We have gone from Harry being in love with a ghost to being in love with his father, who isn't a ghost or, in fact, dead at all. I can't tell if the situation is getting better or worse. But I was overdue for some fluff, so I decided to ignore those pesky complications that come with being in an active sexual relationship with a family member and just going all out with the fluff.
And yes, I was completely inspired by Kamerreon posting a James/Harry story. Any and all complaints can be directed at her, though I will keep any and all praise to myself.
Enjoy? I know I did. :)
Ariaeris~
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the characters, not the series, not even the drabble challenge. In the end, all I have is my thoughts and ideas and the ability to share them with you all.
Psycho Bunnies
Drabble 8
Characters/Pairings: James/Harry
Prompt: Studying
Word Count: 532
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"Studying again, Harry?"
The green-eyed teen tensed briefly at the sudden weight on his back before grinning in amusement. Harry chuckled lowly, batting away his father's roaming hands; they were sitting on his bed and Harry knew James was already showing remarkable restraint for only trying to grope him.
"I have my NEWTs soon after I return to school," Harry answered, resting his head on the shoulder of the man behind him. "They are kind of important you know."
"Important, yes. Fun though? Absolutely not." Harry laughed at James's quip and he could feel his father's smile grow on his bare shoulder. James pushed Harry's loose tee-shirt even further down his arm, kissing a trail down the pale limb.
"Come outside; we could play a game of Quidditch or something, just anything but studying." There was a shuffling, and then James's back touched his, his father mimicking him by resting his head on his shoulder.
Looking at each other, the two smiled, quickly degenerating into laughter at the older man's immature behavior. Harry's breath hitched as, in-between chuckles, James cupped his face in one of his large hands, leaning in to gently kiss him on the lips.
"I know you hate studying, but I still need to, unfortunately. Just give me an hour and I'll be done, okay?" James reluctantly nodded and rolled over so that he lay at Harry's side. Harry gifted him with a bright smile before rolling onto his stomach and pulling his obscenely thick Potions text to him. He needed no more proof than Incredibly Moste Potente Potions to prove that all Potions experts were sadists.
Harry smirked as he heard James huff impatiently less than a minute later; in many ways, the older man seemed like he was still a child, but Harry knew that that wasn't the case. James may act immature, but Harry knew just how serious his father could be. James's immaturity was simply a result of his dislike towards lingering on past events and insecurities. James would rather greet the world with a smile than a frown, with laughter rather than fear, and it had taken Harry many years to realize just how admirable such a trait could be.
A heavy hand landed on his head, rustling his tangled sable hair. Harry turned to face his father, his mind blown away with how soft and loving James's hazel eyes were.
"What," Harry asked as soon as he got his wits back together. James smiled smugly, knowing full well what state he had forced his son into. "Are you doing?"
"Studying," James said simply before smiling the most devious grin Harry had even seen, and Harry knew that James was about to say one of those incredibly cheesy things that somehow always sent his pulse racing. "My most favorite subject."
Harry's eye twitched in irritation even as his pulse predictably went up a notch, tossing a pillow lazily at the older man. James caught the makeshift projectile easily and cuddled it to his chest, cooing at it and calling it Harry, giving it wet, sloppy kisses. Harry snorted before returning to his text, James soon quieting down as well, both lost in their studying.
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