James tried his best not to scream in outrage (his father was still the Dark Arts teacher after all), but still ended up with the 'shocked as hell' expression on his face. "You can't do that!!" he exclaimed, stumbling back a little. His outrage was pretty much more about the fact that Harry probably wouldn't punish someone that hard.
Yes, he knew his mother would be really mad once she found out that he had a few girls on rotation that he would sleep with. And yes, she would probably go as far as to forbid him all Quidditch FOREVER too. "You know.. she came to me. They all do." he started, not even sitting down. He was too pissed to be talking about this calmly.
"I don't.. sleep with them then ignore them, if that's what you think. I actually am quite friendly in other circumstances too." James breathed in and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I was actually heading to the Library with Sam, she needed help finding a book for her extra credit work in Herbology." He was defending himself (mostly his honor) with passion, like he did most things in his life.
"And there is a reason Mum knows nothing about this. Because I don't brag about it. Ever. It's their choice if they want to talk about this and I'm surprised you've never heard about it before from one of them." He was talking fast, as if Harry would cut him off or something. "And besides, I don't sleep with ALL the girls, no, not at all. They do throw themselves as me and believe me, it is insanely hard to resist some of them I mean.. come on, Amber Zane?" he said, then sighed. But she was one of the worst gossip in school, everyone would know by lunchtime the next day.
"And I never go below 6th Years. Ever. That's just.. gross." The others were way too young.