doze - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 458
“Hey,” Regulus murmured, slipping into the abandoned classroom, peeking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t followed.
The older boy who was already inside, staring out the window, didn’t answer. This, of course, made Regulus furrow his eyebrows.
“Hey,” he repeated more firmly, walking up to James and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” the Gryffindor grunted, a grimace on his face.
Regulus gave him a look. “What’s going on, Potter? Trouble in Gryffindor paradise?”
“No,” James replied shortly, turning and walking towards the middle of the room, plopping down on an empty seat and crossing his arms, gaze glued to the floor.
Regulus’s impatience peaked. “Well what, then?” he snapped, walking over to him. “Because I’m not playing games with you, James.”
“Oh, aren’t you? Because from where I was sat earlier, you seemed just as bloody comfortable in Crouch’s lap as you do when we do–all of this! Feels kind of like a game to me!” James retorted, glaring over to him.
Regulus froze, both amusement and fury taking over him in equal measure. “You saw me and Barty earlier?” he asked, voice deadly calm.
James, who had been previously glaring at him, suddenly crumpled, lips turning and eyes going wide. “Yes,” he whispered. “I–I just wish you’d told me. I thought we were–” He rubbed a hand over his face, turning away.
Pity bloomed in his chest. “Potter–James,” Regulus murmured sitting next to him. “Barty’s my best friend. I dozed off and ended up in his lap. We’re–like…like you and Sirius. There’s nothing going on, I swear. Which, by the way, you would have known if you’d just asked. If you’d asked me about…how I feel.”
James blinked at him. “How you feel?”
He smirked, but his eyes were daggers. “Well you seem to be pretty bloody confident in your knowledge about my feelings–about you, about Barty–especially since you’ve never once asked.”
He saw the way his words sank into the Gryffindor’s skin, how his emotions shifted. “How do you feel, then?” James asked softly, brows pushing together.
But he wasn’t about to let him get away with his idiocy that easily. “You first,” he demanded, crossing his arms. No, he would not be the vulnerable one.
He should’ve known, though, that James Potter wouldn’t shy away from confessions. “I want you. Us. Like this. All the time,” he whispered, moving close, so their lips were brushing. “It’s all I think about, Reg. Not just sneaking around. No games. Just us.”
Goosebumps erupted on Regulus’s skin. “Well, I’ll have to break things off with Barty,” he muttered, chuckling when James gave him a frown. “I think I can manage that, though.”
The kiss James swept him into was passionate and deep and perfect.
