Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
A/N: This little drabble was written for an LJ-community called hp_land which unfortunately moved and also probably died :( The prompt for the challenge was "joke".
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James barely noticed the cold draught from the windowsill he was pressed up against. He was still sweaty from the Quidditch match and his heart was pounding like never before. He stared into dark, black eyes, and couldn't remember ever being this aroused.
The other boy was so close now James could feel his warm breath tickle his face. He licked his lips softly, desperately wishing for contact.
The Slytherin stepped closer and leant in. James gasped with anticipation and closed his eyes.
Nothing.
James whimpered when the other boy stepped away.
"What's that, Potter? Can't you take a joke?"