Chapter 27
Sirius
Sirius was sitting crossed legged, hunched over himself, twisting his hands together. His eyes were fixed on Remus, who was packing his trunk loudly, quickly and with a lot more force than was strictly necessary. He’d never seen him so angry before.
“Moony, please just…I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean for-”
Remus spun around and glared down at Sirius with fire in his eyes. He yanked out his wand and aimed it straight at Sirius’ head.
“You’re sorry!? You think that fixes things!? You think that takes back what you did, Black!?”
Sirius swallowed and looked back down at his lap.
No. I don’t think it fixes things…
He tried to open his mouth and let the words come out, but they were stuck in his throat. He couldn’t get anything in or out, not even the air he needed to breathe. If he did, he’d cry, and he was not going to do that.
“What?! Nothing to say? No commentary!? Have I finally shut the Sirius Black up?!”
Sirius kept his eyes down and twisted his hands together. He deserved this. Moony deserved to have a go at him. He’d finally proven everyone right and lived up to his name.
“Come on, Black. Don’t be quiet now. Not when you were so vocal to Snape yesterday.”
I’m sorry, Moony…
“What am I not good enough for you? Pureblood fucking posh boy to up himself to speak to a dirty half-breed? Is that it, Black?”
That got his attention. Sirius forced his gaze up, and met the tip of Remus’ wand.
“No! No of c-course n-no-” His voice broke, and Remus jumped in.
“Bullshit.”
Remus towered over Sirius and just as they made eye contact, Remus dug his wand into his neck. The glint in his eyes was one Sirius was all too familiar with. The rage in his words. The hate. He couldn’t do this…
Sirius shut his eyes, just in time to blink away the tears ready to fall. He’d fucked up. He’d fucked up beyond badly. Remus hated him… and he had earned every ounce of that hate…
He told Snape. In a fit of anger and hurt and… well it didn’t even matter what… he told someone… a secret that wasn’t his to share. A secret that could have gotten Remus killed. Could still get Remus killed…
The wand dug deeper into his neck, so deep he was sure it was going to break through his skin. Remus snarled and the wand jabbed even further in. Then he spoke. In a low, dark voice that Sirius never thought him capable of.
“I will never forget this, Sirius.”
The wand was yanked from his neck, and footsteps thundered across the room. The door slammed. The whole room shook.
Sirius still didn’t open his eyes.
He didn’t need too. There was nothing left to see. He had destroyed everything good in his life, and for what? To get back at Snape, for saying things that were true? His family did hate him. And now so did this one…
His chest was collapsing in on itself. His heart was cramping up and everything ached. He couldn’t breath in, and he couldn’t breath out either. He was stuck. He was… nothing.
Sirius curled his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around himself and burying his face in his jumper. It hopefully muffled his sobs, though he didn’t really care anymore. James had ripped into him. Peter was refusing to speak to him. And… and Moony was…
“I will never forget this, Sirius.”
Moony was going to hate him forever.
And he deserved it.
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Regulus
“Yes, yes come on in dearies. Come. Careful, quickly now. Oh goodness it is relief to see you all safe and sound after this year. Now Ron, you’re sharing with Ginny for now and-”
“Why do-”
“Enough, Ronald. Be grateful you aren’t sleeping with a boggart. Now this way-”
Regulus closed his book and dropped it onto his stomach. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate now. Probably a good thing, he was going to need new ones within the week if he kept reading at this-
CRACK! CRACK!
Regulus jumped out of his skin, taking in a sharp breath.
“FRED! GEORGE!”
Oh…
Regulus placed a hand on his chest, where his heart was beating through his ribs and took another deep breath.
Just… them…
He’d been warned that Fred and George were like the marauders on potions. All the James and Sirius, without any of the sensibleness of Remus. Great.
“You good over there?”
Regulus quickly pulled his hand from his chest, resting in on his book instead.
“I’m fine.”
Sirius mumbled something about him not sounding fine, but didn’t push the subject and went back to his own reading.
Regulus continued laying there, listening.
“Now dinner will be ready in 5 minutes. Please go unpack, stay out of trouble-”
“But mother dearest-”
“-we would never do something-”
“-dangerous or-”
“Enough! Your father told you on the way. This is not a place for jokes, now go unpack before I vanish your trunks.”
