Jegulus Oneshots ♡

The Confession

A/N: This one has a lot of French in it, and I apologize if it's wrong... I don't speak any French and I'm just using Google Translate for this, so I'm sorry if something's messed up. Feel free to tell me if it is.

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The only reason James agreed to "study" with Regulus in the library every couple days was so he could spend more time with Regulus. James Potter, of all people, was not the kind to study. Regulus was, however, and he took this time more seriously than James did. James just talked and got bored and distracted Regulus. So, because of this, Regulus never got much work done either.

All in all, James and Regulus "studying" together was really pointless, but did that stop them from doing it? Absolutely not. 

Which is why they found themselves in their corner of the library again today. It started off the same as always – Regulus actually trying to do his work and James just staring at his. Eventually, because he has the attention span of a fucking gnat, James got bored. Just like every other time he and Regulus studied together.

"I'm bored," he says, turning towards Regulus. Regulus rolls his eyes, but a smile tugs at his lips. 

"Aren't you always," is Regulus' response.

"I'm not always bored, only sometimes," James corrects. "Like now. Studying is boring."

"No, it's not. Do your work."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Mon Dieu, tu es parfois irritant," Regulus mumbles. James smirks.

"You know, you should speak French more often," he suggests. "I like it."

"Of course you do, you prat," Regulus replies, acting annoyed. James knew he wasn't. "You don't even know what I'm saying."

Oh really? James thinks. "I don't care. Say something and tell me what it means."

"No, I'm trying to do my transfigurations work."

"You're so boring."

"Oh mon dieu, est-ce qu'il t'arrive d'arrêter de parler?" Regulus asks, slightly annoyed. But wasn't he always?

"There you go!" James smirks. "What did that mean?"

"None of your concern."

"Come on," James pouts.

Regulus rolls his eyes again, but gives in. "I was asking if you ever stopped talking. I already know the answer." James gasps and acts offended.

"How incredibly rude of you! I can stop talking!"

"Let's see it."

James silently counts five seconds before speaking again. "There. Now stop being boring and talk to me."

"No. I'm trying to do my work."

"Oh, screw your work."

"I'm sorry, some people actually care about their grades in this school, James."

"School work is so boring though!"

"You have the attention span of a goldfish. Of course it's boring to you. Everything is."

"Say something else in French," James requests suddenly. "Then I'll leave you alone."

"Why?"

"Because I'm asking you to."

"You're lucky you're my friend and I don't absolutely despise you," Regulus mutters, rolling his eyes again. Regulus loved rolling his eyes, but James knew he didn't mean it half the time. "Vous êtes peut-être insupportable et agaçant, mais... Je t'aime tellement, je t'ai toujours aimé... Et je ne sais pas comment te le dire parce que je sais que tu ne ressens pas la même chose," Regulus mumbles, clearly against his will. 

"What does that mean?" James asks, but a smile tugs at his lips.

"Oh, nothing... just stuff about Quidditch," Regulus replies. He's a good liar, James thinks, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"You're lying," James announces, and Regulus looks at him weirdly. Before he could even say anything, James continues, "Qu'est-ce qui te fait penser que je ne ressens pas la même chose pour toi?"

He barely restrains himself from laughing when Regulus' eyes widen in horrified shock. He looks like he just saw death itself, and James is incredibly entertained. Regulus' pale skin glows red, and he looks like a tomato. James lets out a soft chuckle, unable to help it.

It takes the Slytherin a while to find his voice, but he eventually sputters, "Wha- what? Since when do you know French?"

"Sirius has been teaching all of us since we were 11," James explains. "I've known what you were saying this whole time."

"Prat. Insufferable fucking git, you are," Regulus mumbles, his face burning red. "I could kill you right now."

"You wouldn't though," James challenges. "You love me, remember?"

"I will kill you. Don't try me."

"Love you too, Reggie," James chuckles, turning back to his work.

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A/N: Again, sorry if the French is wrong. Google Translate can be stupid sometimes.

Anyway, sorry this one's so short. I didn't have any other ideas so we have this. I hope it was okay :/

Word count: 734