Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I looked up as James walked in soaking wet from Quidditch practice. There went my quiet hours of reading, seeing as both Sirius and Peter had detention for a while longer.

"Well, don't you look handsome," James said smartly, nodding to the boxers I wore, which was the sole article of clothing I had on tonight.

"Oh shut up."

"Don't look so glum, Moony," James said, changing out of his robes.

"I wouldn't have to look so glum if you weren't here," I replied, turning a page.

"Gee, don't I feel loved," James grumbled, closing the lid of his trunk. He picked up his soggy Quidditch robes and turned and twisted them as if looking for something.

I marked my page and put the book aside, knowing I wouldn't get any more reading done tonight while James was still awake. I rolled over onto my stomach and watched as he fumbled with one of the pockets. "You stole it again, didn't you?"

"Borrowed, borrowed," he corrected, at last pulling out a golden ball. The Snitch's wings were fluttering rapidly, shaking droplets of water off in every direction.

I wiped a drop off my cheek and scowled. "I should really tell McGonagall on you. Maybe then I could go back to reading."

"Oh, would you relax? Merlin, I can tell the full moon is coming up."

I frowned. "Just go to bed," I said, rolling over onto my back and pulling a pillow over my face in annoyance.

"No," James said slowly.

I could tell he was a lot closer from his voice. He was standing over me; I could feel his body heat. I fought the instinct to look up, knowing the likelihood of finding something ready to smack me in the face if I dared to move the pillow.

"Hmm, what should I do with the Snitch?" he mused.

"Don't even-" I don't know what I had been expecting but it wasn't what happened. James had slipped the cold flapping ball down the front of my boxers before I could even finish my sentence.

I yelped in surprise, arching my back away from the bed and tossing the pillow aside. "James!"

He laughed and sat down on the bed, putting a firm hand on my hip to force me to lie still. "Don't worry; I'll take care of it, Moony."

"No!"

But it was too late. James moved his hand between my legs and lightly pressed the Snitch up against my testicles, causing its wings to beat furiously against the tender skin.

"James," I moaned, feeling soft yet sharp jolts of pain shoot up my back.

"Yes, dear Moony?"

"Do something," I whispered, my lungs not working properly under the pressure of my fresh arousal.

"With pleasure," my friend breathed.

He maneuvered himself so that he was positioned over me, straddling my waist while on his hands and knees. He looked straight down into my eyes and held my gaze as he reached between us and into my boxers. He massaged me gently, using his hand and the Snitch to bring pleasure to my genitals.

I groaned, moving my hips to adjust to his hand and allow him full access to me. Oh, it felt so good.

"Would you rather be reading now, Moon?" James breathed in my ear.

"No," I barely answered, out of breath.

He smiled before kissing me tenderly, making me moan. "I'm glad I rank above books."

I smirked. "Above books is very honorable place to be on my list."

"I feel lucky then," he said with a chuckle.

"Luck has nothing to do with it," I whispered, kissing him again as his hand worked faster.

I needed his touch, his warmth, his love. His presence was exhilarating. And by Merlin's wand, he could bring that Snitch home every night and I wouldn't tell a soul.