And That's the Truth

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
M/M
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And That's the Truth
Summary
If it were any other day, in any other class, or with any other person, it would’ve been fine. Unfortunately for James he was going to be spending at least three hours with Regulus Black brewing a sleeping draught all the while under the effect of truth serum.or James lost a bet to Sirius and Jegulus ensues.
Note
This is a gift for my Secret Santa and lovely Moot Raine, @rainystarssx Merry Christmas! <3

Paying Attention

“I hate you so much right now,” James whined, looking down at the vile, “So much.”
“Hold me Moony, I’m going to cry,” Sirius said drily. “Don’t be a baby, you know the rules Prongsie, no telling anyone, no ditching, and no backing out.”
“How’d you even get it? Isn’t the recipe super protected and really hard to make?”
“We all have our secrets Prongs, Maybe someday I’ll let you know about the greatest ministry heist ever committed”
“He got up at like 3am last night and snuck into Slughorn’s office, almost got caught too” Remus corrected.
“Wait a second, how’d you know he got up that late?” Peter asked.
“He’s bloody loud, if you two didn’t snore like damn bears, you probably would've heard him.” Remus defended, turning slightly red.
“He’s always so quiet on full moons though, you’d have to be-”
“Anyway,” Sirius Interjected, “the point is I have it. Which means you have to drink it.”
With a sigh, James looked at his closest friends one last time. “Alright here goes nothing,” in one swift gulp he downed the entire bottle, “Huh, it’s not too bad, it kinda tastes like water.”
“Prongs you only needed a sip for it to work,” Remus sighed.
“What?!” James yelped, “What’ll happen to me?”
“We'll test its effects later, for now though, have fun,” Sirius sang, sauntering away in the opposite direction of his next class.
“I’ll ask Madam Pomfrey,” Remus reassured him, “she doesn’t ask very many questions and she’ll know what to do. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go make sure Sirius isn’t about to do something stupid.”
“To be fair he’s always doing something stupid.” Peter reasoned.
“Yes, but at least he won’t be stupid and alone. See you guys later, will you be at lunch today, or should we save you food. You have potions today right?”
“I probably won’t make it, I don’t remember what we’re brewing but it’ll take forever. Thanks Moony,” he said and started walking towards the dungeons.
When he sat down and looked at the front of the classroom there stood a board, written on it said, “Sleeping Draught” and a list of instructions. And if he wasn’t dreading this day he was now. If it were any other day, in any other class, or with any other person, it would’ve been fine. Unfortunately for James he was going to be spending at least three hours with Regulus Black brewing a sleeping draught all the while under the effect of truth serum. So he might accidentally tell Regulus that he found him very attractive and would not in any way be opposed to the idea of them being together. Which would most definitely end in disaster, and hurt.
“Potter,” Regulus greeted sitting down next to him.
“Hey, Reg,” He replied. And as Professor Slughorn began talking, something about a missing potion, he studied Regulus’s face. He had a very interesting face, James concluded. His sharp cheekbones, and long lashes, and piercing silver eyes, that would’ve been intimidating if James didn’t find them so beautiful, all came together on his face in a way that made him look young and old at the same. He was taking notes now, and as his hair fell into his eyes, James really wanted nothing more than to be able to brush it away, to look into those beautiful eyes, eyes that he could drown in.
“Potter, ” Regulus whisper-yelled at him, “Cut the wormroot.”
“Sorry, what did you say?” James asked, snapping out of his daze.
Rolling his Regulus replied, “I said you need to cut the wormroot into seven equal pieces. The professor said it just now, how have you already forgotten?
“I wasn’t paying attention, I was staring at you the entire time he was talking. You have really pretty eyes, they’re stunning” James replied, and then realizing what he said blushed, and became very focused on his cutting.
“Whatever,” Regulus muttered rolling his eyes, now a brilliant shade of red. ‘Shut up and cut the damn root.
To say James was screwed was an understatement. He barely made it five minutes into a conversation with him and he was already telling him how pretty he found his eyes. By the time the draught was done he'll have confessed his undying love and asked him to marry him.