An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 20/50
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
EXCERPT FROM RECENT CHAPTER:
“Barty had one from last year, and he left it for me. Mines in the wash,” Regulus explains. “And I absolutely cannot wear that back to the dorms or anywhere outside of bed.” He raises a brow, clearly daring James to comment further.
That’s funny because all he can do is try to swallow for a good five seconds. “You wear it to bed?”
Regulus looks at him sharply. “Is that a problem?”
James shakes his head, shrugging. “No.” God, God, God. “ I just assumed you wore something posh. Like a matching set of black silk pajamas.”
Regulus huffs, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I sleep like everyone else.”
“What does that even mean?”
“What do you wear to bed?” Regulus shoots back, then grimaces, clearly regretting the question.
James needs to shut the fuck up. “Just some joggers or boxers,” he says, and his ears feel a little hot for no reason. He wears it around other people, who cares?
Regulus rubs his forehead, shaking his head, and then looks back at him incredulously. “You don’t wear a friend’s shirt to bed? You know, when it’s just laying around so you pick it up.”
James waves a hand over his chest and shoulders. “Well…” he starts, opening and closing his mouth. He needs to shut the fuck up. “They don’t usually fit up here. Little tight. I just go shirtless.”
And then they’re staring at each other and he starts to conjure up a satisfying image of him tearing the skin off his bones. How had they even gotten on this topic? Why the hell did he have to comment about Regulus’s shirts every single time he sees them?
“Right,” Regulus finally says, clearing his throat. “I need to go.”
