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Girl Crush

James Potter x Regulus Black

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Angst/ Hurt no comfort

Summary: Regulus journals once again about a certain someone- someone he can’t seem to get his mind off no matter what he does. (Song fic!)

A/n: Hello, hello! I hope you enjoy this angsty fic that’s been sitting in my WIP for literal months. I did not originally intend for this to be a Jegulus fic, but when I was listening to this song (the Harry Styles cover) the other day, I suddenly became inspired. It’s sooooo post-Jegulus coded it hurts. This is also my first Jegulus fic so I hope it’s good! Lots of love <333

February 07, 1978

I've got a girl crush.

I hate to admit it but…I got a heart rush and it’s not slowing down.

It’s been 9 months since we broke up, and 3 since you got together with her. So you think I’d be over it all by now. But every time I see her, I feel my heart quicken. Not out of love, no. But of jealousy. My heart is green and my stomach aches from how it longs every time I see her- Lily Evans.

I wish I could say that I hate her, because rage is much more digestible. But I can’t. I can’t hate her, and I can’t hate you. There’s no one to blame but myself for everything.

I understand why you left.

I mean, I get it. There’s me…and then, well, there’s her. The Death Eater vs. a Flower. The choice is painfully obvious. And while you may be an idiot, you’re far from stupid. I know she’s the right choice, and I think you know it too. And that’s why

I got it real bad and want everything she has- that smile and that midnight laugh, she's givin' you now.

I can remember it clear as day, how Lily used to hate you. I remember when she’d deduct points for your uniform being messy, or scold you after another one of your many pranks. Anytime she looked your way, she’d roll her eyes a little and grimace. Anytime you were paired together for projects she’d groan and glare at the teacher. I remember it all too clearly. That’s why I also remember when everything started to change. When you came back this year, for your seventh year, you were different. More…grown up I suppose. Maybe it was the war…maybe it was our breakup…or maybe it was your parents getting sick…but you had changed. There was a little less pep in your step, less of your loud laughter in the hallways, and more solemnity in your eyes and tension in your posture. You became Head Boy, to everyone’s surprise, but to Lily’s the most. Maybe it was your sudden forced proximity, or your new maturity, or even the fact that you had become more handsome than the year before (not that I thought that was possible), that made her opinion change of you. Slowly, I watched how her scolding turned to teasing, her stares turned fond, and how she began to laugh at your jokes. Maybe it’s because I was once the recipient of your affection that I noticed your growing attraction to the redhead…how you could often be caught just staring at Lily for long periods of time, not saying anything (even though you love to talk), how you started carrying her books as you walked to class together, and how you waved proudly at her when she started coming to your quidditch games.

When you two finally got together, everyone was shocked. I mean, Lily had always hated your guts, and now she was dating you?

But not me. No, I only knew it was a matter of time.

Watching you two together is more painful than I thought. Every time I see you with her, talking to her, holding her hand, kissing her…I am painfully overcome with a sense of deja vu.

But while the memories are there, your physical presence is gone.

Admittedly, I wanna taste her lips.

Her strawberry, freckled lips, so irresistible, that when she breaks away from your lips, I watch as you chase after hers, hungry for more.

With as much time as you spend chasing them, I know they taste like you.

The mintyness, due to all the tic tacs you eat, always worried you have bad breath.

How they’re always slightly chapped, because you chew on your bottom lip when you’re focused.

The vanilla chapstick you use because you like the way it tastes.

When I catch you kissing at a Ravenclaw party one time, I can’t help but notice how totally enraptured by Lily Evans you are.

The loud, upbeat music blasts through the cacophony of voices. Everyone is sweaty as they dance to the music, and the sickly, sweet buzz of booze vibrates through the student body. Horny teens grind on one another and laugh. But not you. No, you’re clung to her waist, seeming to move in slow motion. Your head is buried in her neck, your brain clouded by the warm vanilla scent that clings to her being.

Oh how I’d kill for you to do that to me. I want to drown myself in a bottle of her perfume, so that maybe you will.

I want her long red hair…

Hair that, when your hands are in it, make it seem as if you’re playing with fire. I notice how when you twist her hair into a braid under an oak tree on the grounds, or tug her pigtails in a teasing way she sighs or laughs, reveling in your touch as you braid and unbraid, over and over, mesmerized.

