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James and Cepheus were going on their first date. They had agreed that it was a date and James couldn't get the car from his father because his father disapproved of him, but he'd taken the bus to Cepheus's house and he was going to pick him up and take him on an adventure on the tube to the restaurant or something. Cepheus was used to driving around in cars anyway. He could use a break from it. And, okay, it was raining, but James had an umbrella.

He knocked on the door to the Malfoy's massive house, hoping Cepheus was waiting for him, and tried not to cringe when Cepheus's father answered the door. Didn't they have a butler or something? "Uh, hey," he said. "Is Cepheus ready to go?"

Draco didn't approve of Cepheus's life choices. He'd come around to Oliver. Oliver had been a decent enough bloke. A little old, but nice, and seemingly harmless enough. He had done his best to impress him and Charlie and there were enough similarities between him and Charlie that Draco was willing to let the age difference slide and let Cepheus be happy, for once. But now Cepheus wasn't with Oliver. He was with James Potter, who was all over Gossip Girl for being a playboy and Draco hated it. He raised an eyebrow at Potter's question, trying to do his best impression of his own father. "He's in his room," he said. "Come in. If you and Cepheus are going to date, we should be reintroduced."

"Should we?" James asked. He felt like he'd met Draco Malfoy more than enough times. "You know me," he said, attempting his best smile. "Cepheus and I have known each other since we were little kids."