A fight
Harry looked at Regulus, loving the little smile he had on his face as he walked closer to him. It was beautiful and breathtaking, the way his hips were swaying as he walked, how his magic was wrapped all around him, a calm and strong storm. When he was close enough he took his hand, feeling the cold skin on his palm, the way the slytherin’s fingers were long, thin, and gracious, his nails longer than what we usually see on a seeker. He then looked back at the Black in front of him, smiling at the soft red powder covering his face. He wanted to worship him, show him just how important, strong, intelligent and delightful he was, but the words wouldn’t come out, so instead he kissed the back of his hand, feeling the pulse against his lips, feeling just how alive he was. He was alive, they were alive.
After a few seconds which felt like hours of pure bliss Harry set free Regulus, only to end up with his hand pressed on the back of his neck. The slytherin was now close, really close. His jerky breath crashing on his lips. His other hand maintaining a handful of his sweater, keeping him close but stopping him from getting closer and finally crashing their lips together like he wanted to so badly.
“I thought you wanted to be somewhere with more privacy ?” Harry tried to tease, but his voice was shaking, and he sounded just as desperate and hungry for this heart-shaped mouth as he was.
“It’s your fault for being so irresistible.” And they both closed their eyes, Harry’s hands moving to rest in the small of Regulus’ back, abandoning their bag on the floor. Everything was just feelings, no words exchanged, they knew they both wanted it, and there was nothing better than to know these feelings were going both ways. They could smell each other, hear every little breath they were taking, almost see, not a lot, Harry had his eyes closed, wanting for Regulus to make the final step. Regulus had his eyes half closed, he still wanted to see Harry’s face, so open and vulnerable even though he was the one towering over him, a bit taller. But soon enough Harry felt the hand on his neck slowly fondle the little hair right there, and the feeling of a fresh mouth grazing his burning lips.
More more more please.
He was ready to beg, to cry. Please Regulus, please kiss me. He couldn’t stop his mind, everything was slowly fading away. He parted his lips a little more, shivering when he felt Regulus breathing in his mouth, breathing his feelings, his past and his future and everything in between. His long dark eyelashes tickling his cheekbones. “Please” he almost whined, his words falling in a place between realities and dreams, heaven and underworld. “Please please please I’m begging you, I pray to whoever could hear me. Please Regulus just do it…”
“Lord have mercy Harry, You- OUCH !!?”
Fuck no, not now.
Harry jumped away from Regulus after hearing him scream, he only got a few seconds to see his right cheek, red and visibly bleeding, before hearing someone scream “GLACIUS” and being unable to move his legs, locked in a big piece of ice.
In less than a second he took out his wand and so did Regulus, his eyes closed because of the pain he must be feeling in his cheek. There were only few people who were stupid enough to cast a Bombarda on someone’s face.
“POTTER AND BLACK YOU FUCKING-” Regulus started before being projected 4meters up in the air, hanging by one foot after Sirius had barked Levicorpus. Panic started rising in Harry’s mind as he was unable to move, while his slytherin was now hanging in the air upside down, he wanted to puke and kill the boys who had done that to him. He looked to his left, where the spells were casted from. And aimed his wand at the area, he couldn’t see them.
“Homenum Revelio!” Immediately after, two human figures appeared, hiding under the invisible cloak as he thought.
“Attacking us from behind and hiding like the fucking cowards you both are you bloody assholes ??” He heard Regulus scream.
“Reg, are you okay ??” He asked the boy over him, his fingers gripping around his wand as he was looking at the other boy's face who was slowly turning red because of the blood who was starting to move toward this area.
“I’m-“ before Regulus could even finish his sentence Harry saw another jinx go to Regulus, and blocked it with a Protego. He was going to fucking kill them.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A COWARD YOU SNAKE??” That was his godfather, his obnoxious loud and fucking annoying godfather. “DENTES-“
“Everte Statum !” Sirius got sent a few meters behind, hit by the violence of the spell, but Harry couldn’t feel bad anymore. How could they? Just for a fucking rivalry with slytherins they were ready to do that ? He was disgusted.
A second late James had thrown away the cloak and was running toward Sirius to see if he was fine. And Harry took advantage of that to make the ice melt with a controlled Incendio. He then casted a Wingardium Leviosa at himself, which permitted him to fly up in order to meet Regulus.
“I am so sorry Regulus-“
“Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do Harry. Could you stop me from falling when I get myself down ?” Harry simply nodded, his wand in his hand pointing toward Regulus as he was casting the counter-spell Finite on himself. Harry then casted a weak Wingardium leviosa so Regulus could go down slowly like a feather. Once his feets were on the ground Regulus layed a Descendo at him and he was able to meet the floor in his turn.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry??!” James yelled as Remus and Peter were coming out of nowhere, probably to go check on Sirius.
“Seriously? You’re the one asking me that, you bloody maniac??”