I want her magic touch.

A touch that is so addicting to you, I assume you two are glued together, the way you’re always touching her. A hand around her waist as you eat in the Great Hall. Your fingers intertwined and hands swinging as you stroll down the hallway. Her hand on your thigh as she takes notes in class. The playful fighting in the common room. When you lay in her lap as she combs through your hair, your eyes closed in content.

Yeah, 'cause maybe then, you'd want me just as much. I've got a girl crush.

Everyday as I look in the mirror I pick at more parts of myself. I remember how you used to love me so much. My pale skin and dark curls. My constant glower. How my hands were always cold. Seeing myself is a painful reminder that you don’t love these things anymore. That you don’t love me anymore. And it makes me wanna rip myself apart limb by limb. I wanna replace each part of myself with Lily Evans, til you love me wholly again.

I don't get no sleep. I don't get no peace. Thinkin' about her, under your bed sheets.

I don’t sleep much now. For a multitude of reasons, but one of the biggest being I’m not falling asleep in your arms anymore. The bed feels cold without you and the nightmares come much more easily now that you’re not there to fight them off. It’s oddly quiet, far too much for my liking, without your soft snores filling the air or unconscious contented sighs.

And I’m kept awake too by the thought that you probably hold her tight at night now, wrapped in her embrace.

Do your bed sheets still smell like me? Or has her flowery scent taken over? Does she have cold hands that soothe your always warm body? Or soft touches that lull you quickly to sleep?

The way that she's whisperin’…The way that she's pullin' you in. Lord knows I've tried, I can't get her off my mind.

Maybe Hogwarts is a small school, or maybe it’s the fact that I see you everywhere, figments of what was, that makes me so consumed by thoughts of you and of Lily. I’m sure I spend more of my days thinking about the redhead than not at this point. It’s become an obsession.

I’m not surprised you fell for her. She’s magnetic. I see the way she draws you in. I can’t escape her force either. But her pull on me is so strong I feel I could merge with her and become one.

I wanna taste her lips, 'cause they taste like you. I wanna drown myself in a bottle of her perfume. I want her long red hair. I want her magic touch. Yeah, 'cause maybe then you'd want me just as much.

Oh James Potter, how badly I want you.

Oh Lily Evans, how badly I want to be you.

I've got a girl crush. I hate to admit it but, I got a heart rush and it’s not slowin' down.

#marauders fanfiction #james potter x regulus black #jegulus #marauders fandom #the marauders era #james potter

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In the Evenings

James Potter x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 791

CW: None besides tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Evenings with James, particularly after a bad day

A/n: Howdy :) Here's a short little blurb today about our lovely Jamie. This is 100% self-indulgent because it's already been a long ass week and I want nothing more than to be cuddled by James Potter

James Potter’s favorite part of the day is going home. Sure, he loves his work and getting to see his friends during lunch, but as they always say, home is where the heart is. And James’ heart is with his beautiful, wonderful partner, who, always arriving home from work shortly before he does, awaits his arrival anxiously. Though he may be teased by Sirius, Peter, and Remus for being whipped, James is never sorry for the quick goodbyes as he rushes to the floo to return home. All he wants to do is hug and kiss you. To intertwine legs at the kitchen table while you share your days over dinner. He imagines the steam that fills the bathroom due to your hot showers, and how he’ll brush his teeth for a solid ten minutes, just to hear you sing along to the music playing on the tiny, portable radio. He hopes to lay in bed and watch as you move through your extensive skin care routine, and scold him for not doing the same. He’ll hold your hips as you straddle him and smear a series of lotions and serums across his face. And as the night comes to a close, the two of you will lay face to face, inches apart, minty breaths mixing as you share secrets like little kids at a sleepover. When your voice begins to soften, and your pretty little eyelashes start to flutter close, he’ll pull you close, wrapped into his arms and kiss your forehead. In your dreamful sleep you will sigh softly in content, and he hopes things will never change.

So like any other day, as soon as the clock on his desk flips to five, his paperwork is shuffled into a semi-neat pile, his wand is waved once to rearrange his unorderly desk, and James takes long strides past his coworkers to the floo network. Taking a sizable pinch of floo powder, he throws it into the crackling fire and gives directions to return to his cozy cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It is a whir of flames and momentary heat, before James stumbles out of the fireplace into his own home. He wipes his slightly sooty shoes on the rug before the hearth, remembering your many reprimands about dirtying the “precious” carpet.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out dramatically.

