*~-Jayce-~*

James rolled over, nuzzling his head into Regulus Black’s chest, “Hey love.”

“James,” he couldn’t see the younger boy, but James was sure that Regulus was smiling, faintly at least.

“Get a room,” giggled Barty Crouch Jr, tying a belt over his waist.

He was accompanied by Evan Rosier, who, currently, had a hairbrush in his hand.

“What’re you lot doing up so early?” James rubbed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, practically squeezing him.

“Actually,” Evan started, “You’re all just late - y’know it’s already twenty past seven?”

“WHAT?!” came two yelps in unison.

“Why wouldn’t you tell us that first?” Regulus grit his teeth and jumped out of bed, hastily pulling on a clean shirt over his bare torso as he did so.

“Why wouldn’t you wake us up!” James wined, “We missed breakfast!”

“Idiot!” the raven-haired boy pulled his up by the arm, “More importantly, someone’s gonna wonder where we are, that someone being Sirius, and ‘we’ being you!”

“Oh!” James’ mind went blank, he didn’t think of that.

He removed the Slytherin hoodie lent from his secret boyfriend, revealing quite a few love bites adorning him, and, to replace it, put back on the school shirt he was wearing yesterday.

It wasn’t the most efficient, but he had to make the best of his situation - people were bound to wonder where he was.

Regulus was already buttoning up his trousers; both Barty and Evan laughing hysterically at their oh-so-funny joke.

Hurriedly, James grabbed the tie closest to him, pecked Regulus on the cheek, flipped off the other two boys in the dorm, and make his way to his first lesson.

Transfiguration.

That meant that all three of his other roommates would be in said lesson, about to question where he was the previous night.

“Hey- “ James panted, as his flew through the door, “Hey, hi, hi, hey, I’m here!”

“I believe a ‘sorry I’m late, Miss’ is in order, Potter,” Minerva McGonagall stared at him sternly, then took a double-take.

Most unfortunately, so did Sirius.

“What the bloody hell are you wearing?”

“What?” James looked down, he was wearing all of his uniform, and covered up the hickeys with the collar of his shirt.

“Your tie, James,” Remus smirked, “It’s green?”

“Oh… oh.”

“Indeed, Mr Potter,” even McGonagall had an amused tone on, “Next time you enter my lesson, I’d appreciate if you wore your house’s uniform, not someone else’s.”

“Whose is it?!” Sirius barked, looking somewhat betrayed.

At that moment, speak of the devil, three Slytherin sixth years entered the classroom.

In the middle, blushing bright red, stood a completely humiliated Regulus.

A completely humiliated Regulus without a tie on.

“Potter,” he walked swiftly and steadily towards James, “Your tie.”

His gaze was murderous, thrusting the item of clothing into James’ arms, and exiting the classroom without a further word.

He pulled back Barty and Evan by their wrists, their laughter still echoing even though they were out of the room.

A moment of silence followed that.

Until…

Natasha: tap out! Now

Y/N: never

Wanda: Tasha you’re giving Y/N exactly what they want

Natasha: huh? Is this why you always want to train with me?

Y/N: yep. If I give up, your thighs stop squeezing my neck.