#regulus might or might not have been paying attention in class and he is a fan of history of magic but he LOATHES binns big time

[loserboyfriendrjl]

jegulily in a library ?? fluff or angst or both idm

"i'm just saying, the gargoyle strike is something that people think it's both unimportant and worthy of knowing, and i could not tell you, for the life of me, which one of the crowds is right!" lily sighed, throwing her history of magic book on the table. "it's a fascinating subject, really, we studied it last year. however i don't think an essay the size of my bloody leg is needed on it."

"my point exactly!" remus exclaimed, letting his head hit the table with a faint thump. "haven't we read about it in class? is it really needed to write essays on it?"

"hello, starshines!" james exclaimed, coming in a light jog towards them, still in his quidditch uniform. "mind if i stop by at the loo and come back to you after? we've just had practice, and i don't know if you'd like me sitting down next to you right now." he laughed. "i needa change."

"by all means," regulus started, showing him towards the small bathroom next to the restricted section, "go and never come back."

"a sweetheart you are, reg," lily snickered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "go, we'll be waiting for you here. now, as i was saying, i think these essays are stupid. if professor binns wouldn't be dead, his lessons would probably not be so... dead." she smiled at her own joke. "if he'd he would be a bit more lively during class, and not doze off, i think the essays would be unnecessary—"

"alright, i'm back!" james announced, ruffling regulus' hair with his left hand; the other boy looked irritated, but his eyes gave him away. he put his right one around lily, and kissed her cheek. "what do we have here?"

"regulus' history of magic essay that he is procrastinating from doing, because he thinks it's useless and that binns is a bloody awful thing." lily smiled. "i think he didn't pay attention in class—"

"i did!" regulus gasped, indignantly.

"—and now he doesn't know what to do. but we'll help him, right, darling?" lily asked, elongating the words, leaning agaibst her boyfriend.

"of course!" he grinned. "now, let's see, the gargoyle strike of 1911..."

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Hogsmeade - Oct 7 - @rosekillermicrofic - 730 words - Warnings: none

Barty waited until Friday to put his plan into motion. He was anxious all week, not paying attention in class and unable to concentrate on studying. He was driving Pandora, Dorcas and Regulus crazy. But Friday was his last chance to ask Evan to come to Hogsmeade with him. Of course, they went on every Hogsmeade trip together, but usually with Pandora or Dorcas or Regulus tagging along. Barty wanted to go with just Evan. Luckily, Pandora was meeting Lily in Scrivenshaft’s, Regulus was meeting Potter in Honeyduke’s, and Dorcas was staying behind with Marlene.

All Barty had to do was actually ask, so that it would be clear to Evan that he wanted to go on a date with him. The idea made his stomach clench with anxiety. He just hoped if Evan had to let him down, he would do so gently.

He found Evan in the dorm room that evening, hunched over his potions textbook. His posture told Barty that he’d already been there awhile, since his shoulders were stiff with tension, so he drifted over there to rest his hands on them. Evan immediately melted back into his touch, so Barty began to rub out the knots that had started to form.

“Time for a break?” Barty murmured.

“Hmm, I think so,” Evan agreed. “I’ve been staring at the same potions theory for an hour.”

“Definitely, then,” Barty said, and then an idea occurred to him, and he didn’t let his fingers falter in his ministrations as it came to him. “Actually, you should give yourself a break tomorrow, too. Come out to the Three Broomsticks with me. Just you and me.”

“Just you and me?” Evan tilted his head back, a tired smile on his face. “That sounds nice.”

Nerves buzzed in Barty’s stomach. He nodded. “It’s a date,” he blurted.

“It’s a date,” Evan agreed, still smiling.

The following day, everything went as it normally did. Evan and Barty walked Regulus down to the Great Hall, where he was meeting Potter. Then they split off from the couple, walking down to Hogsmeade by themselves. Evan and Barty headed straight to the Three Broomsticks for lunch and butterbeers.

Lunch went swimmingly. Evan bantered with Barty, teased him as he usually did, and gave him several dazzling smiles throughout the conversation. He seemed relaxed even though Barty himself was buzzing with nerves, but Barty thought Evan might just be so comfortable around him that he didn’t feel anxious.

