THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹TWENTY FIVE✹

IM SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS TERRIBLE. IT'S MOSTLY JUST A LITTLE FILLER CHAPTER TO PREPARE FOR WHAT'S COMING UP NEXT. AHH IT'S SO BAD!

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✹ But this was Sirius they

were talking about,

Sirius was dramatic and that was

never a good sign ✹

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He had to admit, sitting outside on a freezing cold day in only a small jumper wasn't the best idea, but his mind had been so preoccupied with worries that he hadn't even cared that his whole body was red and shivering. What the hell was he supposed to do? Go home and get beaten up for running away or run away again and risk getting caught and beaten up even more. He bloody hated his parents.

Regulus yawned, sitting up as the daylight filled the room. A groan of pain came from beneath him and he realised that he was sat on James' stomach. Muttering a few apologies, he climbed off of him.

"Nooooo, come backkkk!" James whined, holding his hands out towards him with his eyes still closed. "You were really warm and now I'm all cold!"

Chuckling at the older boy, Regulus cuddled back up to him, trying his best not to blush at the close contact. His eyes scanned the room and he jumped back up in shock.

"Noooo! What now?" He slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them with his closed fists. When he was properly awake, he pulled himself up on to his elbows and looked at Reg. "What's wrong?" He asked in a husky morning voice. Shit, that was hot. James raised an eyebrow and Regulus snapped out of it, he shouldn't be thinking about that sort of thing - that was just weird.

"Where's my brother and the others?" Regulus asked, motioning to the three other empty beds. James soon realised why he was so panicked and his eyes widened.

"Shoot!" He jumped out of bed and ran out of the dorm. Reg didn't really know what to do so he just sat there, playing with the sleeve of James' hoodie. What would Sirius think if he had seen his brother and his best friend cuddling in bed? Surely he'd expect the worst. It's not like they did anything, they were just sleeping! But this was Sirius they were talking about, Sirius was dramatic and that was never a good sign.

It was another five minutes before James came walking back into the room, a calm expression on his face.

"They're all asleep in the common room. They must have come back inside yesterday and crashed before they had even made it up here." Regulus sighed in relief, leaning his head backwards against the wall. "C'mon, up you get, Mister. We can use the cloak to get you back to your dorm."

"What about these?" He asked, motioning towards the clothes he was wearing.

"Keep them, they suit you better." He said with a small smirk.

Hiding his blush he climbed out of the bed and slipped on his shoes, picking up all of his clothes from the day before. He waited for James to get the cloak, after which they made their way to the Slytherin common room. Once outside, James removed the fabric from over their heads and looked down at the black haired boy. A small strand of hair had fallen down over his eye, of which James tucked behind his ear. His hand stopped on his cheek and he swore it was going to happen. He swore they would have kissed, they really would have but when had Regulus' happiness ever lasted that long?