The Weasleys shuffled down the hallway towards their rooms, their chatter disappearing behind closed doors.
Thank Merlin
Regulus was already ready for bed. He had slept terribly last night. Constant nightmares (that would probably be better described as memories) had him waking up every half hour, not to mention Sirius waking him when he screamed. It was a good thing they’d cast a silencing ward around his room last week, otherwise he would’ve woken everyone.
His lack of sleep wasn’t doing his mood any favours either. He had been on edge all day, waiting for them to show up. Worrying about what to say, what to do, how to act. No one knew how they would react to him, and Regulus didn’t have the best track record with playing well with others.
So far, his plan was to stay quiet and avoid them. Sirius said it was a terrible idea. He thought it was great. So, he was going with his own great idea.
Unfortunately, Molly had insisted on a big welcome dinner to introduce everyone. Arthur was supposed to have given them the run down already, but Regulus suspected he would still be asked questions. Or entirely ignored. Or immediately hated. Or jinxed. Or something else he probably wouldn’t enjoy.
“It will be fine, just be nice.”
“I sincerely hope you aren’t expecting us to exchange friendship bracelets.”
“Uhh… no just… just be nice, alright?”
“Whatever. Nice. Sure.”
Regulus groaned, stretching his arms and legs. He was never in the mood for people, but Merlin was he not in the mood for this.
“If I agree to some things off your list, can I just go to bed and skip this?”
“The longer you put it off, the worse it will be.”
The longer I put it off, the longer I have to plan a way out of it.
Regulus sat up, leaving his book on the lounge and rubbing his eyes. Maybe if he passes out midway through dinner, he’ll get a pass.
He stood up and Sirius did the same, leading him down, into the kitchen where Molly had extended the existing table to fit additional guests. A girl and boy, maybe a little older than him, were already sitting together, talking animatedly about something, apparently hilarious. They had the same red hair as Molly and Arthur, with the same freckled faces.
“Evening Regulus, Sirius,” Molly greeted them as she continued fussing about, levitating plates, cutlery and food toward the table.
Regulus nodded and let his eyes drop to the floor, allowing Sirius to lead him inside. He also ignored the fact the girl and boy had ceased their conversation.
“Ron,” Sirius said as he took a seat across from them. “Good to see you again. Terribly sorry about the mix up last time, all healed up now I hope?”
Regulus took the chair left of his brother, specifically at the end of the table so no one else could sit next to him. He kept his hands in his lap and his eyes fixed on them.
“Um… yeah, legs alright now. How has… the… um… house… been?”
Sirius laughed, “An upgrade on my last holding cell, I’ll tell you that much. And it was, Ginny?”
“Errr… Yes, Ginny. Nice to meet you.”
Ever the charming conversationalist.
Regulus tapped his fingers together, twisting them around and ignoring the conversation at the table. Or at least, that’s what he was trying to do until Sirius decided to introduce him.
“Oh and this is my cousin.”
There was a pause. It took a moment for Regulus to realise they were waiting for him to introduce himself. He let himself look up and, yep, three pairs of eyes were all trained on him, waiting.
Great.
Regulus pressed his hands together and nodded at the pair, forcing an awkward smile. “Nice to meet you.”
The pair nodded back.
“I’m Ginny,”
“Ron.”
“Regulus.”
It went quiet. For about 3 seconds.
CRACK! CRACK!
Once again, Regulus jumped out of his skin, his heart beating out of his chest. At least this time, he knew who was to blame.
“FRED! GEORGE! DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN.”
“Sorry mom-”
“Won’t happen again.”
Regulus doubted they were being truthful.
He turned his head toward the noise, and saw a pair of identical boys, tall, lanky and with more red hair. They were smiling and already taking their seats beside Ron and Ginny, opposite himself.
Sirius introduced himself, and they introduced themselves back. Then it was his turn, not that he did much talking.
“Nice to meet you, Regulus.”
“Interested in testing any of our samples?”
“Help you get out of chores?”
“Rons too cowardly to-”
“I’m not a coward, you two are just insane.”
“Whatever you say, Ronikins.”
“So, Regulus what will it be?”
The twins kept talking and Regulus absorbed absolutely none of it. Though he had to admit, some of the offers he did make out sounded tempting. Mostly because they sounded painful, though the moment they got to describing those ones, Sirius tried to change the subject.