But instead of being met with a laugh or an excited exclamation of his name, he is met with silence. The kitchen too is quiet and empty, with the delightful smell usually wafting from the stove noticeably missing. He assumes that perhaps you arrived home late, and are merely upstairs changing, and didn’t hear him. But as he climbs the stairs to your shared bedroom, the hall is dark, except for the soft daylight shining through the windows. He calls your name but receives no response.

It is so quiet he almost misses it, but from his bedroom James faintly hears what sounds like a groan. Walking into his bedroom he finally finds you, his missing partner, sprawled across your shared bed face down. Noticeably, you are still in your work clothes, and your shoes are not far from your dangling feet, making him think that you instantly flopped into bed on your arrival home.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you groan.

“Didn’t know you could sleep talk” he jests. Sitting down on the bed beside you, he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I do now” you mumble.

Gently James grabs you by the shoulders and flips you over on your back so that he can look at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut and grumble, “whattttt?”

“Darling, what’s wrong.”

You sigh and slowly sit up, “Really long, terrible day.”

“Awe baby I’m sorry” James sighs. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

You pout your lower lip, “cuddles?”

The raven-haired boy quickly scoops you up into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. He persistently peppers your face with kisses, urging a small giggle out of you.

“There’s that smile,” James grins. ��Wanna talk about what happened?”

“Ugh, not really. It was just one of those days where everything goes wrong y’know?”

He strokes some of your stray hairs out of your face as he nods. “Well, now the day is over and you’re back here with me. So why don’t we just relax. I’ll phone in some pizza and we can take a nice, warm bath hmm? Watch your favorite movie too?”

“(Your fav movie)?” You ask, perking up.

James lets out a low laugh, “Of course, just for you darling.”

You give him a happy peck on the lips and then snuggle deeper into his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhmm.”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #the marauders era

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The Hufflepuff Code

James Potter x gn!Hufflepuff!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Use and discussion of weed, mentions of alcohol, light kissing, reader under the influence of weed, mentions of food and eating

Summary: You have a secret.... Or, at least, your Hogwarts house, Hufflepuff, does, and you can't tell your Gryffindor boyfriend James. Only problem is, your boyfriend is very charming and has an inclination for mischief. What could go wrong?

A/n: Hiiiii, I hope you enjoy! This work is vaguely based off the Harry Potter discourse on TikTok a few months ago, about what parties would be like in each Hogwarts house! Please don't take offense if you're a Gryffindor lol, I love them. Also, until I find a fancast for James Potter that I like (I imagine him as desi), I will be using ATJ.

Going to Hogwarts requires a lot of studying….something you are trying to do but failing, because a pair of hazel eyes can’t help but bore into your face. You double down into your books to avoid your boyfriend’s gaze, but his intensity only increases. He shifts from mute staring to pokes and silent whispers of your name.

Finally, you snap your head up and look at him, “what?!” You whisper.

“Just missed you s’all,” James says sheepishly.

Your heart can’t help but melt a little, “sweetheart, I’m right here.”

“Yeah but you’re studying and not paying attention to me.” He whines.

“Well, I did invite you to the library to study, not snog or make small-talk.”

James eyes light up, “oh that sounds like so much more fun. We should do that instead.”

“Sorry Jamie, as much as I’d love to, I can’t. Gotta study.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically, “fine. But I expect your full, undivided attention later.”

You cringe a little and guiltily avoid his sweet, beautiful face. “I-I’m sorry I can’t hang out later.”

“Baby,” he says rather loudly.

You shush him a little and grab his hands in apology, “I’m sorry, I made plans earlier this week.”

The brunette pouts at you and shakes his head, his mop of curls falling into his eyes as he does so, “with who?”

“My friends-“

“Friends? What friends?!” Your boyfriends protests.

You glare at him a little.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, “I just mean, what friends could you possibly be hanging out with instead of me? I mean, I’m the bestest friend.”

You kiss one of his hands intertwined with yours, “I know, sweetheart, you are. But I need a little non-boyfriend-friend-time sometimes, you know?”

“Well-uh I can pretend to not be your boyfriend for a night,” he disagrees, “I can gossip and, do whatever your friends do.”

