“I dare you to scream as loud as you can” James grinned, Sirius took a deep breath before screaming from the top of his lungs, both James and Remus winced.
“Merlin you can scream loud Padfoot” James responded, a bit shook.
“My turn!” Remus said excited, he walked closer to James, leaning in as to whisper something in his ear.
“I dare you to piss off Sirius as best as you can” he whispered, grinning.
James looked around for a couple of seconds to get an idea of what to do, that’s when he spotted Regulus sitting alone.
He sat in one of the alcoves of the dungeons, he had a book in hand and he looked ever so peaceful.
James had had a crush on Regulus for a long time, it was their sixth year at Hogwarts and he had had a liking for the boy since the fourth year.
He liked the boy's dark eyes, snow pale skin and masculine features. His sharp jaw and the carrion crow black and glossy hair, everything that made him confused as to how other people couldn’t see the beauty in him.
He decided with a grin that he would take this as a chance to both piss off Sirius and to make his dreams come true.
He ran up to the boy sitting, he snapped his head up from the book with his usual cold look. He was about to say something, probably mean or rude, when James grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
The boy stood frozen for a couple of seconds, before -to his immense surprise- actually leaning into the kiss.
The kiss lasted longer than it probably should’ve, and it was broken by the loud sounds of Sirius running up to James and hitting him in the back of the head with a hard hit of a book.
James let out surprised laughter before whispering,
“I’m sorry Reggie” his face flushed, before running off down the corridor.
Sirius ran after him, screaming obscenities and foul words after the stumbling boy.
Regulus stood with a surprised look on his face, his cheeks were blushed, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide open.
He couldn’t believe it. He had been kissed before, despite what his brother might wish for, but this kiss was different. His jaw still burnt from where James had had his hands, like a mark or an imprint left by a hot iron.
The kiss had felt like nothing else but that was right, like everyone else was wrong, nothing was a true kiss but that. The kiss was warm, he could feel the energy bounce off James, and he took it in like a drug.
He wanted more, he had touched the sun and he was addicted.
Goddamn it James