"Amortentia"
Regulus ran down the dungeons hallways to potion class.
He was late. Really late.
Regulus overslept, and missed breakfast.
Thank merlin the advanced potions class was in the dungeons near the Slytherin Common Room, otherwise, Regulus would have been even more screwed.
Regulus stumbled into the classroom, out of breath, and quickly took his seat next to Evan.
"Where the hell were you, Reg??" Evan asked in an undertone when Professor Slughorn wasn't looking.
"Overslept, since you and Barty both demanded me to stay up late with you both- why the hell does it smell so odd in here??" Regulus cut off, catching whiffs of smells in the air he hadn't ever smelled in the dungeons before, or anywhere really - it smelled a lot like how he imagined James would smell, which Regulus made a mental note of.
"Amortentia is the potion we're makin today, Reg," Evan says quietly to Regulus with a shrug, keeping his eye on Slughorn before turning his attention back to the potion.
'fuck.'
Regulus glanced over at where the Gryffindors were seated, James was sitting next to Sirius as usual, looking like they were also talking to each other; and when James sees Regulus looking, he waves hi with a bright smile before returning to talking with Sirius and his potion.
'I can't like James fucking Potter. He's a moron, an idiot, completely reckless and impulsive - I have never seen him question doing something extremely risky before doing it. I can't fucking like that idiot-'
Regulus's thoughts are cut short as he sees James laugh with Sirius over in their corner.
'double fuck.'
"Mr. Black, I suggest you start on your potion, you were already ten minutes late."
"Yes Professor."
'Crap-'
Regulus quickly starts on his potion, but his mind never leaving the fact that his potion smells like James freaking Potter, and that maybe, for some ungodly stupid ass reason - he, Regulus Black, actually liked him.
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