You chuckle a little, “I know you can, and honestly, I’m sure they will be happy to have you in the future. But that’s not the type of hangout we’re having.”

“Okay, so then what are you doing?”

“Burying bodies, holding seances, the likes,” you tease, trying to avoid a serious answer.

James just glares at you, not impressed by your jokes.

“Sweetheart, don’t be mad,” you plead, bringing out your puppy dog eyes, “promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he answers, dismissively waving his hand. “That I’m not concerned about anymore. What I really wanna know is what you’re getting up to tonight,” he says, quirking an eyebrow.

You’re pretty sure his eyes peer into your soul, trying to unleash all your secrets. It makes you shiver and look down at your paper.

“Oh you know, typical Hufflepuff things.”

“Hmmm?” He asks, shifting closer to you. “Like what?”

“Uhhh eating food, potting plants, being loyal.” You mumble out.

He gets closer and lifts your chin to make you look at him. James, the bastard, knows the effect he has on you. Teasing you with your closeness, knowing his cologne drives you crazy, his eyes make you melt, and his lips leave you defenseless. He licks his lip a little and you slightly groan.

“So you’d rather pot plants than spend time with me?” James asks quietly.

Words leave you at this moment and you only stutter a little. You try to lean in for a kiss, the tension unbearable, but he pulls back. “Nuh-uh.”

“You don’t get a kiss for lying.”

You whine a little. “I’m not lying, I’m just concealing some of the truth.”

“Why, love? Do you not trust me?”

Your face softens, noticing the slight sadness in his voice. You grab his face and brush his dark curls away from his eyes.

“No Jamie. It’s not that, it’s just- well it really is sort of a Hufflepuff thing. A code of conduct, you know?”

He furrows his brows, “uhh, not really, no.”

“Well, I’m sure Gryffindor has some traditions, right?”

James shakes his head, “well it’s sorta the same thing for Hufflepuff, just more secret.”

“But I won’t tell anyone” your boyfriend says softly, kissing your hand, “promise.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s not that I can’t tell you, it’s well, I can’t tell-“ you hesitate.

“Who?”

“Gryffindors,” you say, quietly.

Confusion clouds his pretty face, “what d’you mean you can’t tell Gryffindors?”

You cringe and pull away, “I’ve said too much already, sweetheart. Sorry, house loyalty.”

He scoffs, “what about loyalty to me?”

“Don’t do that,” you tsk, “it’s really not that serious. Just silly house traditions, a little bit of rivalry, yeah?”

“Well then if it’s not that serious, just tell me,” he counters.

You groan. He’s really not gonna give this up.

“Fine,” you mumble. “Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.”

You gather your books and motion for him to follow. He stands up obediently and packs up his things before taking yours from you. As you walk down the halls, you find an empty classroom and push the two of you inside.

“You know if you wanted to get me alone, you could’ve just asked,” he teases.

You roll your eyes and slap his shoulder playfully, “pervert…just wanting to get in my pants.”

“Can’t help it when you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You hum in content and lean into the kiss, holding onto his arms gently.

“Could keep you here all night,” he sighs against your lips, as his warm hands wrap around your waist.

You huff in disappointment and pull away a little, “you know you can’t Jamie baby.”

“Worth a shot.” He sits down on a desk and spreads his legs a little, letting you stand between them, “so if I can’t convince you to skip this tradition, then tell me what it is at least. And why can’t Gryffindors know?”

You sigh a little, “okay, don’t get mad, because I didn’t decide this, remember, it’s tradition.”

James pauses and then shakes his head for you to continue.

“So, basically, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw have this arrangement to have three annual parties. One hosted by Hufflepuff, one by Slytherin, and one by Ravenclaw.”

“And why not Gryffindors?”

You wrinkle your nose in awkwardness, “well…cause the other houses don’t really like Gryffindor all that much.” Before James can protest you add, “it’s not that we don’t like Gryffindors at all, it’s just, we don’t like when you’re all together. On your own or in small groups you’re fine. But in large party settings you guys get loud, and stupid, and well…..annoying. And, the other three houses got sick of it, so they decided to start hosting a few no-Gryffindor-allowed parties every year.”

James simply stares at you in silence. “And this has been going on for how long?”

“Uh, 20 years at least,” you say.

The boy’s mouth drops, “and no Gryffindor has ever found out?!”

