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[theiridiumhoe]

Does anyone have a downloaded version of dancing is a dangerous game (i've got some tricks up my sleeve) by mraudersmoon by any chance? I have heard nothing but good things and I desperately want to read it, ive been able to get chapter one on the way back machine but i need MORE

[hazybellarecs]

“My God,” he groans. “Why am I going down for this? Blame Remus, they’re the one whose so adamant about getting us to fuck,” James mutters in disgust, as though fucking Regulus is the most disgusting thing he’s ever thought about. Regulus scoffs, then he cocks an eyebrow.

“You don’t think I’m aware of that?” Regulus asks. “Every time you come to the flat, they tell me that I should put on something nicer and never tells me why. It’s so annoying. I swear them and Sirius are both so obsessed with us dating.”

There’s a sudden silence that settles between the two that makes Regulus shift in discomfort. He feels a bit warm from his nerves, looking up, eyes scanning the room as he tries to find the waitress. James looks like he’s doing mental gymnastics as he stares Regulus down with narrow, brown eyes, a spark glistening in them as he blinks, then smirks.

“What?” Regulus asks.

James smiles at him, eyes fluttering, his eyelashes dancing on his cheekbones and making Regulus’ chest squeeze. “Wanna have some fun?” he asks, not giving any further context. Regulus is taken aback, his breath hitching in his throat as he looks at James in pure confusion.

Have some fun? Is that some sort of euphemism for sex? Was James asking to shag him? 

“Are you mad?” Regulus asks, voice high with confusion. “What the hell do you mean have some fun? What the hell-”

“I’m not asking to shag, oh my god,” James shudders, his face fixed in a grimace. Regulus scoffs, going to argue, but James cuts him off with a look. “I’d rather snog Sirius than fuck you, dear god,” he huffs. “I was going to say,” he continues. “What if we make it look like we enjoyed this?”

Regulus blinks. “I’m not following,” he admits, rubbing his forehead. He stares at James whose face is fixed in a tired expression as he breathes in and then lets the breath out loudly. He feels the urge to fucking punch him again. 

“We pretend we had fun,” James elaborates. “Post a few photos of us holding hands on our Instagram stories, maybe kiss each other-”

“No.”

James sighs. “Let me finish,” he groans. Regulus settles in his seat, humming. “Maybe kiss each other on the cheek. Play into it for a few days, maybe two weeks at most, and then tell everyone we decided to break it off because we didn’t really want to be together. It would get them to lay off, you know? Knowing that we’ve tried and it just didn’t work, they might bugger off and never bring it up again.”

dancing is a dangerous game (i've got some tricks up my sleeve) by mraudersmoon