James wins
“Oi, Black!”
Regulus rolled his eyes and turned his broom to face James, who was hovering on his broom behind him.
“What do you want now, Potter? Game’s about to start.”
“Let's make a deal,” James flew closer, making sure none of the other players could hear him. “If Gryffindor wins, you have to kiss me.”
Regulus raised an eyebrow. “And if I win?”
James smirked. “I’ll let you decide.”
“Black, get over here! The game’s going to start!” Vanity yelled, calling for her seeker.
“One moment!” Regulus yelled back, eyes still on James. “Deal.” He said, before turning around and flying to his captain.
Regulus and James were chasing the snitch around the pitch, the young Slytherin only inches closer to the snitch then James. But an inch was enough to lose the game. They narrowed in on the snitch and Regulus could almost grab the snitch when suddenly he fell back. Only a bit, but enough for James to grab the snitch instead.
A grin spread across the Gryffindor’s face as his housemates roared and cheered loudly at their victory. He turned Regulus who was smiling as well.
“Damn, what a shame..” Regulus sighed, pretending to be disappointed.
James’ smile grew wider, as Regulus approached him. He leaned closer, big smirk plastered on his face. “Guess you're gonna have to kiss me now.”
“Oh no. How I wished I had caught that snitch earlier. Well, guess I’ll have to kiss you.” Regulus leaned closer as well, resting one of his hands on James’ broom. James put one of his hands on the back of Regulus’ neck and finally kissed him.
“Sirius looks like he could kill someone.” Regulus whispered, leaning against James' chest.
“Kill who?” James laughed.
“Probably you, and me afterwards.” Regulus laughed too.
“It was worth it.” James said, kissing Regulus again.