#killerbuck

regulus: gloomy til they put me in a coffin

james: no reg

“Will you just leave me alone?” James growled, storming through the front doors and past the Great Hall. His stomach grumbled hungrily but he ignored it and the sounds of students laughing, their silverware scraping on plates as dinner continued on without him.

“No! You fucking took them and I want them back,” the brunette shouted after him, attempting to grab at James’ practice uniform.

“No, I didn’t, Crouch! I’m not even a beater, why would I take your gloves?” He asked, rehashing the same argument they’d already had on the grounds.

“To annoy me? I don’t know.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” James rolled his eyes, taking the stairs two at a time. Barty, in fact, wasn’t being ridiculous. The Slytherins had been training before them and had taken their good sweet time leaving the field. So James, being James, had decided to graffiti their locker room after Gryffindor’s practice was done. He had taken a glance around when he entered, snatching a few chocolate bars from one locker, a pair of gloves from another. He hadn’t been in there less than five minutes, not even enough time to spell the walls crimson red when he heard footsteps approaching.

“I am not. I caught you in our locker room. You said you were looking for someone and then ran out, and now my gloves are missing!” Barty’s few inches on James made him quick to catch up, and he forced him into a corridor off the staircase.

“What the hell?” James grunted, shoving back at the taller boy.

“Give them to me, Potter.”

“I don’t have them,” he said before the air was punched out of his lungs as Barty pinned him against the wall. James’ cheeks heated slightly, eyes widening as he realized the proximity of the other boy. Barty smirked, eyes glancing down at James’ lips before meeting his gaze again.

“Accio gloves,” Barty whispered, breath ghosting across James’ lips, and James felt the gloves yank out of his pocket of their own accord. Barty caught them one-handed, icy blue eyes still blazing into James’, and he felt like his knees may just give out.

“You’re welcome. That lasts for about twenty-four hours, so you know if you slam your foot in a door or something you’ll heal right away, but uh… Don’t die.”

“Don’t die?” James asked, opening his eyes again as he raised an eyebrow at the vampire.

Barty looked at him sheepishly, “Well… If you die while it’s still in your system you’ll come back as one of us, and I know how much you hate us.”

James glared at him, “So you didn’t feel like you should’ve told me that before I drank your blood?” Barty shrugged and let his hand fall away from where he’d still been idly playing with James’ hair.

“Slipped my mind I guess.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Barty x James just scratches my brain in a nice way i cant explain it but the dynamic is magical