“Not really, no. We keep it super secret.”

James scoffs, “I mean, well that’s sort of ridiculous don’t you think? Hosting secret parties just to keep us out?”

“Look,” you say gently, grabbing his knee, “I didn’t say I agree or disagree. It’s just tradition. And well, I’m not gonna be the one to break it.”

“So what do you even do at these ‘parties’?” he asks with a huff.

“Well Ravenclaw hosts the first, in the Fall, a sort of poker, gambling game night, but with lots of booze. Very classy actually, typical Ravenclaw. And Slytherin hosts next, right before Christmas. It’s a sort of Christmas, bougie, boozie party. Very swanky and jazzy. And Hufflepuff, well, that’s the crowd favorite. Held in second term.”

The brunette raises his eyebrows in curiosity.

“Basically we get a shit load of weed from our secret plant stash, and everyone gets high and eats food. We like, raid the kitchens before hand.”

“WHAT?!” James almost shouts.

You put your hand over his mouth to quiet him. “Shhh, people could hear.”

He takes your hand off. “Hufflepuff has a secret drug stash?! And you hide it from us?!”

“I mean, why do you think we’re so happy all the time?” you say, laughing a little.

“So you-but.”

Your boyfriend’s brain seems to malfunction, “damn, Hufflepuffs are druggies? My partner is a druggie?”

You let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t say druggie…just…plant-positive.”

“So…there. That’s my secret. But you can’t tell anyone. I have my dignity to uphold.” You warn.

“Can I at least come?!”

“No! I’m not even supposed to tell you. Let alone bring you!”

“But-“

“No. Im sorry James, I don’t make the rules.”

“But I wanna get high…and see you high.”

“Well, another time.”

Your tone was final, but James did not take it as such. Instead, he became more determined to find his way in to this mysterious party.

*****

After making James promise to not impose, you left him behind in the classroom with a kiss and a lot of regret. On one hand, you had just broken so many Hufflepuff rules… if anyone were to find out, you’d be shunned for sure. On the other hand, you also felt incredibly guilty for leaving James out. Your sweet boy with his soft eyes and kind smile… but also his loud personality and pranks. You knew he’d never mean any harm, but the likes of him at this sort of party would not be welcome. He’s the definition of Gryffindor. And of course you love him for it, but you’re not sure your peers would.

Back in your dorm, you throw your books down on your desk and then plop onto your bed.

“Long day?” Your friend Emmeline asks.

You groan, “terribly.”

“Good thing we have a chill night ahead of us,” she reminds you, plopping down next to you on your bed.

“Touché Emmy. I’m very ready for an edible and a bag of flaming hot Cheetos.”

“Mhmmm, and those chocolate chip cookies from the kitchens?”

We both sigh in content.

I can feel her staring at me. “Something’s wrong…”

You turn on your side and look at her, “yeah… I just, well, told James I couldn’t hang with him tonight because I had plans and I feel sorta bad… being all secretive you know? We don’t keep secrets.”

She hums in acknowledgement, “hmmm yeah, I get that. But I mean, it’s not like a bad secret y’know? Just tradition.”

“Which is what I told him but still..”

“You didn’t tell him, did you?” She asks, slight mortification on her face.

“No, course not,” you lie, turning back on your back. “Hufflepuff code n’all. Just hard having a Gryffindor boyfriend.”

“Yeah, babe, I know. But you only gotta lie a few times a year, he’ll never know the difference, yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m overthinking this, I know.”

“Indeed,” the brunette answers, shoving your shoulders lightly. “Now come on, lighten up, we’ve got a fun night ahead of us.”

You smile and sit up, “yes you’re right.”

“Now, I know the vibe is obviously cozy, but I still wanna look cute y’know? What should I wear?”

You hop up and walk over to her closet. “Oh babe, you gotta do your yellow Hufflepuff sweatshirt. With your brown curls and pale skin, you look like freaking Belle from that muggle movie.”

She gasps, “a whole princess?! Wow, I’m flattered. And what about pants?”

“Leggings maybe? Something that makes your ass look good?”

“Take me to dinner first!” She squeals.

You laugh a little and wink, “sorry baby can’t help it.”

Her shoulder length curls bounce a little as she shakes her head at you.

