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James shakes his head, repressing the laughter with a slow toss of his head back towards the ceiling. He lets the words hang for a few moments longer, lets Snivellus sit in them. His grinning lips seconds away from splitting with laughter, then Snape will surely lose it. It'll be like before. Like when they were lads. It'll be light and easy again. James can feel his chest heaving a little. He should break soon. He bites his lip, trying to calm his heart before he faces whatever kind of Snape that'll rouse from the teasing.
James jolts as the feeling of palms slowly sliding up his thighs takes over his world.
(James Potter has it all in his final year at Hogwarts, or does he? All it takes is one boring day, an old rumor, and a lonely Snivellus to flip that idea on its head. OR James Potter is bad at feelings and makes it Snape's problem- or Snape's mouth's problem.)