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Harry sighed and leaned back on his arms, studying the man in front of him. “That’s the thing, Malfoy. We shouldn’t.”

Draco scoffed. The same scoff as the last four times Harry had said that. The one that translated to: you’ll cave, you always cave.

“Right,” Draco said smoothly, “whose fault was it tonight, then?”

Harry bristled. “You wore that shirt on purpose. You know I like that shirt.”

Draco glanced down at the silk clinging to his chest, smug. It was one of Harry’s favourites - if Harry had favourites when it came to Malfoy. The shirt was pure Jareth from Labyrinth and Draco bloody knew it. Most gay wizards’ sexual awakening had been David Bowie.

I wrote this smutty thing. I dont recommend reading it, actually. But then I did spend a month on it, so I'm not going to not promote it. Anyway.

Title: blood will have blood

Author: @inevitablestars , @/inevitablestars on ao3

Beta Reader: @calamitoustide , @/calamitoustide on ao3

Artist: @junkieprongs , @/junkieprongs on ao3, @/star_mlks on twitter

Regulus expected to find his brother after tracking him and a hunter down, instead he found James, dying.

He doesn't want to help him, he really doesn't. He does anyway. One problem, James can't keep any blood down.

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It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood - macbeth

James and five-year-old Harry: *enter bakery*

James, to Harry: Go on, buddy, tell the nice baker what you want.

Harry: *shyly walks up to Regulus*

Regulus: What can I get you, cupcake?

Harry: *giggles* I’m not a cupcake!

Regulus, with a wide grin: Oh! I’m so sorry, you’re so sweet, I mistook you for one!

Harry, pointing to James: My dad thinks you’re sweet, too!

*James and Regulus freeze and just stare at each other*

Harry, continuing his yapping: He talks about you all the time. He thinks you’re really pretty and that you have a nice a-