IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING, i swear i died- jk i just took a break from everything and focused of schoolwork lol
James POV:
Who needs Quidditch when he exists, him. how the bloody fuck am i supposed to focus on the game when hes right there. i don't know, and nobody else knows because how the hell am i supposed to explain to anybody why i cant concerntrate on anything anymore?
Peter? he wouldn't get it, hes straight as a rock. Remus? He'd tell Sirius. Lilly? she thinks i like her and then EVERYTHING would be exposed if she knew. Marlene? No offence to her but her and Dorcas cant keep their mouths closed when it comes to gossip, so that's marks them both off. Mary? she'd tell Lilly the second i opened my lips and then my "straight boy" cover would be over. Frank? he would tell Alice and then they both would hate me because of their ideas of the Slytherin house. Sirius? well... its his brother, i don't think he'd be too into me fancying baby black.
Another thing, i practically see him everywhere now, we share a potions class so i mostly fail that one as i'm too busy staring at him to stare at the ingredients, but i hate to admit it but i might mess up on purpose sometimes just to have him look over at me for a split second to investigate the source of the noise then turning back to his own couldron quickly, but even that short second drives me crazy seeing his surprise filled eyes. God, those eyes, like the ocean, or a stormy hurricane, both things they compare into are rough and rippling yet the calmness and siren like relaxation that rests in those eyes could never be put into enough words, for when i see them, words seem to fail me yet only because my brain is put into a state of slight shock and tranquillity at the same time, like id been thrown into the rapid sea but the waves were peaceful and the current only made me feel safe.
The only thing in my life right now that didn't confuse me was the cat. i don't know why. I've always seen myself as a dog person, probably because of Sirius. The cat was like a Patronus, a safe guard that wards off evil but instead of Dementors its saving me from my dooming love life *spooky music starts playing*, im just kidding... okay im kind of serious though. this kitten feels like one of the only things keeping me sane. normally its Quidditch but now even thinking of that makes me imagine Regulus black, in his green and silver jersey that slightly hangs off of his small frame perfectly, his natural, effortless dark curls that frame his face and jawline perfectly which blows in the wind as he glides through the air perfectly.
Everything about this boy was just, well, perfect. but here i am, with no cat, and no idea whats going on, but the only thing i do know is that Regulus Black is on the Quidditch pitch, playing Quidditch. against who? i dont know. whos winning? i dont know. who am i cheering for? i dont know.
i snapped out of my trance when Minnie blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game and i spotted a Hufflepuff gripping a caught snitch. Hufflepuff won, Slytherin lost. i huffed angrilly under me breath. but Reg was playing so well, i stood up and leaned over the railing to look downn at the pitch, trying to spot him. the music drained out of my ears and sounded like background fuzz, just meaningless noise.
Then i saw him, arguing with Madame Hooch using hand gestures to prove his point about something, she apparently had denied whatever he was saying and he spun on his heal, and stalked away, glaring at the hufflepuff beater as he left, muttering what looked like rapid french to himself, i guessed french because everytime Pads and Moony fight, he always complains in french and Remus growls back in welsh, i always feel like i should stand up and settle it in the few words of Indian i knew.
As i saw his enter the Slytherin changing rooms i made the impulse decision to try and get there in time to wait outside for him to leave and maybe strike up a conversation. probably not, he hates me because im friends with Padfoot but i still want to try. i sort out a reason im there when i get there, i decided all this in under the time and started to head to the stairs that lead down from the box i was sitting in before peter stopped me and asked why i was in such a hurry.
"I uh- um. have to um. yeah... uh bye!"i ended up spluttering out. Luckliy Lily left a few seconds before so he just muttered something about obsessing over her so i took my leave and ran as fast as i could.
my training kicked in and i got there in what i would call record timing. though i still think i should've worked on my stamina more since i had to stop and catch my breath for a minute. i had my hands on my knees, trying to steady my breathing (screw you asthma), whn i heard somebody cough above me, i snaped my neck up to see the speaker, or well... cougher? but i forgot about my mop of hair so i didnt see them in a secind, so i straightend myself up and moved the hair out of my eyes quickly, only to be met by the sight of the person i was waiting for. Regulus black was stood there, in front of me, looking up at me, broom in one hand, hand on one hip, one eyebrow raised as if waiting for me to explain why i was waiting outside of the Slytherin Quittich changing rooms.
"What are you doing here Potter?" he asked, glaring at me but i could see a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"just admiring the veiw?"i said with a sheepish grin, trying to be jokey and friendly with a grin, while adjusting my glasses.
"Listen here," he came closer to me and poked me in the chest but i just smiled at him, " If you've come here, either to 'congratulate' me on losing the match then you can just leave, i'm not in the mood for "'banter' or a 'prank'."
i was taken aback, then pulled back into earths rotation as i remembered he hated me.
"i'm not here to say any of that," I chuckled, "i just came to say that i think Slytherin should've won. that foul was disgusting from the Hufflepuff Beater" i spoke, smiling re-asurringly. i practicaly made up most of it on the spot. really hoping not to get caught out, since i hadn't watched any of the actual game, but the way he had argued with Hooch and glared at a specific player i just hoped i had guessed right.
And bingo, he looked confused at me for a minute and my heart stopped but then he started talking crap about the foul that had actually happend and started to walk away so i followed, hoping he meant me to do so, just adding small "mhm"'s and "100%"'s along the way.
after a few minutes we arrived at the castle and i was fully emersed in the drama of what had happend during the match and a new hatred for the Hufflepuff player had threded itself into my veins. me and Regulus were speaking quickly and i could've sworn he smiled a few times, my heart warmed like the sun and i couldn't help giggling like a schoolgirl, as soon as i did it i stopped walking and clamped my hand over my mouth. Reg stopped too and looked back at me, my horrified expression and laughed.
"y-your face! mort de rire" he chocked out through laughter and you cant blame me okay, his laugh if contagious like a 'happy virus' and i ended up joining in.
Soon we were both wheezing from laughing and i just stared and stared at him, laughing, laughing because of me. i felt like the earth could've ended behind me and i wouldn't notice, i could've died and accended to heaven and it would look the same. my brain exploded with joy that i could see this side of Reg, not the cold side he normally shows me. all because of a Quidditch game and a bad excuse. i noticed now that as our laughter died down that we were in the empty enterence hall, in the next room over was the dining hall where it was dinner time.
"everyone must be inside." he said, reading my thoughts.
"this was nice, right? just talking. about a common subject."i asked and he nodded slightly which made me beam."You can go back to being cold and salty again. i wont tell anybody you can actually laugh." i whispered jokingly
"oh shut up, potter" at first i thought he had actually become like before but i could see a small smile playing at his lips.
"James works fine for me, Reggie." i said playfully opening the door to the feast and letting him walk through first into the crowded hall.
"Jacques is your name in French. that works too."he said quietly before waltzing over to his table and i walked over to mine with a huge smile plastered across my face.
i got to my table and Remus and Padfoot didn't notice me at first as they were talking to each other about an essay Sirius hadn't done, so i was safe with Pads not knowing i was laughing with his brother a second ago.
That laugh. it was just so... him.
So Perfect.
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RomanceRegulus Black's life is full of shit. Really that's it. A shitty boy with shitty parents who found solace in scrawled vents, smudged by tears, yet curved with wit. A boy who is constantly reminded of what he cannot have and what he could not keep...