“So, I hear you’re all keen on quidditch?”
It worked.
The conversation kept on quidditch as Molly took her seat and Arthur, along with Remus took theirs. Fred and George were beaters, apparently Ginny was keen on joining the Gryffindor team as a chaser at some point and Ron mentioned being interested in keeper.
At that point Sirius decided it would be a great time to tell everyone that he, Regulus, was a seeker.
Kill me. Please.
“Seeker? You don’t go to Hogwarts though; do you play in the rec leagues?”
“I… err...” He glanced at Sirius who was paying no attention, talking to Remus on his other side.
Thanks
“Yeh… in the juniors…”
Ginny nodded as she spooned a mound of Shepherds pie onto her plate, “Those are tough, I know half the harpies got scouted from them.”
“Shame we’re all locked in here-”
“-could’ve played some half-field.”
Regulus shrugged and the conversation moved on without him. He served himself a few vegetables, which Sirius raised his eyebrows at and spooned on some Shepherds pie too. He tried his best to answer questions as succinctly as possible. He pretended not to hear the ones he didn’t want to answer.
All in all, it was going fine. Until it wasn’t.
“So, Regulus,” started one of the twins.
“Any more thoughts about our offer?” finished the other.
Before he had a chance to process what was being asked, Molly interrupted.
“I told you two, to get rid of everything. Have you not learned after the incident with Harry’s cousin?”
“But mum-”
“-that wasn’t-”
Molly didn’t let them finish.
“No buts. If I find them, I’m going to destroy them, you hear me? Gone.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It’s our stuff!”
“I don’t care!” Molly shouted, raising her voice. “I said no and that is the end of it.”
That wasn’t the end of it. The twins started yelling, and Molly argued back. The room growing louder by the second. It didn’t take long for the argument to pivot to Hogwarts and grades, at which point Arthur became involved, and Ginny and Ron were dragged into it.
The shouting grew louder and louder, and Regulus shrunk back into his seat. He hated arguments, especially in this house. Especially at this table.
He looked down at his lap and grabbed his arms, squeezing tightly, digging his fingers into his skin.
“Boys, please. Listen to you mother.”
“Sirius, sit down and listen to your mother!”
“No! I don’t care what you have you say. This is stupid. I’m not going to stop-”
“You WILL stop. I will not have my son, jumping around and ruining our repute-”
“Our reputation is already ruined, because you’re a bunch of crazy-”
“Lacero!”
Regulus gripped his arm a little tighter. This was why he hated groups. The bigger the group, the more opinions and the more things turned for the worse.
His head were pounding, and he was biting his lip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but it wasn’t loud enough to make him stop.
The voices around him got louder and Regulus shrunk back further. He bit down harder. He gripped tighter. He wanted out. He needed to leave. His clothes were scratching. His chest was being crushed. Why did he agree to this? Why didn’t he fight harder?
I’m fighting now.
Regulus stood, pushing his chair back and made a dash for the door.
He didn’t care if Sirius followed, at that moment, he didn’t care what anyone else thought. He just needed to get out. He needed to breath.
“Reg? Regulus?”
He ignored whoever was calling his name and kept walking.
He wasn’t very fast, not in this state but he made it to the living room before they caught up. He collapsed just inside, pressing himself into the wall, sucking in desperate breaths, trying to get air down his closed-up throat.
It’s fine. No ones here. It’s alright.
Regulus bit down harder, and the taste of iron filled his mouth. He gripped himself tighter, and felt his nails scratching his skin.
His chest hurt. His lungs hurt. Everything hurt and not in the way he liked.
“Stop hurting him, please!”
“Sit, Regulus. Or else the next curse is yours.”
“Sirius, apologise. Now.”
“No!” Sirius screamed, as another curse was thrown at him, but still, he didn’t relent.
“No, stop-” Regulus started, but his mother cut him off.
“Orion. Deal with him.”
A hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling his scream as a curse was aimed at him.
Regulus pressed his head back into the door, clenching his jaw as he tried to stop himself from making too much noise. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Blood trickled down his chin.
Stop. Stop, please.
But as usual, his pleas were in vain. The memories kept coming. More and more. The arguments. The fights. The punishments. All of them played on loop inside his head. They wouldn’t go. They wouldn’t end. Would this last forever? Would he be stuck in his mind for the rest of time? He couldn’t do that.
