Reg's POV of 'Caught Green Handed"

CW: swearing and slightly risque?

It was Thursday evening and Regulus was hidden away in the library submerged in his history essay. Behind a pile of ancient books and unrolled scrolls of parchment, he was leaning on his right hand, his face in deep concentration while his left scribbled away. Occasionally, he’d glance at a note or quickly turn a page. 

He did this every Thursday, the others were busy with their own clubs or social arrangements, so he took the time to catch up on homework, study further around a topic, or read where no one would bother him. 

Well, it used to be like that anyway, but now since the Potter situation, Regulus found that at some point every Thursday evening James Potter would coincidentally somehow end up at the library, in desperate need to talk to him about something…

This Thursday was no exception. 

“Ooo, history tonight?” James announced sliding into the seat next to Regulus and picking up the book he currently had open. 

Regulus glared up at him. 

“Ah, I remember studying this last year…it was the class that Sirius charmed the blackboard to insult the Slytherins every time Professor Binns wrote the word goblin.” James laughed to himself, looking over to Regulus who was definitely not laughing and his smile dropped. 

“On reflection, that probably wasn’t one of our funnier pranks…” James tried to save the conversation, his hand rubbing the back of his head. 

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back to his writing. 

“Soo, how’s your day been?” James quickly said, putting his face into Regulus’s neck and pulling gently on a lock of his hair. 

“Fine” Regulus muttered, not looking from his work, trying not to react to the feeling of James’s hands and breath. 

“Oh that’s excellent, mine was too, we had a splendid practice this morning and Remus has this brilliant idea for a new prank…we are going to..” James stopped his trail of thought as Regulus looked back up at him. 

“What are you doing here Potter?” he asked dismissing James’s story. 

“Oh, urm well… I had a book to return and then I saw you and thought, it’d be rude not to say hello… actually, while I’m here I was wondering if we could talk about something?” James looked at Regulus hopefully with a sly smile on his face. 

Regulus exhaled, putting his head on the table before looking back at James the corners of his lips twinged into a slight grin. 

James responded by breaking into a massive smile and bursting out into laughter. 

“Fine James, what is it you want to speak about?” 

“Well, it is rather personal, maybe we should go someplace more secluded?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“I think we are fine here, no one will overhear us…it is about that rash?” Regulus said rather loudly with mischief in his voice. 

James looked horrified, and put his hands quickly over Regulus’s mouth, “shhh you, no it’s not about that… I trying to say we should….” His eyes got wider. 

Regulus pushed James's hand away and smirked, “I know what you are trying to say, Potter, I’m messing around with you.” Regulus swatted him playfully on the arm. “Go on then, lead me to this more secluded location…” 

James’s face lit back up and he quickly grabbed Regulus’s bag and stuffed his parchments and books in before throwing it over his shoulder and pulling Regulus up by his arm, “I know just the place” He declared. 

Regulus was horrifyed that his neat notes were now scrumpled up in the wrong order but he just took a deep breath and let James pull him out of the library into the nearest empty classroom, the thrill of excitement and antipication in his chest. 

Once there James threw their bags down and cast a silencing and locking spell on the door. Regulus lent against a desk, the warm glow of candles hitting the side of his face, highlighting his chiselled jawline, he looked at James inviting him with his eyes. James could hardly contain himself. He rushed over, pushing him back on the desk, one hand on the back of his head, the other undoing his tie and buttons, his lips moving from Regulus’s mouth down to his neck, collar bones and over a small sliver scar on his chest. 

Regulus pushed him back, undid James’s tie leaving it open around his neck so he could use it to pull him back him, exhaling a small whimper as their lips reunited. 

They carried on until the sun had fully set and both boys were fully exhausted and satisfied. Glistening in sweat, with various clothes thrown around the room. Regulus was leaning on James and James was stroking his hair. 

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” Regulus asked, looking up at James innocently. 

James laughed and kissed Regulus’s head in a quickfire succession messing up his curly waves even more than they already were.

"It’s slipped my mind, I must have gotten distracted, couldn’t have been that important.” He replied leaning back against the side of the desk. 

He caught sight of the clock on the wall. 

“Oh shit.” 

Regulus looked up and saw the time too, both boys looked at each other and scrambled up quickly throwing their clothes back on and grabbing their bags. 

They exchanged one last long kiss outside the class room before both running off to their dorms, with promises to speak tomorrow. 

Luckily, Regulus arrived back to his dorm without seeing a soul and he hoped James had too. He carefully opened the door assuming Barty and Evan would be sleeping by now. 

They weren’t. 

They were both sat on Evan’s bed, seemingly in deep conversation, with their heads close together. They both turned around suddenly when Regulus walked in. They looked at him, their expressions a mixture of shock and guilt before looking at each other and bursting out into laughter. 

“What?” snapped Regulus walking over to his own bed and putting his bag down. 

“Nothing…” said Evan a smirk across his face.

“Good study session Black?” Barty asked, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip trying to refrain from laughing. 

“I suppose” Regulus muttered, “If you two are going to keep laughing at me, I’m going to bed” 

Evan hit Barty on the shoulder and they both tried to keep a blank expression…they couldn’t.

“Fine, I’m going to bed” Regulus snapped pulling his tie from his neck, Barty and Evan inhaled sharply, and Regulus looked down to see a red and gold tie in his hands. 

Oh, Fuck.

Regulus looked back up at his friend's panic across his face, alarm bells ringing in his head. The tie dropped to the floor. 

The boys on the bed were gasping for breath, 

“Hey it’s fine Reg, we don’t care, who you do your study session with” Evan laughed. 

“It’s the poor girl I feel sorry for” Barty snorted, “Probably will get banished from her house if they find out she’s been shagging the prince of Slytherin.” 

“Yes, very brave of her”  Evan teased. 

Regulus put two fingers up at his friends and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help himself from grinning, feeling a small bit of relief in his chest.