James' face fell and the bottom on his stomach too. He was afraid that his father would take away his right to be on the Quidditch team until he was done with school-about a month away now. "I'll be fine with my exams, Professor." he said non-maliciously. "So far none of my teacher have anything to against me and my grades are amongst the best in my class." He didn't like to brag about it. He spent so much time with his nose in his books to achieve this too.
It was also the main reason why he had turned down the Quidditch Captain post that had been offered to him, just like Harry himself had been in his Sixth Year. "I'm not.. It doesn't prevent me from working my ass off.. Professor." James wondered if his father would see that the main reason he could actually calm down and settle with his books every night was actually the sex? He was restless after a practice, even after a shower.
He didn't argue about the points being taken from Gryffindor, as long as Sam didn't suffer from it.