StarChaser/Jegulus OneShots

{1} The tie

James Potter is so careful to keep his relationship with Regulus Black away from Sirius and Remus. It's not that they wouldn't understand - they'd probably understand more than anyone - but he just hadn't found the right words to explain how he accidentally fell in love with Sirius' little brother, of all people. Regulus was only one year younger than Sirius but Sirius was still as protective over his brother as a lioness with her cubs. Regulus was in no rush to spill the secret either, so their clandestine meetings are few and far between, a constellation of longing glances and quiet smiles filling in the space.

James always returns from meeting Regulus with flushed cheeks and a dazzling haze shining in his eye, but he insists he's just gone out for a run, hoping Remus can't smell the musky cologne lingering on his hoodie from Regulus' skin. But one morning while James is getting dressed, still half-asleep from a midnight rendezvous, all their late nights and hard work goes to shambles. 

Sirius narrows his eyes, stopping dead in his tracks, "James, why are you wearing a Slytherin tie."

Fuck.

No, no no no. He must have picked up the wrong tie after he stumbled down the astronomy tower stairs. The way he saw it he had two options, confess his undying love for his best friends brother, or play it dumb.

"What tie..?" Not that dumb, you idiot.

"The green tie, currently hanging from your neck."

"I don't know, maybe a prank?"

Sirius eyed him suspiciously, James was practically Sirius' brother, he could tell James was lying and he didn't know what to do.

His excuse wasn't going to last long anyway. Sirius isn't an idiot, when he sees his brother approaching the Slytherin table with a Griffindor tie at breakfast, he would put the pieces together and realise, his best friend, who he trusted more than anyone, was fucking his baby brother.

James looked up again, daring himself to look him in the eye, "I don't know what happened, Sirius."

"...Fine"

He didn't believe him. He wasn't angry - it was worse than that - he was disappointed. And he had every right to be, James lied to him, he lied to the closest thing he had to a brother. He had been for ages.

After 10 elongated minutes of silence and awkward conversation, the four marauders headed down for breakfast.

"I can't wait for the quiddich match this week, we are going to absolutely destroy Hufflepuff. Aren't we James?"

"Huh...yeah. Destroy them." He was vaguely aware of the conversation he was supposed to be having with Sirius but he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't even eat.

"Yeah, I have transfiguration homework due, 14 inches. McGonagall needs to give us a break...HEY REGGIE!" Sirius called, now that drove James out of his dream-state.

"Hey Sirius...What's going on?"

"Nothing much, hey... Where's your tie?" He questioned.

"I...got up late," Liar.

"You always get up at 6, you're never late...Oh My God!" Oh shit. He knows. "James...Tell me you didn't."

"Sirius, Pleas-"

"No, don't give me that bullshit. Seven words, tell me you didn't have sex with my brother."

Everyone was looking at them now, all conversations had stopped. No one said a word. They were all waiting for James' answer. "Please, Pads, let's do this somewhere else."

"Oh my god, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME, I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU FUCKED MY BROTHER!"

"Sirius-"

"No. Don't talk to me. Neither of you talk to me." With that he stormed off, leaving shocked glances between the other student and a very red Regulus Black.