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Peter: Better question: why is Regulus sitting on the table?

Remus: And why are they staring at each other?

Sirius: James?

James: Shh.

Sirius: No.

James: We're in a debate.

Regulus: He's losing.

James: I am not.

Regulus: You are.

James: Reggie, my beloved, my sunshine, my heart—

Sirius: HE CALLED YOU SUNSHINE?

Regulus: Yes.

Sirius: YOU'RE REGULUS BLACK.

Regulus: I know.

Sirius: You're the human equivalent of a thunderstorm.

Regulus: That's not relevant.

James: It is to me.

Sirius: Stop looking at him like that.

James: Like what?

Sirius: Like he's hung the moon.

James: He didn't hang it.

James: But if he asked me to, I'd try.

Remus: That's concerning.

Peter: Deeply concerning.

Regulus: See? This is why he's losing.

James: Explain.

Regulus: I asked him what he'd do if I suddenly became a criminal mastermind.

Peter: Suddenly?

Sirius: Good catch.

Regulus: And his answer was "supportive husband."

Sirius: WHAT?!

James: In my defense, I said supportive husband who occasionally suggests less illegal alternatives.

Remus: That's not better.

James: It's a little better.

Regulus: Then I asked if he'd report me to the authorities.

Peter: Please tell me you said yes.

James: I said I'd need more information.

Sirius: JAMES.

James: What if he had a good reason?

Sirius: THERE IS NO GOOD REASON TO BECOME A CRIMINAL MASTERMIND.

Regulus: That's a very closed-minded attitude.

Sirius: REGULUS.

James: That's what I said!

Sirius: WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING HIM?!

James: I'm not encouraging him. I'm listening to his perspective.

Remus: Which is?

Regulus: World domination.

Peter: Ah.

Remus: Right.

Sirius: Fantastic.

James: See, when you phrase it like that, it sounds bad.

Regulus: It does sound bad.

James: Exactly.

Sirius: THERE IS NO BETTER WAY TO PHRASE WORLD DOMINATION.

Regulus: Global management.

James: That's much nicer.

Sirius: I'M SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS.

Peter: Four idiots.

Remus: Three idiots and me.

Peter: Fair.

James: Reggie wouldn't actually take over the world.

Regulus: Thank you.

James: He hates managing people.

Regulus: Exactly.

James: Too much paperwork.

Regulus: Finally, someone understands me.

Sirius: So your defense is that he's too lazy to be evil?

James: Efficient. Not lazy.

Regulus: Thank you, darling.

Sirius: Stop rewarding him!

James: Sorry, what were you saying? I got distracted by Regulus calling me darling.

Regulus: Pathetic.

James: Do it again.

Regulus: Darling.

James: Thank you.

Sirius: I'M GOING TO WALK INTO THE LAKE.

Remus: You said that yesterday.

Sirius: And they got worse overnight.

Peter: Honestly, that's impressive.

Regulus: Thank you.

James: He's been working very hard.

regulus: wait does my hair still look okay

sirius, fixing it for him: yeah, was just a bit off, but good now

regulus: might be good to tie urs up, so it doesnt get caught

sirius: good point!!

Regulus: What—

James tosses him a chocolate frog.

Regulus: Why did you throw that at me?

James: Because I love you.

Regulus: That's not an explanation.

James: It is if you're me.

Sirius: I am begging you to stop.

James: Sorry. Regulus, my dearest, most beloved—

Sirius: Actually, don't stop. Keep talking. Maybe I'll die.

Remus: Sirius.

Sirius: Remus.

Remus: You're being dramatic.

Sirius: James called my brother "my dearest" before breakfast.

Remus: That's not a crime.

Sirius: It should be.

Peter: I think it's kind of sweet.

Sirius: Peter, don't encourage them.

Peter: They're literally just sitting there.

Sirius: Exactly.

Peter: …What?

Sirius: Look at them.

Everyone looks.

James: 😊

Regulus: 😐

James: 😊😊😊

Regulus: 😐

James: ❤️

Regulus: 😐

James: ❤️❤️❤️

Regulus: 😐

Sirius: You see it, right?

Peter: I don't.

Remus: I do.

Sirius: THANK YOU.

Remus: Regulus is smiling.

Sirius: WHERE?!

Remus: Internally.

Sirius: THAT'S NOT A THING.

Regulus: It is.

James: Reggie smiled at me yesterday.

Sirius: No, he didn't.

James: He did.

Sirius: Regulus doesn't smile.

Regulus: I do.

Sirius: Name one time.

Regulus: Yesterday.

Sirius: Traitor.

James: He smiled so much, actually.

Regulus: I smiled once.

James: It was beautiful.

Regulus: It lasted half a second.

James: The greatest half second of my life.

Sirius: Why are you like this?

James: Because I'm in love.

Sirius: Ew.

James: Because I'm in love with Regulus.

Sirius: EWWWW.

