Since when did my best mate get so hot? || Jirius

8- James' birthday

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER YOU BETTER WAKE UP THIS FUCKING INSTANT BEFORE I CUT YOUR COCK OFF-"

James squinted at the sudden beaming light of the outside world as Sirius opened the scarlet curtains.

As the brunette pushed his sliver rims up the bridge of his nose, he looked at the time, his eyes widening.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK! ITS FUCKING FOUR IN THE MORNING! GO BACK TO SLEEP, MATE."

James shoved off his glasses, bringing the covers over his head. Potter went to go look to see if Sirius was still there, only to be squashed by a slim body. 

"Ferfuckssake Sirius!" He pushed him off, hearing a thump. 

James' eyes widened as he looked down. "Shit! Are you okay?!" James jumped out of bed and leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

The older Black brother nodded, wincing slightly at the pain coming from his ribs. James felt guilt wash over him as he looked at Sirius struggling to get up. 

"Alright... I'm taking you to the hospital wing." James slowly helped Sirius up. 

Sirius shook his head. "No! I'm absolutely fine James- nggh!" The older boy groaned as he stood up straight. 

"And you say you're okay?" James scoffed, pulling him towards the door of the boys Dormitory.

"We are going to the hospital wing whether you like it or not. I don't care if it's my birthday I want to make sure that you're okay." The brunette sighed as he helped Sirius down the stairs.

After Sirius muttering a few swear words, there was a loud cheer from half of Gryffindor coming from the common room.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!!" Everyone cheered, fireworks being set off by Remus and Peter as James made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry guys, but this celebration is going to have to wait. I mean I appreciate all of this and what you guys do for me but I have to take care of my friends first." There was a bunch of groans being heard from across the room as people started to clear the room. 

"So you can take care of your boyfriend? What a fag!!" Someone yelled causing everyone to make noises of encouragement. 

James let go of Sirius' arm and turned around, a cold expression plastered on his face. "What the fuck did you just say?!" James stormed towards the sixth year Gryffindor, his robes locked in his fists. 

"James, stop it! He's not worth it." Remus came racing over, trying to pull him back. 

"Who knew that Potter liked it up the arse!" A few of their house mates had a giggle, but James wasn't fucking around. 

After pushing Remus away, James pulled his fist back, giving a nice swing and hitting the boy square in the face. The sixth year fell to the ground, holding his nose. 

"Fuck you, Potter!" The boy yelled, accioing a handkerchief. 

James got on top of him, "If I were you, I'd fuck me too-" He said before punching him repeatedly in the face. Even though Remus thought that the bloke deserved it, he wasn't prepared for a lecture later on from James about how he never stopped the situation. 

"James Fleamont Potter! Cut that shit out right now-" Remus pulled him back by the biceps. This was one of the perks of being a Werewolf, he was stronger than all of his friends, so he had more of an advantage. 

James stumbled as he got pulled back, realising what he had just done. "Uh- I- Thanks, Rey." He nodded before running off with Sirius. 

***

"Why do you think I've called you here, Mr Potter?" Dumbledore leaned forward, looking over his sliver rims. 

"Because I hurt another student..." James sighed, looking out the window in Dumbledore's office. 

Albus nodded, resting his chin on his hands that were laced together. "Did it feel good?" He whispered causing James' eyes to widen. 

"C-come again, Professor?" He asked, letting out a small breath of shock. 

"Did it feel good to punch Mr Salvatore?" The old man repeated himself, offering him a small smirk. James looked at him sceptically before nodding slowly. 

Dumbledore smirked once again. "Off you go."

James stood up quick before going back to his party.

A/N: Sorry this is so shit but people wanted me to update