“Depulso!“
"Flipendo Maxima !” Harry shouted before being hit by Jame’s spell and falling back when the violent spells crashed onto him, right before the same happened to James as his wand was ejected. He might have hit his head, he doesn’t really know, because when he opened his eyes again Regulus was over him, with terror and tears in his eyes. He couldn’t quite distinguish, and his mouth shouting his name over and over again. He loved hearing his name coming from his mouth, but not in that situation.
“Fuck fuck fuck Harry ? Harry, please answer me! Harry!!
"..It's alright… Little stars it’s alright.” He muttered, his head was hurting like crazy and he felt like his whole body had hit the floor pretty violently. “I’m sorry it ended up like that.”
“I should have known. I should have bloody known. I’m… I’m so… Harry…” With great difficulty he sat up, rubbing the place between his eyebrows before realizing he wasn’t supposed to do that. “Regulus, It’s alright. Well, no it’s not. But I’m with you, It’s alright.” Blindly, he tried to take Regulus’ face in his hands.
“Ouch that was my eye.”
“I’m so sorry Reg, I can't see anything and I’m quite disoriented. Do you see my glasses ?”
“Right there.” He heard a raspy voice, and he didn’t need his glasses to know who it was.
“What are you doing here Remus, You don’t think what you and your little crew did was enough ?” That was Regulus, and he probably snatched his glasses from Remus’ hand because in 5 seconds, he had them back on his nose and Regulus was the one putting them where they were supposed to be.
“I’m sorry-“
“Instead of apologizing for your friends’ actions every fucking day you should, I dont know… Maybe STOP them ? When are you actually going to do anything about it ? I know you’re desperate for their approvals but that’s just fucking pathe-“
“Regulus, please.” Harry stopped Regulus, before slowly standing up. “Remus, I'm really sorry but seriously, what the fuck is going on? The four of us could be suspended if…
“That’s a bit late for that mister Potter.” McGonagall’s voice resonated through all the boys, sounding quite displeased by the spectacle she had witnessed. Remus, James, and Sirius all froze, it was known by everybody that Minerva was their favorite teacher, and that they probably were her favorite students, but right now, she didn’t sound like someone who would let them get away with what they had done. “I want you to tell me what happened, one after the other.”
James and Sirius stayed silent. Regulus who had stood up with Harry did the same, and Harry took his hand, a reminder that he was not alone. Never again. Remus seemed more and more nervous, and the one who caved in was Peter.
“Regulus and Harry were hanging out together.”
McGonagall raised an eyebrow and James frowned, it was well-known that Peter was terrible when it comes to keeping secrets. “Is that so ? I don’t see why this new friendship between Mr Potter's and Mr Sirius’s brothers caused such a negative reaction.”
“We weren’t hanging out as friends.” Everybody’s heads turned to look at Regulus, who was standing still with his poker face on, only looking at the older woman. Instinctively, Harry’s hand grip on Regulus' tightened, and that’s when Minerva looked down, now looking quite surprised but also happy.
“I see… Sirius and James, in my office now.”
“Wait what about-“ James was cut off by Minerva, who’s voice sounded less patient and calm than before.
“I will contact them subsequently when professor Slughorn will be available, unless you think I should do my job in another way Mr James Fleamont Potter ?”
“No… I’m sorry.” Minerva calmed down, and guided the two gryffindors toward the path leading to the castle. Leaving Regulus, Harry, Remus, and Peter in a rather uncomfortable situation.
“I… Think we should leave.” Peter muttered, and Remus nodded, turning around to follow the Transfiguration teacher and their two friends. He stopped after three steps, and turned around to look at Harry and Regulus, who were still a bit short of breath by their fight. “Again, I’m really sorry. And Harry, thank you for this morning.” Harry only realized what he was talking about when he was walking out of the village, Peter next to him.
Afterward, there was a moment of silence between the gryffindor and the slytherin, something uncomfortable lingering in the atmosphere, which only accentuated when they realized there was, in fact, a lot of people looking at them like they had fought against two older students in the middle of the road. Without uttering a word, Harry slightly pulled on Regulus’s hand, who understood and let himself being dragged around after having grabbed their bag.
Harry walked toward Honeydukes, taking advantage of the owner talking outside his store to enter discreetly and going toward the trap doors behind the counter, he quickly pulled down Regulus to hide himself as the black-haired boy grew more and more impatient. Harry quickly opened the trap, not waiting before jumping down in the cellar without using the ladder.
“Sometimes I wonder why you were sorted in gryffindor, and then you do shit like that and suddenly I understand.”
“Stop with the sassy comments and get down there !”
Harry could almost see Regulus rolling his eyes before getting down and closing the trap, this time using the ladder. When an idea came to his mind, and he grabbed Regulus’ waist. Pulling him down until he let go of the ladder.
“Harry let me go !!” The so-called Harry burst out laughing, tightening his grip around Regulus as he was walking back, finding where the second trap under the boxes full of magical sweets was supposed to be. Finally he put the slytherin down and casted a Revelio to make appear the second trap, and opened it before, again, going down but this time using the ladder. Finally with his two feet on the ground, he realized it had been a while since the last time he had used this underground tunnel. And he had never seen it in the 70s.
