Theme: Prank | @moonwater-microfic | Words: 421
"Tell me you didn't have anything to do with this." Regulus' fury was clear from way down the aisle of books where Remus was sitting comfortably. He glances up, face blank. Regulus' hair is as green as his tie.
"I had nothing to do with this," he responds plainly, setting his book aside.
"Don't fucking lie to me," Regulus grumbles, but the gentleness in his eyes gives him away.
Remus shrugs, a coy smile playing at his lips. "Pick one; I can either not lie to you, or I can tell you I had nothing to do with it... But I can't do both."
Regulus huffs, dropping down beside him.
"Or," Remus continues, turning his fingers through Regulus' hair and catching bits of silvery glitter as he does, "I can just tell you it really brings out your eyes - no, really. It suits you."
Regulus rolls his eyes, sitting back.
"How long will it last?" he asks after a moment of silence passes between them.
Something about the way Remus hesitates causes Regulus to fix him with a sharp look. "How long, Lupin?"
Remus releases a short chuckle, unfazed by Regulus' persistent frustration. "Well, that depends-"
"How soon you're kissed."
"It'll resolve itself in a month, or when you're kissed. Whichever comes first. They were going after Snape, originally," he adds, by means of an explanation.
Regulus' lips narrow, and he glances down the aisle of the library.
"Go on then. Let's get it over with."
"Always so romantic," Remus mumbles as Regulus turns back, eyes wrinkling in pleasant anticipation, and caresses Remus' lips with his own.
They remain like that for a moment, neither taking it further, or withdrawing. Both boys' eyes had flickered closed.
It was only as a he felt a tongue dart out to brush his lip, that Remus pulled back in surprise.
"So," Regulus begins, his cheeks an unusual shade of pink. "Am I back to normal?"
Remus holds back on the obvious retort. "Hmm…" he eyes flicker to Regulus' head. "Maybe once wasn't enough-"
He hadn't finished speaking before Regulus' lips were back on his.
This time, when they part, Regulus' hair is a standard shade of black.
He looks suspiciously at Remus, lips puffed and eyes shining under the warm glow of the library lights. There was something else there, too. Something conspiratorial. At last, Regulus understands. "The spell didn't need a kiss, did it?"
His cheeks turning a shade redder, Remus shakes his head. "No, but… I did."