James's book was roughly grabbed from his hands.

"Hey! I was studying that!"

Sirius merely raised his eyebrow, glancing at the title.

"Since when do you have to study quidditch?"

Glaring, James snatched the book back and stuffed it into his bag.

"Happy now?"

"Ecstatic. Now, the reason I'm here…"

"You mean you actually have a reason for disturbing me?" James grasped his chest in mock surprise.

"No," Sirius snapped, "I just wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you raw."

"…"

"…"

"You know, that'd still be a reason."

"Shut up, Potter. Now, this little plan of yours isn't going to work if we know nothing about each other. I mean, people are going to ask questions."

James snatched the cigarette out of Sirius's mouth.

"What the fuck!"

"I don't like smoking."

"Then don't do it." Sirius watched as James reached for the newly lit cigarette in his hands. "Try to take this one and I'll snuff it out on your balls."

James gulped and lowered his hand. Some things just aren't worth it.

"Now, I can think of a lot more comfortable places to sort out the loose ends in this scheme of yours than the fucking library."

"I happen to like it here," James protested.

"You like spending the Christmas hols holed up in here?"

"…"

"I didn't think so. Now, c'mon. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Would you just get your stuff already?"

"Yeah, yeah," James grumbled. "I just had to ask you for help, didn't I?"

"What was that, dear?"

James forced himself to grin

"Nothing, love."

"Good. Now move!"