Utopia

The small feast went by quickly, all of the boys enjoying themselves at the most. But now, it was actually time to go to sleep. After the endless harmless flirting with Regulus and James, the group had silently decided that the two would just share a bed and be done.

James was picking up the wine glasses from the table, Regulus was gathering the plates, and other things that needed washing. The rest of the boys had headed to sleep, as Sirius was intoxicated, Peter too, but worsley, and Remus was sleepy.

So the two of them, were cleaning up the remaining of the things that needed to be cleared away and would go to bed right after.

Or so they were planning to.

Truth is, that at some point, when they had both settled on the Griffindor's bed, cuddling silently, James shot up, with a new boost of energy, and suggested they they do something more alternative for Christmas.

"We should go to the rooftop, and hang out there for a bit." He said. Then added, 

"We should also grab a bottle of wine too." And then looked at Regulus pleadingly.

The black haired boy had a look of disbelief and disappointment on his face.

"Oh come on, James. I'm tired!" He whisper-yelled, not anything, but his voice was drained.

"Come on, love! Live a little!" He whisper-yelled back, making Regulus fall right into his trap. "U-uh huh! Yeah, of course! We should go. Now." He stood up abruptly, blushing, though very little, barely visible.

Regulus and James walked into the kitchen in silence, where they had —at least tried— to clean up their leftovers from the "party".

James, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and two tall glasses, holding them all in one hand, making Regulus turn to him and wonder.

"Are you sure you're going to hold all of those with one hand?" 

James only grinned stupidly, an idea forming on his head. "Yes, Reg, I am. As you can see, I have fairly big hands, so I don't think that that'll be a problem." He added, showing off his masculine hands and muscles proudly.

"Wow, James. You really are a show-off!"

He muttered.

James turned to him, with an eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face.

"What do you mean, Regulus?" He inched closer to the boy, causing him to step back.

The smirk on James's face only grew.

"What is it, baby Black? Cat got your tongue?" He teased, taking a big step towards Regulus.

The black haired boy was not trapped between the kitchen wall and and James.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Did you just call me a show-off?" He laughed.

"Well, you are a show-off, I'm just saying the truth." He smiled innocently.

James gasped. More like fake gasped.

“Well, then. If you think I’m that bad, I will leave you alone.” He whipped around and turned to leave, but was stopped by a grinning Regulus, pulling his arm towards the exit door of the balcony.

Next to the edge of the short pavement, there was a slim spiral staircase, leading to, seemingly, heaven. Since James had grabbed the bottle of wine and two wine glasses, the raven started climbing up, looking towards the sky, which was now becoming brighter, due to the lack of light.

The stars were standing out and Merlin knows how he wanted to be one.

He liked the idea of being in a maze, the maze of people who were like him, or at least pretended to be.

He liked feeling like he was apart of something. And, silently, he was grateful for the chance he had to visit the Marauders’ home.

The opportunity to reunite with his brother and his friends, huge to him.

Now, he even got to stare at the bloody stars with bloody James Fleuamond Potter.

Though, he was smarter than to argue.

“Heh! That was a long climb!” Panted James, once the two boys had reached the top of the building. Now, four floors up, the stars were the only source of light needed.

Regulus sat down at the very edge of the roof, his feet waggling off. James sat next to him wordlessly, not taking his eyes off of the stars. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked. He knew what that exact phrase ment. Regulus tore his eyes off the dark sky and stared at James, his mouth hanging open. The brunette grinned sidedly and reached his hand out, lacing his fingers with the younger Black’s, leaving said boy flushed.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” He finally asked, after a minute of pure silence. They both didn’t dare take their eyes off the sky, mostly out of fear of glancing at eachother. “Of course I know, love.” He breathed. Regulus snorted quietly. “Pet names?” He paused to look at the boy next to him. “Thought you were better that that.” 

All James dared to do was smile brightly.

“I’m really not.” He turned towards the raven now, too. Regulus smiled faintly, as he scooched over, closer to James. “Do you know what’s more beautiful than the moon?" James’ smiled fell. “You.” Regulus sighed contently. James joining him.

Even though he was expecting it, Regulus was a bit taken aback by the sudden feeling of chapped lips on top of his own soft ones. It was a warm, fizzy feeling, messing with his stomach and making his heart pound twice as loud as usual. He kissed back immediately his eyes sliding shut and his body leaning into James’ gentle touch.

None of the two lacked passion, but this kiss was just long, slow, and sweet. Just how a princess would have imagined her first kiss with her prince charming. Now, prince charming was the most gentle James Potter that had made an appearance to the face of the earth. He gently ran his hands up Regulus’ neck, reaching up to his hair, tugging softly at the raven strands, leaving the poor boy flushed as could be.

Once they broke apart, it took them both a moment to adjust to the situation. The situation in which they weren’t before, but were now. “That was something else.” Muttered James, a faint layer of pink flush covering his cheeks. Though he could easily blame it on the cold December weather.

“Yeah, yeah, it was.” Regulus nodded in agreement, as he held onto James tightly.

“Acting like a lovesick puppy now, are we?” 

Asked James, who was now burning up.

“Oh please! You confessed saying ‘The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’” He smiled mischievously, though burried his head into James’ neck soon after. The silence filled the air, as there was no need for words. 

“I love you, and I have done so since fifth year in Hogwarts.” James suddenly said. The other boy smiled. “Fourth year.” James looked down in slight shock. “You were in fourth year when I was in fifth...” He sat down, thinking hard. “Well done, genius, ya figured it out!” Snarled Regulus, though in the most full-of-love way.

“We started liking eachother at the same time... And did nothing about it.” He continued. “How did we manage to do such-” “Idiocy?” Finished Regulus. James broke into laughter. “Yeah, my words, exactly.”

Anyway, the night was growing darker, and then lighter, and then the two decided, after long conversation about their school and after-school years, to head down to the Marauders’ apartment. But here, have a bit of their conversation.

“Hey, James, I wanted to ask you something.” Breathed Regulus, now the stars reflecting on his sleepy, barely open, eyes. 

“Yeah? What is it?” James put down his glass of wine, shooing the empty bottle further away from them with a motion of his hand.

“Whare did you get me that magical quill? I wanted to pay that place a visit.” He tilted his head and smiled faintly. The memories of this strange store were quick to re-enter James’ mind. “Oh yeah!” He exclaimed. “It’s a bookstore called ‘Utopia’ or something, it’s next to this corner restaurant.” He said. “You went there with Sirius the other time.” The Slytherin nodded in agreement, urging James to continue. “Well, it’s right next to it!” James smiled fondly. Regulus furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean? The only thing next to that restaurant is a blank wall with a whole lot of posters.” James snorted. “No! I went into the store!” But he stopped. He paused momentarily, his eyebrows shooting up. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He sighed, Regulus looking as confused as ever. “I don’t know, it seemed to disappear once I walked away. I couldn’t see it when I turned back.” The raven’s eyes widened. “The lady didn’t even let me pay.” Regulus broke into a huge grin. He sighed contently and looked back up at the sky. “At least now I’m sure that when you say you love me, you mean it.”

The end.

(Okay, so. Legend says that in Hogsmade, there’s a small shop, with a kind lady, that sells magical gifts. When someone can see it, even enter it, that person is deeply in love, and searching for something to get for their significant other. The store will only be able to be entered if the love is shared, and not one-sided. If it’s ment to be, the lady will not let you pay. The store will always be available for the people that had entered it, visible only when needed. Regulus had read this in a book while in Hogwarts, hiding from Snape and his little bully-friendgroup. The myth was true.)