Regulus tried to breath in again, but this time he chocked. The air stopped. He tried again, opening his mouth even but his lungs wouldn’t work. He wheezed and gasped, but nothing happened. He was suffocating.
No, stop. It hurts.
He tried again. And again. And again. But it was useless.
His head was bounding, his body was burning. He needed oxygen. Why couldn’t he breathe?
“I-I can’t b-bre-eath.”
“You should have thought of that before getting in the way,” snarled his father, as he tightened his grip over Regulus’ mouth.
Regulus tried to suck in some air, but his father’s hand was too strong. He thrashed to his left. Pulled to his right. He twisted and turned, but nothing happened. He was trapped and he was chocking.
Regulus let go of his arms and reach up for his throat. He scratched, he grabbed, trying to open it from the outside. He needed air.
He gasped again, he chocked and wheezed.
Then it went dark.
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Sirius
“He’s alright, Pads.”
Sirius tapped his hands against the back of his head and huffed.
“No, he isn’t! That isn’t alright! That wasn’t him being alright!”
He had been pacing back and forth the living room, like he was trying to wear a hole in the floor for the last 10 mins. Ever since Regulus lost consciousness.
“No, it isn’t. But you stressing yourself out over it, isn’t going to help.”
Sirius turned and looked at his brother, who was now lying on the lounge. His chest was still going up and down. The little colour he usually had, was slowly returning to his face.
I can’t seem to help anyway.
“I should have listened to him.”
“You couldn’t have known that would happen.”
“But I should have… I’ve seen how he gets at all those gatherings… I should have…”
I should have realised back then too
Sirius sat down next to Remus, leaning against his shoulder and staring at his little brother.
“At least things were going well with the kids. For the most part…”
Remus hummed in agreement, “It definitely could have gone worse in that regard.”
Sirius sighed, burying his face into Remus and breathing him in. This wasn’t healthy for Regulus, and if it kept happening, he was just going to get worse.
“I think I’m just going to eat with him in here for now, until he gets used to them.”
“You sure?”
“Do you have another suggestion?”
Please have another suggestion.
Remus sighed and wrapped his arm around Sirius, bringing him in closer.
“No…”
Sirius shifted, letting his arm curl around Remus’ back and melting further into his side. He was so warm. So familiar. So comforting. He had no idea, how he was going to cope when Remus went away again.
“I told him about Luna yesterday.”
“How did that go?”
Sirius remembered Regulus’ godmother and suspected there would be mixed emotions about the revelation. He was hoping it might give Regulus something to look forward to, something to feel better about.
“He says he doesn’t want to meet her.”
“Stubborn git.”
Remus chuckled, gently rubbing Sirius’ back.
“Hmm I know someone just like him.”
Ha ha
“So, I do think I’m qualified enough to say I believe he’ll change his mind.”
Sirius sat up, pulling away from Remus just enough to meet his eyes.
“You think so?”
“I’m certainly hoping so,” Remus smiled. “It will be good for him to have someone his own age and… well I’ve met Luna and I know she would be kind to him.”
“You sure Reg won’t be too mean?”
Remus grinned, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. His let his free hand, curl around Sirius’ waist and pull his body closer.
“Nope…”
Sirius closed the distance between them, their lips meeting.
Remus was warm and strong, leading the kiss and pushing Sirius against the lounge arm. They moved in perfect sync, perfectly familiar with each other and eager to please.
Sirius traced his fingers up Remus’ spine, tangling his fingers through his hair, urging Remus closer. Remus responded in kind, wrapping both of his arms around Sirius’ waist as they melted into each other. It was messy, and desperate but Sirius needed it.
For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the taste of each other’s lips lingering on their tongues. Regulus was fine. The war was fine. Everything was fine and Remus was his. Remus was-
“W-What… h-happened…?”
Regulus.
Sirius opened his eyes, turning his head toward his brother. Remus slid back letting him stand.
“Reg? Are you alright?”
Regulus was still lying down, blinking, and rubbing his eyes as he came back.
“I don’t… w-what…”
He tried to sit up, but the movement was still to out of it and fell back against the cushions.
“Just relax, you’re fine. Just wake up and we can talk once you’re good.”
Regulus nodded weakly, yawning as he came too.