It wasn’t until they were walking back to Hogwarts, the path thankfully deserted, that everything started to fall apart for Barty. He had asked if he could hold Evan’s hand on the walk back, only to have Evan laugh in his face.

“Why would we ever do that?” Evan laughed at him, and Barty felt as if his heart was breaking.

“Because we’re on a date?” Barty laughed along awkwardly, trying not to appear as if his soul was being ripped apart.

“We’re on a what?” Evan abruptly stopped laughing.

“Forget it,” Barty said, feeling a flush creep up his cheeks. “Forget everything I’ve ever said. I’m sorry.”

“No, wait, you — you thought this was a date?” Evan asked, voice off, so Barty looked up at him. Evan’s cheeks had gone pink too, and he was staring at Barty with his light blue eyes too-wide. “A real date.”

“Yeah…” Barty said slowly. “I asked you yesterday…”

“I thought you were joking about that!” Evan exclaimed, throwing his hands out dramatically. “We always go to the Three Broomsticks together!”

“Yeah, but not just me and you,” Barty explained a little sullenly.

“Oh,” Evan said. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Barty muttered. “‘Oh.’ Listen, we really can just forget all of this even happened. Clearly it wasn’t something you’d ever consider, so—“

“Wait, but — Barty, I didn’t know,” Evan said desperately. “I didn’t know. If I had known…”

He didn’t continue, just staring at Barty with his stupidly beautiful face, so Barty prompted him again. “If you had known…?”

Evan didn’t say anything else though. Instead, he surged forward, kissing Barty on the mouth. He pulled back before Barty could even respond in kind, grinning wide. “That better than holding hands, Bee?”

Barty blinked dazedly at him. “I dunno. You better do it again, Rosie, so I can be sure.”

Evan kissed him again, and this time Barty got to kiss him back.

[ziggymars]

Maybe I don’t hate you 18+

**reupload because I’ve been gone so long I f*cked up the tags last time**

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: You and Regulus have never gotten along, but this time he really pissed you off.

Word Count: 3.9k

Authors Note: I haven’t proofread this yet, i’m sorry this took so long. i love you guys. I hope this doesn’t feel rushed, I worked really hard on it. If there are errors or inconsistencies pls feel free to reach out. I know I haven’t added taglist yet i am sorry i will soon !

Warnings: unprotected sex, hate-fuck, enemies to lovers, not proofread , cheerleader and athlete trope

masterlist

taglist: @misswestfall @chal-latte @timmymyluv @haylee-e -e @timotheel0ver @dayafied @softhecreator

Your heart was frozen in your chest, your breath was stuck in your throat. You could hardly hear anything due to the screams of quidditch fans. You knew it didn’t matter, no words were shared, but you had a persistent, primal need to hear the sound of his heartbeat as he gazed back at you, eyes supercilious. You wished they would just shut up, even for one second. The thought of wanting to hear it was something you didn’t understand. You hate him, and he hates you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you almost lost your footing. If it could be considered footing when you have other squad members holding the bottoms of your shoe. A mistake could be big time and could send you tumbling to the grass below. You both knew this. He smirked, a very sly at that, as he watched you fluster and almost fall, all because of him. Almost was the keyword. You quickly averted your gaze from him to anything else. Your eyes landed on the crowd and you smiled wide, continuing as if he weren’t even there. As you were being brought down, he flew from where he was positioned almost in your line of vision, nearly 50 feet away. Cheeky bastard. Had he wanted to rile you up just to watch you falter? No, the truth was that he just loved the way you looked when you got mad at him. He loved and hated the way his heart would clench in his chest when you furrowed your eyebrows and your nose crinkled just enough to be the most adorable sight in the entire world. You made him feel so many things, and they made him uncomfortable. So his whole life he tried his best to silently compete with you and make you angry, pushing you away from him. He wasn’t sure how else he was supposed to handle those feelings.

You continued the rest of the game, doing your best to avoid looking at him. You did really well, you managed to not even peek at him once. Usually, you couldn’t help yourself and you would occasionally sneak glances at him. You could sometimes admit that you thought he was handsome. You usually just pushed them down, because you knew it was a lost cause. You figured he hated you just as much as you hate him.

This time you were very upset with him. Occasionally sabotaging you in potions and being a general ass was one thing, but distracting you while you were up in the air like that? That was a new low. He did feel bad about that, he hadn’t meant to make you mess up. Regulus didn’t think he would be that distracting.