You go into your own trunk as you strip off your school uniform and instead opt for black pajama pants and one of James’ t-shirts that has some muggle band on it. It still smells faintly of him and your heart aches a little at leaving him behind. You brush it off, though, when your other two roommates come in the room, grocery bags in hand.

“We’ve got the goods!” Amelia and Trinity cheer.

“My hot Cheetos?” You ask.

“Course,” Trinity answers, rolling their brown eyes, “this isn’t our first rodeo.”

You squeal and peck them on the cheek before giving Amelia a hug too.

“You guys are my favorite, you know that?”

“Better be,” Amelia huffs. “Otherwise we’d have words.”

You all excitedly chatter as you go through the groceries and get ready for the party.

Trinity ends up in Ravenclaw blue, which looks fantastic against their dark brown skin.

“Trying to impress anyone?” Emmy asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Hmmm, maybe a certain Pandora Lovegood?” Amelia quips.

Trinity tries to hide a smile but can’t, “duh! She’s just so cute, especially when she’s high.”

“And Amelia? Trying to impress anyone?” You ask, scanning her dark gray sweater and black leggings.

“Nope!” She says, popping the p, “only here for me, myself, and I.”

You force everyone to gather on your bed and hold up your disposable camera, “smile everyone!”

You take a few photos, cute and silly, and then wander down to the common space.

The common room remains mostly the same, besides a few added bean bags and blankets for comfort.

A low, quiet base thumps in the background as people from all three houses lounge around. Amos Diggory, a seventh year, sits at the contraband table.

“What can I do for you folks tonight?” He asks.

Emmeline asks for a blunt, Trinity and I take an edible and Amelia shakes her head, motioning to her pen instead. We crash on the carpet, waiting for the weed to kick in. Everyone around us is laughing, chatting, and snacking, at different levels of gone.

When Pandora walks in, Trinity waves and motions her over. She’s followed by a few of her friends, including Regulus, Rosier, and Crouch.

“Baby Black?!” You cheer.

He rolls his eyes as he sits down next to you. “I thought I told you not to call me that?”

You shrug your shoulders and pat his cheek, “yeah, but I chose to ignore you. I love how cute you get when you pout.”

He can’t help but blush a little and he softens. You have a way with that boy, and he with you. Surprisingly, you are very close friends.

You turn and nod in acknowledgment to the other two, “Rosier, Junior. How’s it going?”

“Better once I’m high” Barty answers. He turns to his friends, “what do you want?”

They tell him and he stalks over, giving Amos a glare while he’s at it.

“Always the delight he is,” Amelia teases. Her eyes are a little heavy, telling me the pen is already working.

“So, Black? What brooding have you been up to recently?” Emmeline jokes.

You swat her arm and can’t help but giggle, maybe a little too hard. “Be nice.”

“Oh you know, just planning your demise” he answers with a smirk.

“I’m the subject of your brooding?” Emmy fake swoons, “I feel honored.”

You laugh again and hug Regulus around the neck, “am I ever the subject of your broodings?”

He looks at you with a small smile, “course. I think about killing you once a week.”

You gasp in fake offense and stick out your tongue. Barty, who’s back with the weed, hands Regulus a blunt. He takes it between his fingers and inhales. Then he looks at you and rolls his eyes again.

*****

James Potter is usually good at keeping promises. However, he’s even better at making mischief. So despite his promise to you to not come to the party, he finds himself a little while later outside the Hufflepuff dorms, albeit hidden under the invisibility cloak. From outside, the hallway is quiet. Any passerby would be oblivious to the party going on within- must be a silencing charm. Unsure how to get into the common room, realizing you hadn’t told him before, he waits outside for someone to, unknowingly, open it for him. He, luckily, doesn’t have to wait long, as two unsuspecting Slytherins stroll past him and up to the barrels sitting outside. In quick succession one pulls out their wand and quickly taps it across the barrels. The brown barrels jump apart, revealing a door. As the two walk in, James closely follows behind, assuring he doesn’t remain locked out.

