Marauders Oneshots

||You let me win!||

• Somehow Regulus letting James win in Quidditch results in them getting outed to the whole school
• Jegulus, mentioned Wolfstar
• mild violence, blood, injuries, etc.

"He purposely let me win!" James taunted, still in his sweaty attire as he walked in the Gryffindor common room. He threw himself on the next couch, not even seeming to care about the win anymore. Sirius sighed, flopping down next to him.

"We are in the finals, James. Who cares?"

"It's not a real win! Not if Regulus let me win! I want to be in the finals because we earned it, not because your stupid brother purposely slowed down while we were both reaching for the Snitch!" James complained, throwing his arms in the air. He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. Sirius sighed.

"James, let's be real. Why would Regulus do something like that? It would be counterproductive for him. There's no outcome for him. His team would probably only hate him for it"

"Because he thinks this will resolve our-" James stopped mid-sentence, freezing in place too. He groaned again, drove a hand through his hair and jumped up from the couch.

"I have to talk to him" He clarified, nodding to himself.

"James, what is going on with you?" Sirius asked, though James was already heading towards the painting to get out.

"Sorry, I can't waste any time" He gave a short wave before disappearing through the painting. James hurried through the wall, not stopping for anybody that passed him on the way, gratulating him on the win. Usually he would pride himself over a win.

But this wasn't a fair win.

This was a false one.

He would have lost.

It shouldn't be like that.

James stopped in front of the common room of the Slytherins. Though he still had to wait until some Slytherin opened the door. When it did, he peeked inside to see Regulus talking to two boys, though he had a book placed in his lap, his hand in it to keep his page.

"Regulus Arcturus Black!" James called, crossing his arms over his chest. The boy stopped laughing with his roommates in order to look at him, frowning before replacing it with an unsure smile. After placing the bookmark between an open page, he closed the book before putting it on the armrest of the armchair.

"Yes, James?" Regulus asked, stopping in front of him. He did not know what to do in this situation — not knowing in what way this would turn and why James was here now. Perhaps they have had a little argument — a week ago. James wasn't mad then. James gave him the silent treatment, for a week, which was honestly way worse. Regulus had been trying to make up for it again but he wouldn't give in. No homework notes or cuddles apparently made up for it. He had apologized, five times, too. Regulus hoped that if James won, bringing the Gryffindor's to the finals, this would finally be forgotten.

James seemed to hate him more than in his first year though.

"You." James growled, uncrossing his arms, though only to thrust his pointy finger against Regulus' chest "You let me win! You purposely drew back, so that I would win, didn't you??" He snapped, each word another thrust against the wizard's chest. Regulus stared down at the finger against his chest before looking up at James, his look blank. He didn't want to get into this now. Regulus tried to walk around James but he was faster and grabbed his arm, so Regulus stopped and sighed.

"So what, if I did it?"

"You. let. me. win. Either I do it on my own or I don't. Simple as that. That was against my honor, you twat" James snapped, his fingers gripping onto the pale skin on his wrist. Usually, he would fuss over him, worrying about just the smallest kind of marks — because his skin was so soft and white and just perfect.