[DISCONTINUED] Nothing But You - Jegulus

Chapter Five

Trigger warning for internalised homophobia in this chapter.

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Regulus sat alone at the Slytherin table. This was what he was used to. He preferred to be alone when he ate.

Daydreaming was an integrated part of his schedule at this point. At any given time of day, he could drift off into a world of his own. A world of dreams he could control. A world without nightmares.

The welcome feast had started and the lone Black brother had fallen into his usual habit daydreaming. No realisation of where he was looking. His eyes were met with the beautiful blue of James Potter's.

Being snapped out of his false reality, he realised James had gone crimson in the face, sending a tiny smile Regulus' way.

He didn't understand what was happening. It was almost a jealousy toward James and his smile. Cowardly, he jerked his head away and focused his efforts on eating then smallest portion on his plate.

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...James was so beautiful...
...They sat...
...Silent and awkward...
...Their lips collided...

Regulus woke up. This wasn't the first dream he had had like this. He knew what he was. Disgusting! He thought to himself.

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When he had a bad day, he skipped lessons. It wasn't a bother as he had read through his textbooks already in preparation for what he could miss out on.

He could find no explanation as to why it was a bad day. And so he reasoned that it simply was, the same way that everything just- is.

The second floor bathroom was one of his least favourite spots to have a break in. Unluckily for him, it was the closest and easiest to reach. Luckily for him, moaning myrtle was no where to be seen.

The tap dripped, then he turned it on. Splashing freezing water onto his face.

He knew the words for what he was, he just hated what he was. That was the way his parents taught him at least.

He gazed into the mirror, letting out a light sob, when he heard the door open. Shit. Shit. Shit!

It was easy enough to go into a stall and lock the door. He became quiet.

"Are you okay?" A kind voice spoke as if protecting him.

All he could bring himself to say was, "Yeah. I'm fine." But somehow the stranger knew who it was from the smallest snippet of conversation between them.

"Reg? Is that you?"

Curiosity called Regulus to open the stall door and face the boy who cared.

The tears were held at the back of Regulus' eyes. He didn't know why but be felt the urge to apologise to James when he saw his face.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm here now." A comfort like this was again forced upon him. A hug.

Why does he give such a shit? He barely knows me. But he's so loving, like he truly cares.

"James... I- I think I'm gay." The words were vomited up from his mouth. He'd never said it aloud before. Never wanted to admit it to anyone. It wasn't normal! But he could trust James, even if it was completely blindly.

Silence crept into the bathroom. Regulus had no idea how he felt, he was scared at the lack of response.

He loosened his grip around James and looked up at him. A pitying yet emotionless look on his face. Regulus ran off, not noticing James sprinting after him.

They had ran outside, toward the Black Lake.

Regulus fell onto the stone bench and let the tears slip out once more, sitting calmly.

James finally caught up and looked over to see Regulus sitting on the stone bench. He slowly approached and joined the other.

The boys sat together, silent and awkward for what felt like hours. In truth, it was barely a few moments.

Regulus found his eyes landing on James' hand, it moved closer.

The grounds were misty and empty. They were thoroughly alone on the bench.

James' hand slowly grasped onto Regulus' hand. He squeezed it softly.

With his other hand, Regulus turned to face the Gryffindor, placing it upon his cheek.

Still looking down, their forheads joined together.

If this happened, Regulus knew it would change everything. But there wasn't much to change anyway.

James breathed heavily, nervous. James' empty hand was raised up, and placed on his face where the other boys hand was resting.

They leaned toward eachother, moving as one.

Their lips collided. Soft and delicate. Passionate and kind. A perfect embrace.