James S. Potter the Greatest has moves like Jagger (king_james) wrote in wariscoming,
James had already dropped off most of his presents to the people he had wanted to drop them off to. He didn't want to spend more time than was necessary with Ron and Hermione had shooed her hovering nephew away. Leaving him to his own sulky thoughts. He had plans to see her on Christmas morning but that didn't mean that he wouldn't spend the night worrying about her. With uncle Ron being an insensitive pillockhead and his mum and dad gone. He knew how difficult this would be for her.
He was sitting around attempting to come up with a grand plan to make it all better for her when he heard the door knock. Frowning, he checked the time. It wasn't terribly late but he hadn't been expecting any visitors. He even had his pyjamas on. Black and red, long-pyjama pants, slung low on his hips. That was it. His dark, long hair was mostly caught up in a hair tie and there was a hint of subtle on his face. He looked like sex. He knew it. And he strutted to the door going to see who it was.
Imagine his surprise when he saw that it was Andrew.