If there were any words to describe who James Potter was, they would be absolutely and irrevocably straight. After all, he played and was Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, wrestled and got up to mischief with his friends, and had a notorious crush on Lily Evans.

James couldn't walk down a corridor without a girl batting her eyelashes at him. Any parties James attended meant he was swarmed with atleast fifteen girls. Boys hollered at him and were envious.

So why the hell was Regulus Black, his bestfriends younger brother and Ice Prince of Slytherin, making his brain melt? His eyes wandered constantly and Regulus was the first face he'd spot in a crowd of hundreds of other students.

They barely even spoke, except for trading jabs on the Quidditch Pitch. Regulus was the one person in the entire school that didn't fall at his feet. Which was frustrating because it only made the fact Sirius had forbade it under 'bro code' more obvious.

James stumbled over his words when he was too close to the Slytherin. He'd been woken up from more than one dream with Regulus starring. James was a mess but atleast no one seemed to notice anything different.

They all thought it was just Lily. James found himself both grateful for this fact and also inexplicably irritated. After all, it wasn't as if anyone could know about his feelings, so why did he want to yell it from the Astronomy tower?

It had the biggest impact on his Quidditch matches against Slytherin. He was too busy watching how Regulus glided like he was in water instead of the sky. The fact that no one was around to notice only made it worse.

James had been so caught up in his daze that he barely even realised how fast he'd been going. A glint of gold caught James’s eyes and he didn't even think before spinning around, almost crashing right into a particular Slytherin in the process. Shit.