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Summer at the Potter house was full of fun and laughter. Regulus loved that the most. He liked to sit in a little chair with a cup of tea and a book while Sirius and James yelled at each other about who was better at quidditch. Remus would sit next to him and talk about how he hated quidditch and comment on the muggle book Regulus would be reading.
But it was different today, because Regulus was asked to join in on their little quidditch match because Peter was there and Remus refused to play teams. Usually Fleamont would, but they wanted Regulus to. Regulus could never say no when both Sirius and James were asking something of him. So of course he agreed.
Regulus was put on a team with Sirius because he didn’t know Peter well enough to be teammates with him and James and Peter were practically raised together. It made it fair. Except Sirius was under the impression he should be the captain, and that frustrated Regulus. Regulus was better at quidditch than Sirius, it was a known fact.
They were doing a stupid play and Regulus knew that they would lose, but he let it fly. Of course he did. Because his favorite thing about being at the Potters was seeing everyone happy. Watching Sirius lose happily was a new thing for Regulus. But after losing four times in a row, Regulus was getting tired of losing. James was getting cocky.
Regulus needed to show James that he was better than him. Because he was. So he made a plan in his head. If Sirius wasn’t going to let him take charge of the play, then Regulus was going to have to play dirty to make goals. Because James wasn’t letting the quaffle through. But Regulus could work around that.
When the match started Regulus took off straight and caught the quaffle. Peter was actually a very good flier, Regulus thought he should be on the team. But Peter never tried out so regulus wouldn’t push the boy. He didn’t want more competition for Slytherin.
Regulus flew at the goals dodging Peter until Sirius could distract the boy. When Peter was off of him, Regulus set his plan into action. He got ready to throw the quaffe and James got ready to block it.
“I’ve never noticed how hot you look on a broom, I wonder if you could ride me that well,” Regulus commented looking directly at James with a quirked eyebrow.
James fumbled on his broom and Regulus through the quaffle, earning the first point of their match. Regulus smirked at James before flying over to Sirius to continue the game. James still seemed very distracted when Sirius made the next goal. Regulus couldn’t help but feel pride from that. Maybe it was the Slytherin in him, but he was quite enjoying this.
“James! Get your head in the game! What are you doing?” Peter called watching James stutter in his flying when Regulus winked at him.
“Sorry, guess I’m just distracted!” James called back.
Regulus got a hold of the quaffle and began flying to the goal, where peter was now blocking the rings. James was on him in a second. Sirius was getting into a position for Regulus to throw the quaffle so he could make a goal.
“I think I was wrong before, I don’t want you to ride me. I think I want to ride you. The buff chaser arms are doing something for me, if you catch my drift,” Regulus teased before throwing the quaffle at Sirius.
“I- you could,” James muttered weakly.
“Jamie, I could do whatever I wanted with you and you would thank me,” Regulus flirted flying a bit closer to James.
“Yes,” James nodded.
Regulus laughed and flew back to the center of the field, because Sirius just scored a goal.
Sirius was confused by the turn around of the game. Regulus could tell because he kept shooting concerned glances at James, who was struggling to not fall of his broom as he flew past Regulus.
“Should we call it? James seems kinda out of it,” Sirius asked.
“We’re winning though?” Regulus responded.
“Well yes, but I don’t want to keep playing if James could ger hurt. I’m worried. He was kicking our asses not even thirty minutes ago. What happened?” Sirius muttered more to himself than to Regulus.
“I may have said something to him,” Regulus offered, with no explanation.
“What did you say?” Sirius demanded, flying close to Regulus.
“You don’t wanna know,” Regulus answered honestly. Because his big brother definitely did not want to know that he had been flirting with his best friend. Definitely didn’t want to know that Regulus meant it.
“Why not? Was it cruel? I though you were changing? What is wrong with you? Just soyou could win-” Sirius rambled.
“No! It was not cruel. For your information I told him that I would like to ride his dick because he has sexy chaser arms. I didn’t think my big brother would want to hear that,” Regulus interrupted.
“WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” Sirius exclaimed.
“It was true and now we’re winning. He won’t fall of his broom. Lets win so he might actually let me do it,” regulus said then flew to the center of the pitch.
Sirius grumbled as he followed but didn’t stop the match. He even let Regulus fly right up to James in the match. Maybe Sirius actually did want to win. Because he was actively letting Regulus flirt with James, Sirius’ best friend of all time.
“You have a very kissable face. And neck. And everything. I think I could just eat you. Would that be okay Jamie? Could I eat you?” Regulus asked about to throw the quaffle.
“YOU ARE SUCH A CHEATER!” Peter exclaimed from behind Regulus.
“Whatever do you mean, Pettigrew? Me? I would never cheat!” Regulus exclaimed lamely.
“You so are! You can’t flirt with the competition! That is against the rules! That’s why we’re losing,” Peter retorted.
“Oh but Jamie doesn’t mind. Do you Jamie?” Regulus turned to James, fluttering his eyelashes as slowly and innocently as he could.
“Well it depends, did you mean it?” James inquired.
“Of course I did. In fact I was hoping we could make good on the plans at the end of this match,” Regulus answered.
“Yeah no complaints from me,” James nodded eagerly to Peter.
“This is unbelievable! I hate you guys! This is why Remus doesn’t like to play!” Peter exclaimed.
“I actually think remus would love flirty quidditch,” Sirius commented.
Regulus flew close to James and smirked at him, knowing he was going to win this game because James was a flustered mess without Regulus saying anything.
He would win even more after the game too.
Sometimes cheating was actaully a good thing.