When The Stars Fall

On the Sixth Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me...

Authors Note: very kinky smut. Read at your own risk.

★ Regulus Black ★

Regulus walked down from his dorm to the common room, grunting softly as he sat down on the couch.

Snape looked up from his reading, "What's wrong with you?"

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "We are not friends, Snape." He said, stating the obvious,  "If you forgot, you mutilated my boyfriend."

Snape scoffed, setting his book aside and turning his full attention to Regulus. "Boyfriend? Please, spare me the melodrama," he sneered.

Regulus clenched his fists, his voice filled with restrained anger. "It's not melodrama, Snape. You have no idea what-"

Snape leaned back, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I understand perfectly well. He's just another Potter, a Gryffindor who thinks he's above the rest of us. And you, falling for his charms, are no different. You may be shagging him, but you are not his boyfriend."

Eyes darkening Regulus leaned forward, "You really want to know?" He asked, biting back his smirk, "Potter spanked me for misbehaving. That's why I'm in pain when I sit."

Snape paled, practically turning green, "Why are you telling me this?"

Regulus stood up, smirking down at Snape, "Because," He shrugged, "No one... will ever believe you." He whispered.

His words hung in the air, leaving Snape speechless and visibly uncomfortable.

Regulus took a step back, his smirk still firmly in place, as he relished in Snape's stunned silence. He had turned the tables on the usually composed Slytherin, exposing his vulnerability and leaving him without a comeback. 

Snape's face twisted with a mix of anger and frustration, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're just trying to provoke me," he spat, his voice strained.

Regulus shrugged nonchalantly. "Believe what you want, Snape. But remember, you brought up the topic of my relationship. Perhaps you shouldn't have meddled if you can't handle the truth."

With that, Regulus turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Snape seething with a mix of humiliation and anger.

★

"Mon cour." He greeted James at breakfast, "I couldn't seem to find you yesterday. Almost as if... you were avoiding me."

James blushed, picking at his food silently.

"Or avoiding my question from the other day. The one you left me in bed without a response." He added, leaning over his shoulder with a grin.

"I didn't mean to avoid you or your question. It's just... it caught me off guard, and I needed some time to process it." James whispered, breath coming out somewhat ragged, very aware of Regulus' body heat against his.

Regulus raised an eyebrow, his playful grin only getting that much stronger. "What's there to process, Jamie?" he asked, his tone softer now. "You know how I feel. I love you. I offered you a proposition and... I still wait for an answer. It's not like I proposed." He grabbed an apple, taking a bite before turning his head to James.

"No, no, you didn't propose. You just asked me to go home with you. To your parents. The very blood supremacist, very homophobic- I'm willing to bet very racist- and very abusive people you call mum and dad."

"If I called my mother mum I'd be dead."

"That doesn't help your argument." He hissed.

Regulus smiled as he sat down, closing his eyes for a moment as he got comfortable. He opened his eyes just briefly catching James' smile, "It's your fault I can't sit." He pointed out, "James, come to the ball with me. By my date. No one has to know."