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And there he was. Regulus Black. At a Gryffindor Christmas party. He didn’t even want to be there. Sirius made him go. ‘Why are we here? Sirius isn’t here, it’s just us.’, the little internal voice said. ‘We’re here, because going home isn’t an option.
“You alright?”, a very drunk James Potter said, who slid down the wall next to him.
“Yeah. Why are you talking to me?”, Regulus asked, backing away a bit, to escape the smell of alcohol.
“Well, everyone else seems to be leaving and you stood here the whole time. Thought I’d talk to you a bit.”, James answered.
“Well how nice of you, but I think I have reasons why I’m away from the crowd. Why aren’t you at home anyways?”, Regulus asked.
“My parents are visiting friends and I don’t want to babysit their annoying babies. Like, don’t get me wrong but, these kids are robbing the last nerves of me. And I usually don’t hate kids.”, James stated, “I guess you don’t want to see your family either.”
No, he didn’t. Afterall, he helped his ‘blood-traitor’ brother escape. If he went, he would’ve probably never returned to Hogwarts. Regulus didn’t answer to James, yet he never left and just kept silently standing, well leaning, next to him.
“You know Reg, I always thought you were really pretty.”, James blurrted out.
“What?”, Regulus said, shocked at the random confession.
“Well, I also think your brothers pretty, but you’re like pretty and hot but like different y’know what I mean?”, he stated.
“No, I don’t know what you mean.”, Regulus said, noticing he’s gone red. Like tomato red.
‘He does look good in his quidditch uniform.’, Regulus thought. ‘No he doesn’t. He does look good but not like I’m attracted to him’, Regulus tried to convince himself.
“You’ve gone red.”, James said. Regulus just now noticed how close they’ve gotten to each other.
“Am not.”, Regulus said dryly, trying to stop the blood rushing into his head.
“You so are.”, the Gryffindor boy whispered really close to Regulus’ face. Really fucking close.
“We should get you to bed.”, Regulus said, leading the other into his dorm room. The common room was nearly empty now, except a few people that have either passed out or were searching for their left over stuff. The room was a huge mess.
Finally the boys made it up the stairs into the dormitory room. James was the only one staying in Hogwarts this Christmas, so they didn’t need to be careful not to wake anyone. Which was rather hard, because a drunk James Potter couldn’t set a step straight forward.
James passed out on his bed as soon as he could.
“Don’t you want to change out of your clothes first?”, said Regulus to he older boy who was nearly asleep.
“Oh, yeah, that’d be good.”, he said, starting to take off his trousers.
“Not infront of me! I need to get back to my dorm anyway. Goodnight.”, Regulus said, covering his eyes with his hands.
“Reg wait.”, James said and grabbed him softly on his arm.
“Since when do you call me Reg anyways.”, Regulus said turning around to the other boy who was now dressed in black sweatpants, and a white tank top. ‘He is attractive’, Regulus thought, without even trying to deny it.
“Since today. Can you say for a bit?”, James aked pulling him closer. ‘Just pull back’, Regulus screamed internally.
“Why would I do that?”, Regulus asked, even though he really wanted to stay.
“Because otherwise I won’t sleep.”, James said, seeming a bit like a fed up toddler.
“It still wouldn’t be my problem if you fell asleep at breakfast. I’d find amusing actually.”, Reg laughed, imagining how James’ head would hang in porridge.
“You have a really pretty laugh.”, James said staring down at Regulus’ lips.
“No I don’t.”, Regulus said, trying not to look down on his lips.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?” Reg was confused
“Denying every compliment you get. I complimmented you the whole time and either you ignored it or you deny it. Yet you still turn red.”, James said taking a step closer to Regulus. James put his hand onto his cheek. Regulus’ knees where molten butter at this point.
“I- I guess I’m not used to it.”, Regulus whispered. His eyes looking slowy at James’ lips.
“I want to kiss you.”, James said, his hand on the cheek of Regulus.
“You won’t remember anything tomorrow.”, Regulus said.
“I promise you I will.”, he said and with that he kissed the smaller boy. Regulus’ stomach was filled with butterflys.
The kiss lasted quite some time. Like really fucking long. The kiss was more like making out and they ended up laying on James bed instead of the floor.
“Can you stay now?”, James asked cuddling next to Regulus, who was half asleep.
“Yes.”, a very sleepy Regulus answered, probably not even realising what he said.
“Are you comfortable in that?”, James asked, pointing at Regulus’ buttoned shirt.
“It’s alright.”, Regulus grumbled turning to his side.
“No, get up.”, James said pulling Regulus into a sitting position, “You’re getting a pullover from me.”
“It’s alright James.”, Reg mumbled wanting to sleep again. James threw the pullover at him.
“I’m going to the bathroom, here are sweatpants too.”, James said. Still not really awake, Regulus put on the clothes. Grey sweats and a Gryffindor pullover. Of course, what else did he expect? He put his actual clothes neatly into a pile onto a nearby chair.
“You done?”, James asked coming out of the bathroom.
“Yes”, Regulus answered, faster than he could react, James tackeled him onto the bed. Regulus tried to escape but he was trapped in James’ arms. The next second, Regulus leaned forward to kiss James, which led to the effect of James falling onto Regulus.
“You’re my lucky star Reg.” James stated, kissing Reg on his cheek.
“Are you quoting Madonna now?”, Reg asked laughing.
"Yes. Happy Christmas by the way Reg.", James said, leaning back in his pillow.
"Happy Christmas to you too."