James watched Cepheus lean in and kiss Tad Nott and barely stopped himself from reaching for his wand to hex Nott out of existance. "It is fucking not going to happen," he said, shoving himself away from the table. He stormed after the other two boys, grabbing Cepheus's wrist before they could leave the hall. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Cepheus was a Malfoy. Tad probably shouldn't have been surprised that his plan was already working so well, but he was. He smirked at Potter, grabbing hold of Cepheus's free hand. "What do you think?" he asked. "Malfoy hear just offered to help me loosen up before the game tomorrow. I do like to relieve tension before a big match."
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