THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹TWENTY EIGHT✹

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✹ In that moment, all he

could think about was

James Fucking Potter, and to be

honest, he wasn't

even mad about it ✹

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The rest of their date was spent with casual conversations and the odd sarcastic comment, but Regulus' favourite part was later on that afternoon when the two boys were sat in his Slytherin door room, cuddling, reading and snacking on his leftover sweets.

Regulus pulled away from their close position on the bed and stood up, James instantly stopping his reading and looking up at him with large puppy dog eyes.

"Where are you going? Did I do something wrong?" Reg grinned at his nervousness and shook his head.

"No, I'm just getting a jumper. It's cold in here." James visibly relaxed as he made his way over the the wardrobe in the corner of the room, taking out James' old quidditch sweater. He put his arms through the sleeves and pulled it over his head before walking back to the bed. The Gryfinddor was looking at him intensely and he became oddly insecure, crossing his arms over his front.

"No, no, no! Don't cover up. You look great." James cooed, holding out his arms for Regulus to come back into. He did just that, then hid his face into the crook of his neck to cover up his red face. "Did I just make the Regulus Arcturus Black blush?" He asked with a dramatic gasp.

He didn't reply, snatching their new book 'Pride And Prejudice' (one of Regulus' favourites) from James' grip and leaning his back against the older boy's chest. He felt James' arms snake around his waist from the back as he began to read aloud. Usually, Reg would have taken this intermate gesture and thought of it as a friendly action, but after their conversation at The Three Broomsticks...well he wasn't too sure anymore.

His voice hitched as he felt a pair of lips against his hair. It was such a short, simple kiss but it drove Regulus absolutely insane. After taking a deep breath, he cuddled closer to Potter and continued to read. James rested his chin on the top of Reg's head and hummed in satisfaction.

They stayed like that for hours, swapping between who was reading when their voices became tired until James closed the book and placed it off to the side. Regulus was confused to say the least, as he looked towards the clock and saw that the time was 7pm.

"Everything okay?" He asked, turning his whole body to face him. James wrapped his arms around Reg's torso and pulled him closer, hugging him to his chest.

"Full moon." He replied with a sigh, "Remus needs me." He burried his face into Regulus' neck, clearly not wanting to leave.

"It's fine, you can go. You need to go." James groaned and squeezed him tighter.

"I had a great day. Better than great. Amazing. Incredible. Spectacular. Excitable. It was the best day I've had in a long, long time." He mumbled, his voice very muffled as he pressed his face into the boy's skin.