conversation - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 429
In the back of his mind, James had always known that it wasn’t wise to avoid this conversation. It was just…he’d been so nervous to scare Regulus off. Asking the question ‘what are we?’ was never easy, and it was a thousand times scarier when faced with a devastatingly pretty boy who was prone to running. So…he’d simply never asked. Though it killed him inside, he’d forced himself to enjoy what they had.
Of course, that’d backfired spectacularly now, as he and Regulus stood next to each other, heads down, while Sirius Black stood in front of them, arms crossed, eyes full of accusatory curiosity.
“How long?” he demanded, seemingly indifferent to the fact that all three of them were standing in the middle of the third-floor corridor, the door to the broom cupboard James and Regulus had been hiding in still ajar, the dark of night creeping in from all directions.
James cursed the stupid fucking Map that’d shown here he was and his idiocy of forgetting to bring it when he’d snuck off.
“A while,” Regulus answered defiantly, lifting his chin and looking Sirius in the eye.
Sirius swore, gritting his teeth. “Merlin. What are you two, then? Just fucking around? Or are you boyfriends?” he said the last word with disgust, like he couldn’t believe it might be possible.
Judging by Regulus’s side glance, it was James’s turn to answer. But fuck, they’d never said. Regulus had never said what he wanted, and what if James’s feelings were much deeper than his?
James swallowed, looking up to Sirius.
But then he saw the protective fear behind Sirius’s angry glare, the way the Gryffindor was clearly worrying about what this meant for James and Regulus’s hearts. So he decided to put it all on the table, his stomach clenching with nerves and his jaw tightening. “We’re dating,” he answered, looking his best friend clearly in the eyes. Then, he turned to Regulus, whose eyes widened by a small fraction. “Or…well…I want to be. Reg, I know we haven’t said, but…I only want you.”
By now, James could read Regulus well. He knew the meanings of the minute changes in his expressions, the small tells in his movements. So when the end of Regulus’s lips turned up just slightly, his eyes softening an almost imperceptible amount, James beamed.
He’d done the right thing.
“Dating,” Regulus confirmed, reaching for James’s hand.
Sirius relaxed a little, arms falling to his sides. After a few long seconds of staring, he murmured, “Ew.” Then, he walked away, leaving James and Regulus grinning.
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