For The @jegulus-microfic Prompt: Intent.

for the @jegulus-microfic prompt: intent.

“Potter,” Regulus calls down the empty hall.

“Fuck off, Regulus,” James says back without turning around.  He doesn’t even sound angry, just tired.

“James,” Regulus tries again, hoping his voice sounds softer in the hall than it does ringing in his own ears.

James turns around.

“You were right,” Regulus starts.  It’s easier than I was wrong.  “It wasn’t my intention-” he cuts himself off.  It doesn’t matter what he intended.  He knows exactly how ignoring James in front of everyone came off.  He tries again.  “I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry.  It doesn’t matter.  I don’t care who knows.”

James scoffs, but it doesn’t hide the hope in his eyes.  “Prove it,” he says.

“Kiss me?” Regulus asks, daring to take a few steps closer.

“Right here in the corridor?  Anyone could-”

“See us?  That’s the idea.  Dinner’s nearly over too.  Should be a good audience.”  Regulus says it lightly, as if a steady voice can disguise the fact that he’s nearly vibrating out of his skin.

It works, though.  James grins at him, a small thing at first that steadily grows until it lights up his whole face.  “You really mean it,” he says, and it’s not a question.

“I really, really do,” Regulus answers anyway, closing the remaining space between them.  When he’s close enough, he grabs James’ collar and pulls him in.  James is putty in his hands, bending to meet him with lips that were made to fit against his own.

Regulus doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing.  He doesn’t care.  He’s intent on never doing anything else.  That is, until he hears Sirius’ voice from the far end of the corridor.

“Prongs, what the fuck?”

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