KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU ⇒ jegulus one shots

REGULUS BLACK'S EYES AND WHAT THEY TELL JAMES POTTER

Sighing, James slowly begins to fold his quidditch uniform with a melancholy feeling. He won't be needing it for awhile and he isn't all too certain that he will be fitting in to it for much longer either.

He can't remember exactly what began his almost descend towards the ground, but James does however recall the blunt pain in his belly as the bludger had collided so brutally with his abdomen. Instantly, James had begun choking on his own breath as he tried to remain in air, somehow he successfully had remained in the air. But not before the Gryffindor couch had ordered him to the hospital wing.

It had been a freak accident. Fucking Slytherins.

But then Pomfrey had given him a sympathetic look and James' heart dropped as she told him to take a seat before she elaborated.

Two months. He's already been pregnant for two entire months and had never known. He'd flown for an entire eight weeks while a tiny baby was growing inside of him. He's already the worst mother in the world.

Thank god that bloody bludger hadn't damaged the growing baby.

James sighs even heavier this time as he closes his drawer and plops down to his bed, sitting on the edge, his head resting in his hands.

"Hey," The door opens, Sirius enters. "Any broken bones, Prongs?" He half jokes, his lips curved upwards in a small, genuine smile. "God, those evil little Slytherins, I can not believe we lost!"

James looks up, offering Sirius a forced grin. "They were the better team, Padfoot, it's fine, I'm fine, everything's fuckin' great," He grits.

Sirius frowns. "Hey, what's up with you? Is everything okay?" He wonders.

James nods. He sighs for what feels like the nineth time this evening. "I'm sorry, I'm fine, I'm just....I'm tired," He lies.

"Well, I have something that might cheer you up a bit," Sirius says. "Firstly, Moony has convinced the house elves to make you some hot chocolate and secondly, Regulus totally fumbled today on the pitch. Definitely his worst performance. Dearest mummy is not going to be pleased to know he isn't fucking great at everything," Sirius grumbles.

James briefly wonders whether this is to cheer him up or cheer Sirius up.

But then it hits him and every breath of air escapes his lungs.

Regulus.

Somehow, somehow, it hadn't even occurred to James how he ended up pregnant in the first place. Somehow he had forgotten to freak out over that specific part of this problem.

Oh Merlin. Oh fuck. Oh shit.

He can't do this.

He and Regulus, they're casual. James can't even think of Regulus' favorite color, but he can think of how firm his hands are. That is casual.

They don't know one another. They're strangers who spend some nights together and one of them always leaves before the morning arrives.

James knows how Regulus' eyes look when he's just about to kiss him but he can't think of one thing Regulus is genuinely interested in that doesn't include quidditch and house pride.

They're rivals. They're strangers. They're going to be parents.

They should be mortal enemies, James Potter and Regulus Black have one person in common and that is Sirius Black. James considers that they may now have two people in common, if the baby growing inside of James had any say in the matter.