Green | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 291
James places a glass of a sickly green concoction in front of Harry, instantly killing the little boy’s mood. It’s James’ special recipe–the ultimate health drink, packed with vitamins.
Harry looks down at his glass with a crestfallen expression, lower lip protruding into a pout. James, completely unaware of his son’s predicament, moves away.
It happens quickly. The moment James is out of sight, Harry tilts his entire body toward Regulus, who’s pretending to be blissfully unaware, nursing his own unhealthy tall glass of coke, fizzing in the summer heat.
Harry tugs at Regulus’ shirt, forcing his attention on him. Regulus peers down at him, paper straw caught between his teeth. Harry’s pout becomes impossibly pout-ier.
He glances at the glass on the table, beads of condensation gathering in the hot sun before closing his eyes and heaving a sigh– resigning himself to his fate.
Regulus eyes the patio door, calculating how much time he has before setting his own drink down. He grabs Harry’s glass and downs it one go.
Afterward, he sits frozen, left eye twitching as he swallows several times to keep the revolting drink down. The grassy taste of it makes him stick his tongue out, revealing its now green color. Harry claps happily at the display before leaning over in his seat and taking a few unbidden sips from Regulus’ coke.
When James returns, he’s none the wiser.
Later, when the table is cleared and Regulus is upstairs putting Harry to bed, Sirius finally brings it up.
“You do realize Regulus has been drinking those for Harry, right?”
James smirks, looking smug as he takes a sip of his glass. “Oh, I know,” he says, eyes gleaming as he looks at Sirius. “They’re actually for him.”
