Regulus Black Stories

Don't Date A Marauder

Info - Peter doesn't exist, Reulus and reader are marauders, sexual joke, mentioning attraction.

"You have to promise me one thing if I do this, if I bring you into the group, you've gotta promise," James said as he lead me to Platform nine and three quarters. I was as nervous as any first year would be.

James had made Hogwarts sound like the most magical place on earth. His stories about his friends Remus and Sirius were so interesting. Apparently, Remus was a werewolf.

"Of course Jamie," I said. "I'll promise anything."

"If you're in the Marauders, you can't date any of them," he said seriously.

That had been easy for so long. I'd never even had crushes on any of them, they were like brothers to me.

Sirius had a younger brother who started the same year as I did and thought we'd both been sorted into Slytherin, we'd been made members of the marauders immediately.

Last year, Sirius and Regulus had finally escaped their abusive household and come to live with us. This should have made Reg seem even more like a brother, but I'd suddenly started noticing him in a very unbrotherly way.

When we went swimming, I couldn't stop looking at his body. When he ate I was focused on his lips. When he laughed so hard he had to lean over onto my shoulder I got butterflies. I knew this was terrible. James would kill me if he knew.

"Potter, looking gorgeous as ever in your Slytherin Greens," Regulus ruffled my hair as I came down stairs. The movement made my stomach flutter.

"Hey Black, can wait for an opportunity to smack a bludger into you," I smirked. He was Slytherin's Seeker and I was a beater.

"Oh yeah," he said licking his lips and moving forward.

"You gonna beat my ass Potter?" He asked and something about it sounded sexual. I stopped a shudder from overwhelming me.

"Yeah Reg I am," I tried.

"Ooooo," he said rounding his mouth and raising his eyebrows.

"What is it, is my face too pretty for you? Have to rough it up a bit Huh?" He asked.

"You sound like your brother," I giggled. Speaking of said brother, Sirius jumped on Regulus from behind.

"Ready for sixth year loser?" He asked.

"Get off me you git," Regulus snapped.

"You better be glad it's our seventh year Regulus," James said, red and golden tie wrapped like a bandana around his head.

"You'll breathe easier when I'm not Gryffindor's seeker," James chuckled.

"Boys, y/n, let's go," Fleamont called.

"Last one out is a rotten dragon egg!" Called Sirius.