mistletoe
This was stupid. James is stupid. Regulus was probably stupid too, in that case, for liking him. James wouldn’t stop —- it seemed like he physically couldn’t. He was practically chasing Regulus around the castle with charmed mistletoe dangling from a stupid Santa hat in front of him as Regulus ran with the stupidest blush and a fond smile. Sirius could be heard cheering Regulus on to “keep running!! don’t let him kiss you!!” as Remus was struggling to not slap him for his unsupportive attitude.
Eventually, James had Regulus cornered in the hallway leading up to the Slytherin common room; they’d traveled that far around the castle. Regulus could probably run into the common room and escape his admirer, but he didn’t seem to want to. James met him in the middle of the hall as Regulus stopped running.
“So? Does this mean I get a kiss now?” James asks with a stupid grin.
“No,” Regulus said amusedly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips afterwards.
“You’re mean.”
“You love me.”
“That I do, Reg. That I do.”