After an epic prank involving all of Slytherin's robes turning pink, the marauders had all earned a week of detentions, except for James who had been in a meeting with McGonagall and was therefore unresponsible in her eyes. Little did she know that James had actually come up with the prank idea, but he wasn’t about to admit to his crimes and get detention too. In fact, he was actually quite enjoying his alone time in the dorms, or at least he was until tonight when the boredom had hit him like a freight train. He’d borrowed some of Sirius’ makeup which technically belonged to Marlene (not that she would miss it) and had been experimenting with eyeliner for the past half hour. He’d managed to get a pretty good look going, it reminded him a little of his mother’s kohl she would wear when dressing up, making him feel both a tad homesick but also connected to her. He’d then got bored and decided to create a whole look, raiding all of his friends' wardrobes before settling on one of Padfoot’s skirts and a beautifully warm knitted jumper from Remus. There was something about skirts that James just loved, not that he’d ever admit it or wear one outside of the dorm. They just felt so free and made him want to dance, swishing and swirling his skirt as he went. He turned the volume up just as Bohemian Rhapsody began to play and James knew he was about to have the best six minutes of his life.
By the time he hit the fourth verse James was putting his heart and soul into his performance, singing into a hairbrush and parading around the door in such a dramatic way that Regulus almost mistook him for Sirius. As soon as he fully registered his boyfriend’s attire and behaviour Regulus’ jaw went slack, he stood there frozen, completely enamoured with the god-like boy in front of him. He didn’t move until James struck his final pose and the song came to an end. He slowly let out a low wolf-whistle and James almost jumped out of his skin, eyes tearing over to the door. As soon as he realised it was Regulus his shoulders relaxed a little but the faint blush that had spread from his ears down to his neck remained.
Regulus walked over to James with a sly grin on his face and brushed a stray hair out of his face.
‘Anytime you want to do anything like that again please invite me to the whole performance my love.’ James dipped his head in embarrassment but Regulus caught his chin, tilting it back up so that he could look him in his eyes. ‘You look pretty James.’
James blushed even harder, ‘You think I’m pretty Reggie?’ he asked, his smile almost splitting his face in two.
‘You’re the prettiest boy in the world Jamie.’