Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter. This is the second of two stories for my second bingo line fill for the B-Card for the monthly Froday challenge for May 2022. This one is for the seventh prompt, buzzing to which the electric razors popped into my head even though Sirius wouldn't be using one.

Shaved Not

He wanted to shave.

Somewhere in the back of his mind was this notion that he'd seen some of the other Slytherin boys in need of a shave at times yet never noticed any of his fellow Slytherin shaving except for that one time he walked in on one of the older ones in the bathroom muttering about how one of the teacher's had complained that he wasn't cleanly shaven which was outside of his particular scope of understanding.

And then—

He found himself watching Sirius shave over the summer.

More specifically, Regulus had seen the stubble on Sirius' chin and, out of curiosity about what it felt like, reached out to poke Sirius in the chin as his brother brushed his teeth. This, of course, earned him a glare from Sirius, who spoke with his mouth filled with toothpaste. " What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?"

"What does what feel like?"

To which Regulus ran a finger across Sirius' chin rather than simply poking, a frown erupting on his face. The stubble wasn't soft like his brother's hair was.

"Hey!" Sirius reached out, grabbing Regulus' hand painfully. "Don't do that!" He paused, toothbrush in mouth, staring as Regulus stared back. He then let go and lifted his hand to grab Regulus' chin gently, then rubbed his fingers. "How would you like me to do something similar, Reg?"

"Hey, that tickles." Regulus ignored the question, smiling—which, it was rare that he smiled anymore, let alone interacted with Sirius. He poked Sirius again because he simply couldn't help it, and Sirius had been so clean-shaven at Hogwarts. "And I've not seen it before."

Sirius sighed, pushing Regulus' finger aside. "And have one more thing for the old hag to get on my case about?"

"What do you mean?" Regulus asked.

"Walburga Black would not be pleased to hear I walked around Hogwarts with stubble on my chin," Sirius clarified, pulling out a device that—

When Regulus reached for it, Sirius swatted his hand away and glared at him.

"Don't do that!"

"Why?"

"You might get hurt, idiot!" Sirius lowered the device. "Don't you shave?"

To which Regulus stared. "Why?"

"I mean, don't you?" Sirius gave him a strange look, and Regulus simply looked back. "Aren't you older than I was when I first started shaving?"

"I am?"

Sirius stared. "You've really not started shaving yet, Reggie?"

"No."

"You're such a baby."

"I am not!"

Sirius shook his head and started the process, with Regulus watching every step. And, of course, Sirius had to slap his hand away more than once. "Don't do that!"

He headed down the stairs after Sirius finished and sat down to breakfast with their parents, where he fidgeted, which led to Walburga saying, "Regulus, stop fidgeting already! I normally expect better of you."

Which, of course, brought a snicker from Sirius, which got his older brother snapped at while Orion looked up. "Question, Regulus?"

"Were you younger than me when you started shaving?" Regulus said, and then he looked down at his breakfast in embarrassment. The way his mother had looked at Orion in shock—something felt off. And Sirius snickered again.

"Yes," Orion said, lowering his paper. "You've not started yet, Regulus?"

"Sirius has," Regulus muttered, poking his food. "It's a big deal, isn't it?"

"Of course not," his mother said in that way she always did to soothe him, but the way Sirius snickered.

He didn't believe her.

And then—

"Could one of you please tell Reggie not to poke me while I'm shaving?"

"He's just curious, Sirius. Can you blame him?" Walburga muttered.

Orion sighed. "Regulus, you shouldn't poke your brother even if you're curious. He might accidentally hurt you."

"More like hurt him on purpose," Walburga snapped.

"I would not! And really, Reggie. Getting hurt when you yourself shave is embarrassing enough, but getting hurt when someone else is shaving? Yeah. Just, don't."

"Don't worry," Orion said. "You'll be able to shave eventually. It's part of growing up and becoming a man."

If that were the case, he never became a man, as facial hair was never an issue, but wanting to shave—he still wanted to.