Notes:
Welcome back my lovelies.
About the Chapter:
- Regulus Pov
- A soft chapter, a bit shorter than usual, but very sweet and easy.
- Skittles being <3
Warnings:
- Regulus rethinks about his abuse (a couple of line) and rethinks about his suiciadal thoughts (also a couple of line)
I will see you at the end of the chapters besties, have funnnn!!
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Friday 17th of February, 1978.
Regulus is a liar.
A good one at that, too. He has managed to fool everyone, especially himself, that he does not like James. That he doesn't feel a single thing for the boy. That couldn't be farther from the truth.
Despite himself and everything he promised, he would now consider James a friend. Or, well, a friend he very much likes to kiss and a friend he would very much like to lose his virginity to.
Can he even call that a friend? He knows he would never want to do it with Barty or Evan. Even if the two weren't together, Regulus would feel...uncomfortable. He doesn't know what exactly would be wrong, but something would.
So, maybe James wasn't that type of friend. Maybe James was the type of friend that Regulus would let close. The kind of friend that could kiss him, and touch him, and make his stomach do all sorts of backflips.
He guesses he has his upbringing to thank for how convincing he sounds, even in his head.
He has too clear memories of his mother demanding answers that would bring a child to endless nights of tears. Regulus only ever spilled them alone in his bed. After all, crying isn't fit for power, and weak isn't fit for a Black.
Still, he would cry.
Still, he has managed to fool everyone. He would love to say it's all not true, that he hasn't grown fond of the Gryffindor boy. That he doesn't like him. Because he does.
His mind unconsciously slips back to the classroom a few days prior, his memories intoxicated with James' touch. Even now, in the middle of the library, Regulus swears he feels the chaser's hands on his body, gripping skin and sucking on it.
What kind of friend would that ever be? He thinks he heard Evan speak of friends with benefits once, but he's not sure that his explanation entailed unbreakable vows and dancing in the moonlight.
Gods, Regulus has definitely not forgotten that .
"Regulus Black, concentrate."
Remus Lupin studies him from the chair next to his. His eyes scan his face, and a single brow is raised. He doesn't need to ask the question to know the answer, but he does anyway.
"What's on your mind?"
He looks down at his Alchemy textbook, the letters and numbers getting mixed up with each other. So much for study group.
"Remind me why I chose Alchemy?" Regulus asks, hoping to change the subject before it even reaches James.
"Because you want to be a Potion maker?" Remus further lowers his book to better look at Regulus' mess of a desk.
His Alchemy notes are all over the place, on the parchment and his book. Thankfully, he can still understand what he has written down, although his professor has told him he pities whoever even tries to attempt to copy his notes. Lucky for the rest of his class, Regulus doesn't engage with people, therefore he doesn't have the problem.
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Fanfic"Do you swear it?" Regulus looks deep into James' eyes, waiting for the faltering, but there is none. "I swear it," he says, gripping Regulus' arm tighter. There's a moment of silence, and then it is James who twists their arms, locking the charm in...