“Lumos.” He heard Regulus whisper behind him. And that’s when it hit him. The realization that they were now completely alone. “How do you know this place ? It’s bloody amazing.” The slytherin said, looking around with his hand emitting light at its tip.
“I might have stolen the Marauder’s map.” He answered, smiling as Regulus stopped next to him. Moving his wand around and looking at the rock walls. They both knew really well who the marauders were.
“Is that so ? We should probably leave them a little gift then.” He then turned around, and looked at Harry with a little smirk on his face. And Harry looked back at him, thinking about how mean it would be to do anything that would force their brothers/his biological father to walk 2 hours for nothing. And then he sighed.
“Colloportus Fortissimi.”
“Welcome to the dark side Harry Potter.” The Black laughed as Harry turned around to look back at him.
“Oh shush.”
Afterward they started walking, but soon enough Harry started to realize where they were. Their proximity, how private this place was. How easy it would be to take the blue-eyed boy’s hand and interlace their finger. He let himself imagine, just for a second. How it would feel to hold this hand while Regulus was riding him, his pale skin flushed with desire and sweat, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he would moan his name and bounce or his co-
Regulus suddenly stopped, and for a moment Harry thought something was wrong, but that was until he heard the sound of a bag hitting the floor, and he was shoved against a wall, the slytherin pressed against him. So close. Oh so bloody close.
He felt his body temperature rise as he felt Regulus' hands on him, and he didn't wait before cupping his head between his hands, lifting his chin so they could look into each other’s eyes. The atmosphere was back, this feeling of eagerness, and yearning. The way he could feel his breath on his trembling lips, and these gracious hands sliding down his body over his clothes, his too-thick clothes he wanted to tear down so he could feel the freshness of these fingers on his burning skin. It was mesmerizing, just how the freezing stars and the burning sun could crash into each other so perfectly.
“Regulus…” He whispered, a plea, a claim. And Regulus smiled, the most beautiful smile he had even seen, wrinkling the side of his eyes and making him want. Just want, this smile pressed against his mouth.
Shivering, the slytherin got on his toes, trying to fill the distance between them caused by their height difference. And it was only a few millimeters away that Harry reached down, finally, finally pressing his lips on Regulus’.
The time might have stopped for a second, a minute, an hour, who knows? And Regulus lost control. His barriers, his defense, his walls. Everything turned to ashes. As he was burning. Burning from this simple contact. Set on fire by Harry. And Harry could feel it, he could feel this boy melt into his hands, his lips, his body. The way the hands on his hips were shaking. How his mouth felt like a fresh and soft breeze in summer.
Maybe it wasn’t perfect, maybe it wasn’t what we could see in movies. But it was there, it was them. It was so real.
Harry is the one who parted his lips, and Regulus followed him, letting the older boy guide him through this journey, this new discovery or a part of himself he had never let anybody see. And the chosen one shivered once more, at the feeling of this boy, no. This man. This man opening up to him, abandoning himself. Letting him do whatever he wanted. Because this boy knew he would never force him to do anything he didn’t want to, and it was going both ways.
It was beautiful, he was ethereal. And slowly, he slipped his tongue in his mouth, and stopped breathing when he heard the little noise Regulus made. He wanted to discover him, to love him, to eat him raw, to consume and take and take and give. Everything he had and everything he had not. More, he wanted more. The green-eyed boy’s hand moved from Regulus’ face to his shoulders. And he ignored the sound Regulus’ wand made when it fell down, the magic spell still producing some light. But who cared anyway ? Their eyes were closed. And this boy in front of him was panting helplessly in his mouth, that was all that mattered right now.
He gripped Regulus’ covered-by-clothes shoulders when he felt the little snake kiss him back with his tongue, and abandoned himself to him, or perhaps they were both abandoning themselves to each other. He really couldn’t care less. His head was empty, he couldn’t think anymore, he could just feel and shiver and cry and consume and love. Fucking love so much it was painful.
But then he felt the body pressed against him disappear, and he almost cried and this loss. Please come back. Please…
“Harry.” Slowly, he opened his eyes and tried to look at Regulus, his glasses were in a weird position, and he swore he could hear the both of them gasp for air. But still he wanted more, he wanted to be wrecked, he wanted so fucking much.
“Y-yes?” He looked at the blue-eyed boy, expectantly. As he seemed to grow more and more nervous. His magic filling the air and embracing Harry’s.
“I… I’ve never… Fuck.” He sighed, avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I want you so fucking bad, but I have no idea about what I am supposed to do.” And at that, Harry smiled, getting closer and pecking at his lips once more before looking at him in the eyes.
“Show me what you want, I’m not a professional, but I’ll guide you as far as you feel ready to go. How does it sounds little stars ?” All he wanted was the little Black to feel good, comfortable. They were together and there was nothing out there that could hurt them.
“That’s… That’s perfect.”
And for once, Harry was happy to be a legilimens.