If Scorpius looked anything at all like his father, then James couldn’t begin to believe why their parents had never gotten along. Then again, they still didn’t, and perhaps it was with over-compensation that James was always sneaking into Scorpius’ common room and Scorpius James’, to spend the night. James ran his fingertips across Scorpius’ pale, bare chest, watching as the glow of the rising sun spread across them. They were always careful to be in their own beds – or dressed – before everyone else woke up. Scorpius murmured softly, half asleep, and James rested his head in the light.