“If I cannot climb, I will grow”

Remus: I’m actually seeing someone

James: oh? Is it serious?

Remus: did HE TELL YOU?!

“What’re you reading?”

Regulus couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at the soft voice James reserved only for him. He’d been waiting for a good half hour for the older boy to show up to their secret spot, a hidden room on the fourth floor that had to be revealed by a secret password. It was theirs in every sense of the word, a small little haven decorated with notes they’d written to each other throughout the year, not even plotted on the Map James and his friend had made, as James hadn’t told them about it.

The Gryffindor grinned back as he maneuvered Regulus on the couch they’d ‘borrowed’ from the Library, sitting so the younger boy was laying back on his lap. “Hi, baby,” he murmured.

“Hey. Just reading Romeo and Juliet,” Regulus said softly, looking up into James’s eyes.

“What’s it about?” the older boy murmured, gently twisting a few of Regulus’s curls in his fingers as he spoke.

Regulus’s eyes fluttered shut at the light, loving touch. “Two people from opposing families. They fall in love,” he whispered, revelling in the softness of the moment, the peace of their little sanctuary.

James laughed from above them. “Sounds familiar,” he said, tracing over Regulus’s lips.

But of course, this made Regulus sigh. “Yeah,” he agreed, deciding not to burst James’s bubble. The Gryffindor was too positive, too pure. He didn’t need to know that both fiction and history didn’t tend to treat stories like theirs kindly, with satisfying endings and happily-ever afters.

They were sitting on the couch together, Regulus tucked into James’s side. It was one of those rare moments that it seemed like Regulus could breathe. After escaping his childhood home only a week ago, the younger boy spent most moments on-edge, at least in James’s eyes. He was quieter than usual, and made every effort to blend into the background. It was only in the moments they were alone together that he seemed to completely relax.

But as they sat there, Regulus perusing a book Monty had loaned him while James watched a cartoon on the Muggle television, Effie walked into the room. And instantly, Regulus jumped like he’d been set on fire.

His expression was curious. Like prey being watched by a predator, he edged slowly to the opposite end of the couch as slowly and innocently as possible, eyes on the floor, avoiding any little touch James offered him. The whole thing made James’s heart ache. 

He was obviously trying to hide their relationship from Effie, and he was acting like they’d been caught in some heinous act.

“Hi, Mum,” James said quietly, trying to signal to Regulus that his mother was a safe person.

“Hi, Jamie. Hello, Regulus,” Euphemia said kindly, taking a seat in the armchair as far away from them as possible, picking up on Regulus’s body language at once. “Is it okay if I stay here for a while?”

James nodded, looking to Regulus, who didn’t respond, as if his consent didn’t matter. 

“You two looked like you were comfortable, I hope I didn’t interrupt,” Effie pushed gently, giving James an uneasy look.

“Not at all,” Regulus answered stiffly, still not looking at either of them.

But James was determined. “Baby, you know she knows about us. It’s okay, you can come here,” he whispered as quietly as possible, placing a hand on Regulus’s rigid shoulder.

Terrified gray eyes met his own, then trailed over to Effie. “I don’t want to offend you,” Regulus murmured to the older woman, who looked like she was about to cry.

“Regulus, dear. I would be deeply offended if you did not take the comfort you needed because of me,” Effie said with a sad smile. 

Regulus blinked. “Oh,” he mumbled.

“You look just like your mother,” Orion said to Regulus as he stood in front of the long, gold-framed mirror, pulling furiously at the dress that clung to his body.

“You look so handsome, baby,” James whispered reverently to Regulus, pressing a kiss to his short curls as he frowned at his reflection, gazing at his tailored pants and collared shirt.

“You’ll grow up to be the Heir your mother and I expect you to be,” Orion thundered, grimacing at Regulus in disgust as he cowered in the corner.

“What do you suppose our future will be like?” James asked Regulus one day, softly taking his hands and smiling. “I want anything, as long as it’s with you.”

“You’re just like our mother! How can you keep your mouth shut while they do these things?” Sirius yelled, eyes sparkling with tears as he turned and ran from the room, leaving Regulus broken. 