Remus: Sirius, you act like you just found them making out in the Great Hall.

Sirius: That happened last week.

James: We were not making out.

Regulus: We kissed once.

Sirius: IN PUBLIC.

James: It was a peck.

Sirius: IN PUBLIC.

Regulus: You're repeating yourself.

Sirius: Because I'm traumatized.

James: Regulus, can I have your hand?

Regulus: Why?

James: I want to hold it.

Regulus: That's ridiculous.

James: Please?

Regulus: Fine.

Regulus gives him his hand.

James: Excellent.

Sirius: I HATE THIS.

Peter: Why?

Sirius: Because he said that like he'd just won a business negotiation.

James: I did.

Regulus: He did.

James: Anyway, I have an announcement.

Remus: That's ominous.

Peter: Very ominous.

Sirius: If it's about Regulus, I'm leaving.

James: It's about Regulus.

Sirius: Goodbye.

James: Regulus called me handsome this morning.

Sirius: I'M STAYING JUST TO HATE.

Peter: He did?

James: He did.

Remus: What exactly did he say?

James: Word for word?

Remus: Sure.

James: I asked if my hair looked alright.

Remus: And?

James: He sighed deeply, looked at me, and said, "Potter, unfortunately, you're handsome no matter what you do."

Peter: That's adorable.

James: THANK YOU.

Regulus: It wasn't meant to be.

James: He thinks I'm handsome.

Regulus: That's not the point.

James: He called me handsome.

Regulus: Potter—

James: Handsome.

Regulus: Stop.

James: Handsome.

Regulus: Sirius, make him stop.

Sirius: Absolutely not. This is the first good thing that's happened to me all day.

James: Handsome.

Regulus: I regret everything.

James: You think I'm handsome.

Regulus: I am literally holding your hand right now. Of course I think you're handsome.

Silence.

James: …

Peter: …

Remus: …

Sirius: …

James: HE THINKS I'M HANDSOME.

Breathless and spent, Draco tumbles down onto the bed. He’s laughing. A real, genuine laugh. He turns his head and finds Harry beside him, flushed and amused and a little bewildered.

The reason why sits on Harry’s finger.

A gold band.

The only thing he’s wearing.

“So?” Draco asks, shifting to face him properly.

“So what?” Harry counters.

Draco is in no mood to draw the process out. He crowds into Harry’s space, nipping gently at the sweat-slick skin of his neck, then soothes the sting with a kiss.

Against his ear, he says, “You’re wearing it.”

Harry looks at him, eyes half-lidded. “So I am.”

“I’m going to presume, then.” Draco takes Harry’s hand, draws it up, kisses the ring he had slotted onto his finger half an hour ago, then holds it tight.

“Presume?”

“That you’re saying yes. You didn’t say it earlier.”

Harry’s lips twitch. “You didn’t exactly give me the chance.”

“Is it a yes, Harry?” Draco presses.

He knows it is. It has to be.

How can it not be after everything? After the war and the trials, after both of them becoming Aurors, after the fights and the arguments, after the shared drinks where absolution was found at the bottom of a pint glass and resurrection between the sheets.

How can it not be yes, when even after all that, they spent months denying themselves the joy and love of each other because they both felt like they didn’t deserve it?

Harry tightens his fingers around Draco’s.

He tilts his head, fondness written plainly across his face. “I’m inclined to acquiesce.”

“Inclined to acquiesce,” Draco repeats mildly. “Wow. Swallowed a thesaurus, did you?”

“Swallowed something,” Harry mutters, arching a brow. “Swallowed your brain through your—”

Draco pinches his waist. Harry laughs, and then Draco is tickling him properly, ruthless with it, fingers digging into every vulnerable place he knows by heart.

“Draco—fuck—stop—”

“Answer the question.”

“I did!”

“You used four syllables too many.”

Harry squirms beneath him, panting and helpless and wearing Draco’s ring.

“Yes,” he gasps at last. “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you.”

Draco stills and for a moment, the room goes quiet around them. Then Harry reaches up, cups Draco’s face, and smiles.

what nobody knows is that, there is a very small adorable fluffy black cat that roams around gryffindor tower, and is seen following james potter everywhere in the common room. james is so so proud of the fact that the cat is obsessed with him, because guess what? the cat hisses at everyone else, except james potter. of course james is special like that, everyone thinks. james can't help but always pick the cat up and give it cuddles and kisses, not knowing that's regulus.

one night, regulus, while in his animagus form as a black cat, accidentally falls asleep on james' tummy. its the first time in his life that he genuinely feels the kind of safety, warmth and, comfort he's never ever felt, or known was possible. it makes him so scared. james wakes up unable to find or see the cat anywhere for days. he searches frantically, all upset and confused.

and one day in the halls, he bumps into none other than regulus black, who looks at him with wide eyes for a split second. james is so confused. he's rarely seen regulus display emotions.