It was more than apparent that you were mad at him. You didn’t look at him once, not even while you were on your way to the locker room when the game was finished. Slytherin won, so you didn’t want to see the cocky look on his face. You might have thrown a pom in his face if he had gotten close to you. So you chose simply not to look at him. It was better for everyone that way. You tried to forget his existence completely and you did a pretty good job at it. You took your time getting ready to leave, trying to avoid him altogether. Well, at least until you were forced to see him in class. By then you would probably have calmed down enough not to react.

You weren’t really paying attention to the conversations in the locker room but you tried your best to seem like you were actively engaging in the team gossip. Nodding your head here, throwing in an “mhm” there. You swiped a makeup-removing wipe across your cheek absentmindedly. Sure there were spells for that, but sometimes it’s fun to do girly things just because. It was one of the things about you that actually irritated Regulus. The muggle things, the muggle practices. What was so wrong with just using magic? That’s what his family always did. Worked out fine for them.

Pulling out your pony holder, your attention was brought back to the conversation when it was directed toward you. “Huh?” You questioned, “Sorry, I was distracted by my thoughts.”

One of your teammates piped up “Yeah, distracted by thoughts of Regulus, why don’t you two just fuck already? It’s pretty obvious there’s some heavy sexual tension happening there.” She could barely get the sentence out before she was laughing and the whole group was erupting into a fit of giggles. Immediately you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, waving the wipe like a white flag. This made everyone laugh even harder, you’d hoped that would satisfy them and they would move on to something else.

“So you agree?” The girl who was your base spoke up. “It would probably be safer for you and everyone else, considering what happened tonight.” More giggles.

You winced and your eyes fluttered away from everyone’s eyes, to now look at the wall. Your hands came down to your lap and you fidgeted with them nervously. Because you knew they were right but you couldn’t admit that to them. Or to yourself. “That was by pure accident!” You stammered, “Besides, I would never fuck him. He might be cute. But we hate each other. Not happening.”

“Hate each other.” Another girl said, using air quotes.

“Never gonna happen.” You replied, finally, trying to end the conversation. It seemed to suffice until someone had something else to go on about.

You didn’t bother to change out of your uniform, you would be taking it off to take a shower when you got to the dormitory anyways. However, it was turning into a brisk night so you decided to throw on a sweater. You waited until it had been a good few minutes since the last footsteps you heard out in the corridor. You couldn’t leave when all the other girl’s left. If they had seen you and Regulus in the same room it was sure to be mortifying. Finally, you held your breath and stepped through the threshold, trying to make your way to the dormitories.

You didn’t make it far before you heard an all too familiar voice. One that made you huff and clutch onto your bag in anger, knuckles almost turning white. “You were secretly hoping that I would be out here, that’s why you kept the skirt on, huh?” The sound came from behind you but you didn’t want to turn to face him. He didn’t mean to say something so smug but he didn’t know how to convey many other feelings to you.

“I don’t wish to speak with you right now, Black. Please just leave me alone.” Annoyance rang deep in your voice, your hand swatting towards him without even looking. Almost as if to shoo him away like a bothersome animal. He grimaced and the tips of his ears grew pink with shame. Then you did something that surely vexed him, you just kept walking. His brows furrowed like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum and he took a step forward to follow you, his voice trailing behind his movements.

Words you had never heard from him. Not spoken to you. Not spoken to anyone else. “I’m sorry.” The two words alone stopped your feet in their tracks and your breath in your throat. It wasn’t enough to make you turn around but now he had your attention. What was he going to do with it? You waited for him to follow that up with something, anything. For a while, he didn’t. Regulus himself was frozen with surprise at his own words. “I’m sorry,” he repeated “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get hurt, I don’t know why I do the things I do sometimes. I didn’t mean for t-that to happen.” For the first time in his life, he was tripping over his own tongue. Was it a ruse? Was he just making fun? Waiting for you to say something embarrassing? You had to know for sure. Expecting to see a smirk, or for him to burst out into a fit of laughter. Neither of those things happened. You rolled your eyes at him, hands clenched together tightly and you all at once turned to face him, sneering, anger still in your voice. “We all know that’s bullshit! You did mean for that to happen, you jerk!” You swallowed hard and your lips pursed together as you tried to think of what to say. But before you could say anything, he was speaking up for you. His gaze was downturned and his expression was tense. Tense like his hands that were held together tightly.

