When The Stars Fall

Riddikulus

Peter shook his head with a scoff as James pulled Regulus closer for the hundredth time.

"You're seeing this right?" He asked looking over at Remus who just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Wormtail. I've seen it."

"He's literally- I don't know what's worse. Them or you and Padfoot."

Remus looked over, sputtering for a response, "What?"

"You and Pad... are we meant to pretend we don't know? Nobody tells me these things!"

"There is nothing going on between me and Sirius!" Remus whispered.

"And Barty doesn't secretly love Regulus." Kieran yawned stretching out, "This is a shitty bed." He grumbled kicking at what he assumed to be a pillow by his feet.

"I heard that and that hurt you fucking cow," Barty grumbled hitting his leg.

Kieran sat up with a snap, eyes widening, "Why the fuck are you in our bed? You were sleeping with Regulus!"

"Who's sleeping with Regulus?" Evan yawned pulling the sheets closer.

"Potter," Barty grumbled.

"Like sleeping sleeping or like sexy sleeping?" He asked, the answer to the question being the deciding decision on whether or not he'd wake up or go back to sleep.

Kieran rolled his eyes, "I asked a question."

"Potter kicked me out."

Remus scoffed, "James Potter kicked you out? Yeah sure right."

"Well, he did! I think. I don't know. I woke up on the ground and Regulus and James were in bed talking about some weird sex position or something."

"Right..." he whispered, "James!"

James whined waving his hand in a silencing motion, "Quiet. 'M comfy." He mumbled wrapping his arms around Regulus.

"Rosier I swear if you're the one hugging me you're losing both arms," Regulus grumbled, voice raspy from sleep.

"That is not Sirius." James whispered, his arms flying up, eyes screwed shut in fear, "Moony who is in my bed? Who is in my bed?!" He cried.

"Regulus Arcturus Black nice to meet you. Now stop screaming!"

Reaching for his glasses James cracked an eye open at the man who claimed to be Regulus, "No you're not." He said staring at the pile of hair, poking out of the covers.

Scoffing, Regulus poked his head out, "I think I'd know if I wasn't fucking him."

He blinked, "That came out wrong. Can I try again?"

"What happened to your hair?" James laughed.

"Why were you hugging me?" Regulus asked, pulling a pillow on top of his head.

"Because I thought you were Sirius. I thought we cleared that. What happened to your hair?"

"It's Thursday," Regulus mumbled.

James raised an eyebrow, "Ah yes and on Tuesday my eyesight is slightly worse."

A pillow smashed into James' face and Regulus pushed himself up, "My family does not have the best genes were full of incest! I don't know where the curly hair comes from. I'm probably never going to find out. Instead, I found potions and spells that fix it but for some reason every fucking Thursday I have to redo it or wear a fucking hat. So I redo it. Because I'm not wearing a fucking hat."

James held his hands up in innocence, a smile on his face, "It's cute."

Regulus scoffed, "Mocking me isn't going to make me like you anymore, Potter."