Shit maybe I should grab him some-
“I’ll grab him some water, you wait with him,” called Remus as he was already leaving the room.
Read my mind
When Remus got back with the water, Regulus had both eyes open and sitting in the chair normally, staring into space. They’d cleaned off the blood while he was out but hadn’t been unable to heal the wound. His magic was still fighting against it.
“Here,” Remus handed the water to Regulus. He took a few mouthfuls before handing it back and looking at Sirius. His eyes were dull, and his shoulders were hunched.
“I did it again… didn’t I…”
“Yeh bud… but it’s fine. Nothing bad happened and-”
Regulus shook his head, looking down at his hands.
“It’s not fine. It was going fine and then I messed everything up. I looked like a complete idiot and… and I don’t want to see any of them ever again…”
Sirius reached forward, taking Regulus hands in his. Merlin, he was so small. He was so young.
“Reg, I know it sucks but I promise, nothing happened. No one noticed anything except you leaving.”
Regulus pulled his hands back, twisting away from Sirius and staring at the wall.
“I don’t care. I’m done.”
Sirius sighed. He wasn’t qualified for this. He was with Regulus. He was done with having people in his house, and he was done with being trapped here against his will. He wanted nothing more than to go outside and never come back, but that wasn’t an option. For him or his brother.
Sirius turned around, scanning the room for something he could…
That’s it.
“Remus could you grab that?”
Remus followed his gaze and when his eyes landed on the book, he nodded. Picking it up and tossing it over to Sirius.
“Reg?”
Regulus didn’t react, but Sirius continued.
“Remember how we said you have to try things in the book? This is one of those times, Reg. You’ve got to pick one to try.”
“No.”
What a surprise.
“You really want me to pick one for you?”
Regulus twisted back around. Glaring darkly, he snatched the book out of Sirius’ hands.
“Fine,” he spat. “I’ll do one of your stupid little games and when it doesn’t work, I’m going to bed.”
Sirius nodded.
Regulus opened the first page and groaned as his eyes raked over the coloured list. He flipped the page and groaned again. He flipped the next page and… smirked?
Regulus looked up.
“We both have to do it right? If I choose it, you both have to join in?”
“Err…” Sirius turned back to Remus who just shrugged. “Yes? I guess that’s fair…”
Regulus’ smirk deepened.
Fuck.
“I choose improv.”
What?
“You want to play… improv?”
Regulus nodded, slamming his book shut and shoving it into Sirius’ hands.
“Improv. Now. You’re up first, I’m still too tired so I’ll need a minute.”
Regulus leaned back on the lounge, crossing his arms and nodding toward the free space. Sirius had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well for him.
He stood up and tossed the book to Remus, who seemed to have cottoned onto what was happening and had his own smirk. He took his place, put his hands on his hips and looked down at his brother.
“And how do we play this exactly?”
“I talk. You act. Ready?”
“No?”
“Great. You’re a cat having a fight with itself in a mirror, then you slip over your own foot and proceed to try eat it. You can begin.”
Sirius glanced at Remus, who seemed to be stifling laughter, and made a note to get him back for this.
For the love of Merlin…
Sirius climbed to the floor, getting on his hands and knees. Then… looked at the nearest wall… and…
For fucks sake…
“Meow?”
That was all it took for Remus to burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. Unfortunately, Regulus wasn’t quite as amused yet and was staring with one eyebrow raised.
Fine.
Sirius arched his back and looked into a ‘mirror’. He hissed and (ignoring Remus) got up on his knees and started clawing at an imaginary mirror. Yep. Regulus won.
He tried his best to keep himself from laughing but when he ‘slipped over his own leg’ and started gnawing on it, that was the final straw. Sirius burst into laughter, joining Remus who hadn’t stopped since he’d started.
He glanced up at Regulus, who was failing at keeping himself from chuckling.
Maybe I did win?
“Go on, Padfoot. Give us another meow!”
Nope, definitely not.
“No, thank you, I’ve finished my turn,” Sirius called out, standing to his feet. He smirked down at Remus, offering his hand. “I believe it’s someone else’s turn now.”
That sobered him up.
Remus rolled his eyes, and let Sirius pull him up.
“Whatever you say, Mr Kitten.”
“I get to choose now, right Reg?”
Regulus shrugged and Sirius took that as a yes. He pointed at the space he had just occupied.