Regulus’ voice nearly shook with anger “Actually I didn’t mean for that to happen, but now I am NOT sorry!” His eyes rose to shoot you an icy glare “You can’t say I didn’t try. I was sorry, but you don’t care, so now I’m not sorry! I wish you had fallen!” His words were venom and his jaw was clenched tightly.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sneered at him “You were never sorry asshole!” Finally, you had the courage to take a couple of steps closer to him and bit the inside of your cheek in a futile attempt to stop the words that were rising in your throat like sick “Fuck you!” You punctated the insult with a sharp poke to his chest.

He promptly shoved your hand away from him and took a step closer to you. “You know what?” Veins in his temples pulsated with anger “Fuck you too!”

You were almost shaking with anger, you averted your eyes to your feet that were almost touching his and then back to his face. “No, Regulus, fuck you!”

“Actually,” he started with bared teeth and a glance sideways before he took yet another step closer to you, forcing you to back up to avoid crashing into each other. Your head cocked to the side in confusion before he continued, forcing you to back up even more. When your back hit the stone wall he continued, “Fuck you.” His voice was quieter now but the tone of his voice was nearly the same. However it didn’t reach his eyes, they were filled with something else now. Something that you had never seen inside of him. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was right away. At first you refused to believe that it was lust that you had seen flashed in his eyes. You were shocked that he had pushed himself this close to you and for once you couldn’t think of what to say to him at all. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him. In fact, he relished in the fact that he had pulled all of the words out of your throat before you could even think of them. “Hm,” Regulus taunted, his expression changing from petulance to something completely different. “You seem to be pretty quiet now.” He teased.

You had never seen him like this before. Eyes wide, you tried to speak, “I-I.. W..” Your words were cut off by your own confusion.

“What?” He snickered, head held high as he traced a finger down your jawline, “Cat got your tongue?” A gasp was the only thing that could leave your lips and your eyes were wide as the moon. What was he trying to do?

In a sudden moment of irritation and bravery, you decided you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. He didn’t get to have the slick last word. Not this time. “Just shut up, Black.” You didn’t even allow him the opportunity to get another word in because before he could even open his pretty mouth you were shoving yours against it. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him because immediately his hands were cupping your cheeks and his body was pressing against yours. You could feel every curve of the stones behind you but you didn’t care, all you cared about was slipping your tongue into his warm mouth. The action elicited a sigh from his lips directly into your mouth and you loved the sensation, your hips bucked upwards against his. His thumb brushed against your cheek in a soothing motion, goosebumps rising on your shoulders. Soon he was fighting your tongue back into your mouth and you allowed him to, making him think he was in total control. An illusion you would keep in your back pocket for later when you needed it more. His tongue grazed against yours and you reached for his robe, silk soft like butter in your fingers. Regulus pulled away after what felt like a lifetime had passed. He didn’t move far from you, his lips routing from yours to just next to them, then to your jaw. Languidly, he continued his journey, pressing wet kisses down your neck until he hit your collarbone. Where he settled, tongue circling the spot he had chosen for purchase. He suckled on the soft skin until a bruise had formed in succession of his efforts, his hands treading down to pop the button of his slacks and let them fall to the ground. You mewled quietly and he dared to allow his fingers to slip underneath your skirt to rub against you, fabric rubbing against your clit deliciously. You rutted your hips against his fingers, urging him silently for more. Regulus picked up on this and slid his fingers in past your panties and circled a finger around your entrance. “Tsk, so wet. For me?” He gloated, slowly pushing his middle finger inside of you. He pumped it gentle and slow at first, curling his finger right where you needed him. Soon enough you were putty in his hands, writhing and whining for more. Regulus obliged and slid another one inside of you, gauging your reaction with half lidded, lust filled eyes. Listening to the noises you made was enough to make him go feral but he did his best to restrain himself.

“Please, Reggie, Please.” You pleaded, tears of distress in your eyes, clutching his perfectly pristine robe in tight, desperate fists.

