Just some stories on Ao3, I wanna put in a book so u all can read them over and over again like a collection you know. ( So far lots of Jegulus (with a side note of Wolfstar)and Roskiller but there will be different stuff as we go on)
Cat got your tongue? by moonystarx (girl__almighty)
Summary : "Potter?" A voice interrupted him from his thoughts and of course, as the universe had nothing better to do than play tricks on him, Regulus Black stood in front of him with a look of shock on his elegant features. "What are you doing here?" James rolled his eyes, feeling anger bubbling up in his chest, which wasn't uncommon around Regulus. He quelled his temper, at least for now, and raised the tray at Regulus. He could only hope his face hadn't betrayed him and that he looked as bored as he was trying to appear. "Charity work, Regulus. Something you're very unfamiliar with, I'm sure." "Hm." Regulus hummed, grabbing a flute off of the tray and sipping lightly. "I would say spending any amount of time with you in a Potions classroom outside of class hours would be considered charity work. Wouldn't you?" He said quietly, keeping a cool, collected look on his face, and walked slowly away from James, leaving the other boy staring after him with a clenched jaw.
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(This is gonna be mostly Smutt, you've been warned)
James huffed and tugged on the itchy sleeve of his dress robes, grabbing another tray of drinks from the table in the small thrown-together kitchen, and weaving through the sea of bodies that crowded the small ballroom.
He was finally in the Slug Club - well, he was at the party...sort of. With Lily Evans - well, not with Lily Evans, but she was why he had taken the volunteer job of serving tiny hors d'oeuvres and flutes of shimmering liquid (which he had not slipped too much fire whiskey into, of course not) as soon as Slughorn had asked him. She had refused his many attempts at convincing her as to why he would have been a great date but being amongst the party with her, under Slughorn's cheerful insistence, would have to be enough.
He had been trudging out of the Potions classroom, confused and defeated after Regulus hadn't shown up to their tutoring session for the second week in a row when the professor had asked him.
He agreed almost begrudgingly, trying to hide how irritated he was. Not only had he royally screwed up the sleeping draught again and again, he was embarrassed to have waited and waited in the dungeons for Regulus Black, of all people. What had he even been waiting for? Had he been waiting for Regulus to make him feel stupid and incompetent; or for Regulus to say something rude and arrogant, maybe something under his breath in French, allow James to shove him against something and-
"Potter?" A voice interrupted him from his thoughts and of course, as the universe had nothing better to do than play tricks on him, Regulus Black stood in front of him with a look of shock on his elegant features. "What are you doing here?"
James rolled his eyes, feeling anger bubbling up in his chest, which wasn't uncommon around Regulus. He quelled his temper, at least for now, and raised the tray at Regulus. He could only hope his face hadn't betrayed him and that he looked as bored as he was trying to appear.
