KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU ⇒ jegulus one shots

THE WORST PRANK OF THE CENTURY

Requested by the lovely ReMuSlUpInWh0rE 😃💙

Breathing heavily, Regulus enters the Gryffindor quidditch dressing room. James is standing with his uniform half on, his hair wet from the shower he'd probably just had. "James,"

James whirls around, his wet hair stuck to his face. He smiles softly at the younger boy. "Hey, you,"

Regulus blushes softly. "Can we talk?" He stammers.

James furrows his eyebrows but nods firmly. "Course. What's on your mind?" He asks, tenderly. "You're doing alright, yeah? You look a bit paler than usual," He half smirks.

Regulus laughs dryly before deciding to just go for it. "I'm uh...." He trails. "Pregnant. James, I'm pregnant."

Pomfrey confirmed it this morning. Three months in. She had genuinely been a bit shocked that Regulus hadn't noticed until now but ultimately put it down to his general pettiness. His belly hadn't grown immensely but it was rather soft and pudgy, sticking out from his fragile frame noticeably.

There is a deafening silence. Regulus squeezes his eyes shut as he feels James' eyes travel over him. Regulus only opens them when he hears roars of laughter. He pops open his eyes quickly to see James almost doubled over with laughter.

"Oh, Reg! Jesus," James hollars. "God, you almost had me," He laughs. "Better luck next time!"

Regulus narrows his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Well, it's obviously not true, right? I mean, we use protection and  you're on the potion-"

"You think I'd lie about this?" Regulus bites. "Do you know how insulting that is-"

James shakes his head, tutting loudly. "I didn't mean you're a liar. I just mean that you're obviously not as good a prankster as me," He grins. "We're just kids, Regulus. There's no way you're up the duff, silly," He halts his laughter when he notices Regulus' grim expression. "Oh, c'mon! Don't get all sour with me," He huffs.

"I'm 'sour' because you're being a bloody prat," Regulus snaps, fists curling in on one another at his side. "You know what?! Fucking forget it," He puffs. "We're bloody finished and you can take your bloody secret hookups and shove it!"

James rolls his eyes, scoffing. "What is this supposed to be? Mood swings?" He laughs. "God, Regulus, you're really going all out for this. Bit much for a prank, mate," He smirks but his smirk falters as he takes a look at Regulus' distressed expression. "This is the worst prank of the century!" He howls with laughter.

James frowns. "For fuck sake, don't be so childish-" He starts but Regulus is already editing the dressing room.

"Up yours!" Regulus calls, his glum voice echoing, as he outstretches his middle finger to James without turning back to spare him one last glance.

Regulus hasn't spoken to James in five months. Five entire months without James Potter but he had made his decision. People have always said he was quite stubborn and Regulus had never believe it until now.

Until now, that he is sitting in Transfiguration with an aching belly and sharp pains hitting him every few minutes. He muffles a moan, trying to not let the Gryffindor head of house hear him. He squeezes his arms tightly around his belly, wrapping them in a vain attempt to hold off the agony. He's only at around eight months. This shouldn't be happening now.

"Mister Black," McGonagall starts. "Are you alright back there? Or are you not paying attention to my lesson?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Professor, c-can I go to the bathroom, p-please?" Regulus asks, feeling his belly drop further into a more tear dropped shape. He sucks in a breath. The baby was moving downwards. Oh shit, Regulus thinks, this is definitely labor.