“Alright Remus… you have to…” Sirius looked around the room, looking for inspiration. Stupid ideas were his area of expertise. “Pretend to be an 8 year old girl, trying to catch butterflies.”
Sirius smirked as Remus shook his head and tried not to laugh. He was going to enjoy this. And he did.
Remus was a terrible actor and spent half the time laughing and narrating his own actions.
“I’m a-an eight y-year old g-g-girl.”
“I’m ch-chachasing b-b-butterf-f-flies-s.”
Remus sniggered as he skipped awkwardly in a circle before holding his wand like a net and swiping it through the air.
“Y-yay-ay-ahaha-yayyy b-butt-ter-f-flie-s-s”
Regulus put him out of his misery. He had spent half the time chuckling quietly to himself, but seemed to have gotten bored of Remus’ impressively painful improv skills.
“Alright, Remus. My turn and then we can torture Sirius again.”
Regulus got up and stood centre stage. Smirking. And Sirius groaned as he realised, he wasn’t getting any form of payback in this game. Sirius and Remus were willing to do anything in their power to cheer up Regulus. Regulus was a stubborn git being forced to do something just to appease Sirius and Remus.
They couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to do. And they didn’t.
“Walking on hot coals?”
“No.”
“Pretend to be an owl?”
“Is that supposed to be better?”
“Slip on a sock?”
“Not a chance.”
Eventually, Regulus said yes. To being a human statue.
It lasted exactly 9 seconds before he announced his turn of standing completely still was over and it was Sirius’ turn.
The pattern repeated.
Sirius was forced to be a humpback whale, being mauled by an aggressive shark.
“Yes Sirius. With the whale sounds.”
Remus mimed eating spaghetti (which was, unfortunately, not as funny as Sirius had imagined).
And Regulus pretended to be in a coma for 7 seconds.
After Sirius completed his next turn of being a Ballerina and singing his own music in a high-pitched voice, Remus claimed his legs were starting to hurt and the game ended.
Regulus was still smirking as he was led upstairs and the timer for his shower was started. And honestly? Sirius was too glad to have seen his brother laughing to care.
“How are your legs feeling Moons? Still aching?”
Remus chuckled as he sat down beside Sirius.
“Oooh yes, terribly sore. Such a shame I had to miss out on that last go.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, “Hmm, you sound devastated.”
“Very.”
Sirius grinned and reached out, placing his hand on Remus’ leg, giving it a light squeeze.
“Need me to make them better?”
Remus looked down at his hand, then back up at Sirius’ face with an eyebrow raised.
“You do realise anyone could walk up those stairs, right?”
Sirius grinned, “Oh I’m aware. I just…” He leaned in, letting his lips lightly brush against Remus’. “I just think you’re worth the risk.”
Remus chuckled, “I am?”
Sirius lifted his hand, curling it around Remus and resting it come to rest at the back of his neck. “Absolutely…” He closed his eyes and surged forwards, but his lips were met with hair and his trance was broken by the sound of Remus laughing.
Sirius groaned but kept his arm around Remus and face buried in his hair.
“Tease,” he mumbled, which only caused Remus to laugh harder. “You’re lucky I love you otherwise-”
Remus pulled away with an exaggerated gasp, “Wait… Sirius… you… you love… me? And here I was thinking we were just sharing a bed to save money on rent!”
Sirius rolled his eyes.
“You know, I think you enjoyed that improv stuff a little too much.”
Remus smirked and let his head rest against the wall.
“I certainly enjoyed watching you do it. You made a brilliant cat, think it’s too late to get a new Animagus form?”
“You’re never going to let me forget this are you?”
“Definitely not, Mr Kitten.”
“Meow?”
Remus just shut his eyes.
I win.
Sirius leaned against Remus and let himself relax to the pitter patter of Regs shower. He didn’t mind if Remus didn’t let him live it down, every moment of the game had been worth it. Even if Regulus only agreed to it to embarrass him, Sirius knew that his brother had had a good time, and he would gladly do it again.
He’d embarrass himself every day, for the rest of his life if it kept Regulus happy.
“Regulus enjoyed that before, right? I’m not making it up?”
“No, I saw it too. I know he started to just to get under your skin but… I think it helped.”
Sirius smiled.
“Thanks, Moony.”
“What for?”
“Everything.”