A/N: I'm just writing a series of short drabbles based around the twelve months of the year. I'm using the pairing JamesScorpius – which is new to me, as I don't usually write slash. I just kind of fell in love with the idea of James and Scorpius.

Challenge: Twelve Months of Love by astronauts

Pairing: JamesScorpius

Prompts: Homework, Iris, Fingertips and Jam.

January – The month he noticed

Scorpius was surprised to see James Potter in the library, not surrounded by his suffocating band of giggling, idiotic fangirls. True, James was only looking for an updated copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, but still – James Potter and books tend not to be used in the same sentence.

Scorpius, however, was tucked away neatly in his own little corned, focusing on his homework, which was proving rather distracting, due to Potter's surprising appearance. Scorpius liked the library, it was his safe haven and a means of escape, and he really didn't want James coming in here and ruining any allusion of serenity he could conjure up.

Scorpius stared at James from across the room, pretending not to notice things. Things like the way James' messy red hair fell into his eyes, or the way his lips always seemed to be parted slightly, forming a tiny, perfect circle. Scorpius watched as James' fingertips caressed the spines of the books, as he searched for the one he wanted.

James' head snapped round quickly, as if he sensed someone watching him. Scorpius looked quickly away, the glare from James' bright-green eyes was almost physically painful. He ducked down and began scribbling again. He didn't want confrontation, and he thought that maybe just once he'd managed to avoid it.

"Quit staring at me, Malfoy," spat James, walking over to where Scorpius sat and banging his fists against the table, causing it to shake violently. James brought his face close to Scorpius', his irises wide and unfriendly. "Got that?" he asked, dangerously low.

Scorpius nodded, positively terrified of the boy standing in front of him – Scorpius was a coward. The sorting hat had placed him in Slytherin, after all. However, he did have reason to be at least a little scared of James. The boy was twice his size, for goodness sake, with broad shoulders and a general bulkiness from his numerous Quidditch practices. James was also two years ahead of him, and the whole school knew that when James got angry, James really got angry.

So, Scorpius cowered behind his books for good reason, though this didn't stop him staring as James turned and sauntered away from the library.

Actually, it didn't stop him staring rather a lot over the next month. It didn't stop him noticing things that he shouldn't notice while trying to pretend that he wasn't noticing anything at all. He'd always been observant, but his senses seemed to heighten around James Potter, and he became far more aware than he probably should be. He couldn't fail but notice the little things – like the way James Potter never put butter on his toast, though he drowned it with apricot jam. Or the way he walked with a calm, confidant air around him and a cheeky grin on his face.

Scorpius began to notice just how damn beautiful James Potter was – and he hated himself for it.

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