Chapter 3
Chapter 3
James’s POV:
The gossip spread faster than I thought it would.
Someone saw us walking hand-in-hand back from the quidditch pitch and now the whole school was on fire with the confirmation they had so clearly, desperately, needed.
The fact that the trio of Slytherins, my boyfriends, had dropped me off at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room with a kiss on my cheek from each of them, didn't help anything.
It had made me blush as I wasn’t expecting it but my blush just fueled everyone and I was just waiting for when Padfoot was going to kill me.
Which was now, I suppose.
My dorm room door was nearly blown off the hinges as Padfoot burst through it.
“MY BLOODY BROTHER?? C'EST QUOI, JAMES?? C'EST MON PETIT FRÈRE!! TU SORS AVEC MON PETIT FRÈRE!! TU SORS AVEC REGULUS!!” Padfoot’s words changed to French as he got worked up. Which meant that I couldn’t understand him.
(Translation: WHAT THE HELL, JAMES?? THAT IS MY BABY BROTHER!! YOU’RE DATING MY BABY BROTHER!! YOU’RE DATING REGULUS!!)
“Pads. One, I can’t understand French. Two, Would you rather have me or some random person dating Regulus? You know I won’t hurt him. And I won’t let Barty or Evan hurt him either.” I replied to him. Even if I didn’t understand the exact words, I knew my best friend.
Padfoot sighs and rubs his hand down his face. He is clearly debating with himself.
Moony walks in and wraps his arms around Pads from behind. He was trying to calm him down and based on the sigh that leaves Padfoot’s lips, I’d say it worked.
Padfoot points his finger at me and death glares me. “You hurt my brother and I will hex you into next year.”
I nod at his words and put my hand on my heart. “I promise I will never hurt your brother,” I tell him.
I mean, it’s not even possible to hurt someone when it’s a fake relationship… Right?
Regulus’s POV:
Our dorm’s door flies open as Sirius storms in.
First, he turns to Barty and Evan. Pointing at them like a pissed-off mother.
“If either of you hurt my brother then I will hex you both into next year.”
“We promise not to hurt, Reggie. We would never do that to him.” Evan says to him with a little too much sincerity in his voice. That’s just because we’re friends right?
“We won’t hurt Regulus, Black,” Barty says in his usual non-chalet tone.
Then, to the surprise of all of us, Sirius turns to address the room.
“If any of you hurt James, I will also be hexing you into next year. Do not hurt either of my brothers.” I nod in agreement to Sirius’s words.
“I won’t hurt James, Siri,” I tell him sincerely.
“Like I said about Reggie, we would never hurt James.” There it was again. That sincerity in Evan’s voice. I don’t understand it.
“We won’t hurt James either,” Barty says through a puff of his cigarette. “Can you leave now?” He finishes with a glare at my brother.
Sirius nods and leaves our room.
Why does it feel like we all were sincere about not hurting James? This is a fake relationship. A prank. Evan and Barty barely even like James.