He could just go up to him; make him at least acknowledge what they had.
He was just sitting there, talking and laughing with his friends; Regulus didn't care what they thought of him, so why should this be so difficult?
He could just walk up to them, get James to admit that they were sleeping together; that they were-
"Lily!" Regulus watched in horror as James jumped up from his seat as soon as he saw the red-head, bounding over to her and wrapping her in his arms.
Catcalls erupted from the Gryffindor table as James pecked her softly on the lips. It was gentle – safe; nothing like the burning passion that they had together.
And still James chose her over him? Even after she'd rejected him for years now? Regulus would have never put him through that.
He would never disregard his feelings his feelings; treat them as irrelevant and unimportant like she had; never treat them as if they were a joke.
They sat down together, looking so happy. Regulus felt sick.
It wasn't fair.
Was he really so easy to throw away?
How was Evans better than him?
But still, James had given her his heart.