“Everything you  say makes me smile,” James chuckled, pulling Regulus into a hug and sending him an adoring grin. “I love you so much.”

-

“Do you think I’m like her?” Regulus murmured to James after waking up from another nightmare, sweat still clinging to his shaking body.

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“James?!”

The voice startled him. Not because he didn’t know the other boy was meeting him, but because he’d never heard Regulus sound quite like that–so distraught and on-edge.

“Here!” he whisper-shouted, even though he knew Regulus would see him as soon as he made his way down the hidden corridor.

Quick footsteps announced the younger boy’s arrival, and Regulus, white-faced and panting, turned the corner at a run, nearly crashing into him before pulling him into an embrace.

“Reg? Love, what’s wrong?” James asked as he wrapped his arms around him, concerned by the Slytherin’s terrified expression and shocked by the physical affection. Usually, James initiated such things, to mixed results.

“I–I heard there was an accident at Gryffindor’s Quidditch practice today,” Regulus huffed, pulling back, trying to catch his breath, eyes full of fear. “Nobody knew who it was, only that someone got sent to the Hospital. I couldn’t find Remus or Sirius to ask, and I thought…”

“You thought it was me,” James finished, nodding in understanding. “I’m safe, Reggie, don’t worry,” he comforted him cautiously. 

As his anxiety waned, Regulus seemed to regain some of his self-control, and he quickly disentangled himself from James’s grasp. “Yes, well…I didn’t know…so…” he said stiffly, avoiding eye contact.

But James was replaying the conversation in his head. “You called me James,” he said dumbly, a grin slowly stretching across his face.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” Regulus retorted, frowning. But his cheeks were turning pink.

Sirius: Don’t you hate yourself?

Sirius: With what?

James: With love. How did you know you were in love with Moony?

Sirius: ...

James: Just tell him I said something.

Sirius: Like what?

James: Anything factually incorrect.

“Okay….” Marlene McKinnon drawled, a grin on her face as she looked around the circle for her victim. “Crouch!”

Surprised, Barty looked over. “Yes?”

“Truth or dare?” McKinnon asked, slurring only a little. 

Barty snorted. He was far too comfortable to get up, so he decided to go with the lazy option. “Truth. I don’t feel like moving.”

But McKinnon didn’t seem put out. “Who’s the most recent person you’ve kissed?”

Immediately, Barty felt himself stiffen. McKinnon had just started dating Dorcas, and their new relationship had caused many friend groups to merge. The circle of about fifteen people that was currently playing didn’t all know about the history this question evoked. And he was damn sure he couldn’t trust all of them. Not yet.

“Erm. Emma Verity. You know, the Seventh Year?” he said, trying to keep his face blank.

Sirius Black, who was sitting a few people down from him, whooped. “She’s cute, mate! Good for you!”

But Barty wasn’t paying attention to Sirius’s reaction. Instead, his eyes drifted over to Evan, who looked devastated. And though Barty tried to catch his gaze and mouth an apology, the taller boy refused to meet his eye.

"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.

Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"

"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.

And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.

"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.

Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"

"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.

“Hmm….name one thing Regulus is horrible at,” Dorcas demanded, staring at James with an evil grin.

For most people, the dare would have been simple enough. Regulus was talented, sure, but he had his faults. But for James, who adored every single aspect about the Slytherin, he might as well have been asked to carve out his own heart. “Cas!” he gasped, clutching at his chest. “How could you-”

“Do it, or forfeit,” Dorcas said calmly, smirking and holding out the bottle of Veritaserum. “And admit Slytherin really is better than Gryf-”

Without any further hesitation, James reached forward and took the bottle, taking the tiniest of sips before looking apologetically at Regulus and saying clearly, “I love him, but he’s awful at taking compliments.”

The circle of students burst into agreeable laughter as Regulus gasped. “Potter! I am not! I-”

But James, who was clearly loving the attention, grinned. “Baby. You are. But you’re also stunning, and smart, and ruthlessly talented, and perfect and-”