Notes:
Welcome back!!
I need to take a second to tell you that I really appreciate all the likes and comments you send my way. This is my first ever fan fiction and I am always very self-aware when it comes to my writing and I always think it's so bad, but you all are making me feel so good I love you dearly!
OKAY NOW THAT I AM DONE CRYING OVER THE PHONE, LET'S TALK ABOUT THE CHAPTER!
About the Chapter:
-Regulus Pov again (and it's good)
-French speaking again, because Regulus can't express his feelings like...ever.
-Wholesome Slytherin friends moment.
-Regulus hating a lot of things in this chapter.
-It has also come to my attention that I should probably put the date of the chapter down, since this fic is a lot based on time and running out of it. I have already updated the other three chapters if you wanted to go check the dates on those!
Warnings:
-Regulus remembering some trauma.
-A tiny bit of angst and a kind of forced kiss at first, but it is quickly reciprocated so nothing to worry about!
-Things get heated again but it's not so spicy this time.
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Friday 14th of October, 1977.
They had stopped.
What Regulus still can't believe is that they started in the first place.
No, actually, that he started it.
He had come to his senses eventually, pushing James away and telling him they needed to stop. Even though Regulus had asked him to, he still found himself a bit disappointed when James stopped touching him, forced to then get off of him -doing so rather slowly-, and then pretending to be asleep when James came back from his shower.
No matter how many excuses he'd been trying to come up with for his behaviour, he was still the one that kissed him first when James had asked -no, worse, begged- for him to move away. Regulus had wanted to move at first. He had wanted to punch James for staring, for making him feel so looked at . Because of course, when James stared at him, Regulus wouldn't even be able to remember his own fucking name.
The Great Hall had been his last straw. Regulus had been laughing at Barty's story one second, and found himself lost in a pair of hazel eyes the next. It was like the world had disappeared, and although Regulus had looked away every single time he had caught James staring, this time he stared back.
He doesn't even know why. His eyes just didn't want to move, felt like they couldn't, and he was battling with himself the whole time to will them away. He only won because James stood up looking like he was on a mission, and since Regulus had no idea what he wanted to do, he panicked and finally looked away.
He had felt his necklace getting warmer, and heat reaching his cheeks. He had seen Lily stand up to reach James, and his chest did something so out of pocket that he just left in the middle of supper. It had tightened, and held a firm grip until he reached his temporary dorm and stepped inside.
The feeling mildly resembled jealousy, and since Regulus was not going to look into that at all, he simply turned the emotion into anger. That was always the easiest thing to do after all, and one he was very good at.
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