Though you briefly explained the parties to James, his imagination far underestimated the reality. When you said all three houses went to these parties, you weren’t kidding. The place was packed, with every 4th year up from all three houses lounging around the badger den. The room was thick with smoke and reeked of marijuana. Students were everywhere, standing, lounging, laughing, eating, and even sleeping. Music played in the background, but no one was dancing, seemingly too high to really notice it. He scanned the room and found you in the thick of it all, seated on the carpet by the fireplace. You were with your dorm mates, Emmeline Vance, Amelia Bones, and Trinity Taylor, and also a few Slytherins. He recognized them all actually, one being Sirius’ little brother, who he knew you were actually good friends with. Also Rosier and Crouch, who he wasn’t as fond of, and Pandora, the one Ravenclaw he sorta knew.

Still hidden under his cloak, he weaves through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone, afraid of getting caught. He throws himself into a corner by the fireplace, listening in on your conversation.

“But Reggie, you’d look so cute with dyed hair!”

The Black boy scoffs at you, “yeah right. What should I go for, bright pink?!”

Your eyes light up as you giggle, “yes! And I’d start calling you baby…. pink? Instead of baby black, cuz you know-“ you giggle again, “your hair would be pink!”

Your words sort of slur together, not that you realize it, and so Regulus only nods, himself also struggling to comprehend what’s happening.

“Wait, I think I have some dye, let me go get it!”

“Wait-“ Regulus calls out but you’ve already gotten up.

James’ heart jumps as you come closer to him, weaving through the crowd on the carpet…

*****

As you stumble towards the stairs of your dorm you freeze. You could’ve sworn you smelt... James’ cologne…..

You shift backwards a little and sniff again. Sure enough, his fancy cologne, one you love but always tease him about, permeates the air. Either you’re really high or….

You suddenly fling your hand outwards to the left. Though there is nothing next to you, you make hard contact with something in the air, and hear a small “oof” from next to you.

A chill runs down your spine and out of the corner of your mouth you mumble, “James. My. Room. Now.”

You don’t bother to hear an answer, knowing he’ll follow you like a lost puppy.

When you’re in your room you shut the door firmly behind you and whip around “James- what the hell.”

Your boyfriend appears before you, taking off the invisibility cloak sheepishly. “Hey, baby.”

“Don’t fucking hey baby me. What are you doing here?” You slur together.

“Uh, missed you?” He says hesitantly.

Your nose flares and you stalk towards him. “You. Fucking. Missed. Me?!” Each word is punctuated with a smack to his chest.

You don’t realize in your unsober state how hard you’re hitting him or how loud you’re talking. He tries to minimize his flinches as he grabs your hands and holds them together.

“Love I-“

“What? Wanted to risk me getting shunned?! Jamie I asked you not to come! I trusted you!!”

“I know lovie. I’m sorry, I just got jealous… and curious. It’s no excuse I know but…”

You huff and throw your head in your hands. It’s spinning for more than one reason, and the weed keeps you from thinking clearly.

“We’ll talk later. You, just stay here with your cloak, yeah?”

He sighs and nods.

His sad puppy dog eyes get to you and you soften a little, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

You then walk towards the door and open it, only to find the whole of Hufflepuff standing outside your door, staring in shock.

“You, you broke tradition!” Amos Diggory yells, pointing at James.

“I- well- shit” you mutter.

“This is like, breaking the law,” another Hufflepuff argues.

You feel tears prick at your eyes, “I’m sorry guys I- uh.”

“Wait,” your boyfriend says.

Everyone goes quiet.

“It’s not their fault, honest.”

No one seems to believe him.

“Look, I got suspicious of what they’re up to, so I followed them, with my invisibility cloak on. Swear!” He even holds up the cloak, demonstrating its invisibility.

Everyone gasps, “no way, that’s fucking sick.”

“Please don’t punish them because I’m stupid and nosy! Please!” He pleads.

Diggory turns to the head prefects of the other two houses and quietly confer. After a few minutes of quiet whispers, Diggory turns back.

“Fine, fine, you’re off the hook,” he says to you.

“And as to you Potter, well, I guess you’re officially inducted into our little secret now. We can’t have you going around spilling. And I swear, if you tell any one of your little Gryffindor friends, all three houses will rain hell. Understood?”

Even you turn to James and raise your eyebrows. He really does feel a little threatened and nods. “Uh, yeah. Course.”

Diggory claps his hands together, “great! Well then, get Potter some weed.”

As everyone files out, James turns and looks at you nervously.

“Well?”

“You heard the man, let’s go get you some weed.”

“Okay, just- wait.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you flush into his chest.

He kisses you deeply, “love you, baby.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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