In That Empty Air
James hisses when he finds out that the snotty Malfoy brat is a Prefect. The little stuck up is smirking, his chest puffed out like a robin, his shiny Prefect badge pinned prominently on his robes. He looks ridiculous, James thinks.
Unconsciously James rubs at his chest, where his Prefect badge should have been.
Scorpius Malfoy proudly leads the new Slytherin first years to their new beds. This year is the biggest yet for Slytherin, since James came to Hogwarts. He shakes his head, watching as the Malfoy leads the first years away, his blond head held proudly above theirs. They look up to him, their wide eyes glancing around at the wonders of Hogwarts but always settling on Malfoy again.
He doesn't realise that he should have left until when Al waves a hand in front of his face. James blinks and starts. The first thing he sees when he turns to face Al is Al's Prefect badge, pinned at an angle, practically falling off.
"Your friends have left," Al informs him. "Why are you still here?"
Al is a Prefect. So is Rose. He's the only kid in his family not one, yet, he has low hopes for his naughty sister Lily. Being a Prefect didn't seem to matter so much when Teddy became one. James remembers reaching up to touch it and Teddy smiling at him before tickling him like crazy.
James shrugs off Al's hand. "Don't you have Prefect duties to do?" He asks, not because he cares about whether the runts get to go to sleep, but - James isn't sure why.
There's a pause and Al bites his lip. "Yeah, right," Al says coldly and turns around. He shepherds the first years away, tossing a glare at James as he does.
He takes his time leaving the Hall, he wonders if he should get a snack at the kitchens. It's late and it's been a big dinner but James doesn't want to go back to his bed and go to sleep. There's all this energy inside of him. Something is building up inside of him and James wants to run around. He doesn't but, it's late and he doesn't want to appear crazy.
Scorpius Malfoy is waiting outside of the Hall, leaning amongst the shadows. Doesn't matter, James spots him. That bright blond head of his shines anyway. Malfoy steps into the light. James was one of the last to leave the Hall. James coolly watches a group of giggling Hufflepuff fourth years leave the Hall. He wonders if Malfoy wants a fight. James is ready for it. He can feel the blood pumping in his veins, James would love to mark Malfoy's pretty little face. He doesn't need his wand.
The air seems hot, James can't get enough air, so he's breathing deeply. Malfoy swallows and looks away. James wants to know if that was it. Malfoy looks ready to leave. James doesn't know why Malfoy is here, why Malfoy was waiting for him, why he isn't doing anything.
Just standing there. With his shiny Prefect badge. His Slytherin tie neat and proper, it coils around his neck. James is angry.
It goes quickly. James punches at Malfoy, but Malfoy - the coward - dodges. James's knuckles knock against the rough walls of Hogwarts. They'll bruise, he knows, probably bloody up as well. He's clutching at Malfoy now, messing up those tidy robes, dragging his closer and shaking Malfoy.
Malfoy grinds his foot on James's foot and James yelps. He misses the elbow that Malfoy tries to jab into his stomach. James head butts Malfoy - something he thanks his Uncle George for teaching him how to do - and Malfoy must be seeing stars because he is blinking at James, with his Malfoy face. Disgusting Malfoyness and James feels the hatred rise up in him but -
He's kissing Malfoy and Malfoy is pushing him back, driving a knee between his legs and James is nipping at Malfoy's neck and suddenly he's hard and Merlin! Malfoy is hard as well. He's seen cock before, but to feel it against his own cock, grinding and thrusting and he's not going to last much longer.
James pulls away, panting, terribly hard and hating himself but hating Malfoy more.
So, 8 is different.