS ship and also A Recipe For Disaster, a ASS ship in 7th year.

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~Heloise

Disclaimer: Don't own it! I've made a few OCs that fly off concepts and possibly are the spawn of JK's creations. But If you recognise it, it's not mine! Just the storyline and the circumstances belong to me. And sometimes I stray a little from canon so I can get my story to flow!

The Strand That Connects Us

Chapter One

Beater

James Sirius Potter had always been a rather bright and bubbly child nd as he grew older this transpired into a love for mischief and a spectacular sense of humour that heavily resembled that of his favourite uncle George. He enjoyed teasing his siblings, especially his day-dreaming younger brother Albus. James had found upon arriving at Hogwarts that he was soon popular, much more to his own merits than the fame of his father, and mother at that. He was kind to all and flirtatious to boot, as long as the flirtee didn't have a thing for him. James had been approached by more girls than he could count and although he thought many of them were pretty, he had discovered at the beginning of his fifth year that when his best friend Lucas Jordan bent over at quidditch practise it was much more fascinating than that of the subtle gestures of the fairer sex. Alas, as James began to enter his seventh year, he was still forever popular, forever chased and, sadly, forever single. It was not in James' nature to be sad about this, however, as he was simply just happy to have friends and of course, to have quidditch. Although, it would be awfully nice to get a kiss…

"JAMES!" the familiar voice of his best friend pulled him back to reality. He looked over to his team and blinked slightly against the wind that was causing his untidy auburn hair to whip about his face.

"Ah, yes, how about we take ten?" James grinned to the Gryffindor quidditch team.

"You alright, Jim?" Albus asked, raising an eyebrow at his daydreaming brother.

"Ah, yeah, go join the rest of the team," James got distracted by a flash of white up in the stands. "I think I'll take a quick flight to clear my head…" he began to mount his broom.

"Al! Hurry up!" Lily exclaimed, grabbing her brother's arm and dragging him back to the changing rooms.

James pushed off the ground, aiming towards the stands where he'd seen the glistening white object. He noticed a figure retreat into the stairway that separated the Gryffindor and Slytherin stands and jumped off his broom, landing on the seats.

"Come out, I know you're here," smirked James. There was a long moment before anything happened and Scorpius Malfoy revealed himself from within the stairwell.

"I wasn't spying or anything," the Slytherin said lightly, leaning against the wall and folding his long arms across his chest.

"Oh, really?" James laughed brightly, sitting down on the chair, body facing forward, face turned towards the blonde. James found it peculiar how the younger male could be so much taller than him. In fact Scorpius had managed to be taller than most of the boys in the years above him. He was slender too, with long, willowy limbs. He dressed sleek, in blank, and always dressed smart.

"If you must know I was here to watch someone…" Scorpius shrugged, eyes watching the empty pitch.

"It's not Lily, is it?" James asked, a little harsh in his accusation.

"No, no. I have no interest in watching chasers…and I am not here to watch your brother's seeker tricks. I have plenty of my own," Scorpius sighed lightly, clenching his fists lightly. "I came to watch the captain." His eyes snapped to James', refusing to let the gaze go, silver eyes stern and focused.

"Ha!" James laughed, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Why's that?"

"I envy you," Scorpius shrugged lightly, "I've always wanted to be a beater. However, I don't have the frame for it," he gestured elegantly to James' stockier, firmer frame, with his broad shoulders and muscular arms, "the strength just doesn't come naturally to me."

"Well, I guess me and Lucas are heavier built, I suppose-"

"I don't carry interest in Jordan." Scorpius cut in bluntly, chuckling slightly, almost bitterly. "He's not half as good as you."

"Ha! Thanks, Malfoy!" James grinned, enjoying the attention from the male, even if it was purely jealousy. "You know, Al and Rosie often say you're not half bad, I guess they're right!"

"They do?" Scorpius looked a little shocked, yet he held the air of truly not caring.

"They said you play a mean game of chess, oh! And Rosie said you're an excellent study partner!" James relayed jovially.

"Yes, they are quite a pleasure to be around," Scorpius paused, "when they're not getting all overexcited like some poor family receiving presents at Christmas!" Scorpius snorted, a little ignorantly.

An awkward silence lay over them for a few moments before Scorpius straightened up to his full height and straightened up his black jacket. James wasn't sure what to say, so watched Scorpius with a sort of curiosity.

"Well, I should get going," Scorpius shrugged, licking his dry pink lips.

"Hey, Malfoy, if you ever want a playful game with the bludgers, you know, just give me an owl!" James grinned widely, freckled nose scrunching up as he started to get back on his broom, noticing his teammates assembling again on the pitch.

"Mm," Scorpius smirked slightly, the movement fitting well on his slim face. "I'll be sure to remember that, Potter. Play well." Scorpius swept around the corner and started to descend the stairs two at a time. James watched for a few moments before diving off the stands and driving his broom down to the grass.

"Alright! Let's practise formations!" he shouted to his team.

"Yes, Captain!" Lily giggled playfully, grabbing the quaffle.

(A/N: I wasn't sure how this story would turn out, but I just sort of found some magic in the idea of James and Scorpius. It's almost an accidental pairing. The fact they're a year apart, different houses, barely connected. Then of course the thread running through, which is the quidditch. So, I have plans for this story. Not sure how long it will be. But it won't be too short, I hope. This is sort of short as it's an intro chapter. But, please, review!

~Heloise)