“Would you look at that?” He teased, roughly turning you around to face the wall, giving you just enough time to grab onto it before he hastily pushed your robe up your back. His lips pressed against the soft spot on your neck behind your ear, “Begging for me. How cute. Is this what you want?” Regulus cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he was shoving your panties down your thighs. You watched them cascade downwards to your ankles and the sight made you shiver.

You didn’t want to answer, you didn’t want him to win, but it’s what you had to do if you wanted this. You wanted him so bad, but this would be silent admittance of where your hatred really stemmed from. Regulus figured he would help you decide your next choice of words by pulling out his arousal that was flushed and achingly stiff. He shifted your panties to the side and rubbed the tip against your wet heat. He stroked it up and down against you, merely coating the swollen skin. You responded just how he wanted you to, rubbing your hips back against him. Finally, you answered him, the final go-ahead. “Yes,” You pressed further “I want you. Please give it t-” Your voice feverish.

He didn’t need any other confirmation besides that and he gave you no time to finish your sentence before he was sinking himself into you, ripping the words right out of your chest. He was promptly moving at a desirable pace. You were happy to vocalize this to him in every way besides using your words. Gasps and whimpers ruptured from your lips, one strung after the other in a waterfall of pleasure. “You feel incredible.” He thrust into your core, head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. His fingers wandered from your thigh to your honeypot, gliding over the most sensitive area. Small circles sent your eyes rolling backward for a moment.

His hips never ceased, his length plunging into you at a reckless pace. He moved his fingers from your clit to hold your hips back against his, moving deeper inside of you than before. Lascivious moans filled the hall but neither of you cared. Regulus’ freehand came up to tangle in your hair, he grabbed a fistful at the base of your head and pulled gently at first to test the waters. Your heat constricted tightly around him involuntarily at the feeling of his rough hands gripping your hair and he grunted coarsely, slowing down for just a moment. “Careful, careful. You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.” His voice was rough and needy. You attempted to relax but it was difficult even when his thrusts were slow and gentle. He kept the same steady pace for what felt like a long time. You were desperate for him to speed up so you pushed back against him, quickly moving your hips, hoping he would get the hint. And he did.

Soon he was plunging into you urgently. You attempted to grasp at the wall, at anything you could, to stabilize yourself so you didn’t collapse onto the ground. The pleasure was so much you could barely even stand on your own two feet anymore. He tried the best he could to help you keep upright, his nails digging into your flesh. The sting of pain was a perfect mix, intoxicating all of your senses. Nearly drooling as saliva pooled in your mouth. You pushed back against him demandingly, meeting his hips every time. The thought of the two of you intwined perfectly in this dark hallway sent a shiver down his spine. Regulus’ fingers trailed from your hips, up to your neck where he gently grabbed hold of your throat, pulling you back, flush against his torso. He gripped gently, where he knew not to hurt you. Choked mewls escaped you and he grunted deeply, eyes closed tightly as he continued to ravage you, lips pressed to your neck.

The sounds and heat of his ragged breath in your ear made your arousal grow so far until you were nearly ready to pop, you clenched around him tightly, almost at the edge. “Please, I can’t hold on any longer, Reggie.” He smirked proudly and grasped your neck harder, his pace increasing.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” he whispered “Cum for me.”

That’s all it took for the precipice to break and you were cumming hard, your hips trembling as he never slowed down. You went to cry out but Regulus quickly pushed his hand against your lips, muffling your sweet noises. Tears started to bubble from your eyes and streak down his fingers as he fucked you relentlessly.

He wouldn’t last long with the way you gripped around him. You once again tried to hold yourself back against the wall as his thrusts became sloppier. Idly, your rocked your hips against his.

“Fuck, I can’t.” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Regulus’ hips stirred finally and he came with a long and low whine that reverberated through your chest, all the way down to your uncurling toes. For a while neither of you spoke, he simply rested his head against your back. His chest rising and falling quickly, trying to regain his normal breathing.

“Why give yourself to me?” He finally asked, voice still shaky and low. His fingers caressed your thigh and in one motion he swiped your panties back in an attempt to cover you up. You turned to face the Slytherin boy. His face perplexed, hand moving to rub the back of his neck absentmindedly.

“Don’t you see?” You rolled your eyes, and for the first time it was accompanied by a warm smile. You hit him playfully in the chest. “It was always going to be you., I think. Everyone says so. ” His head cocked to the side.

Something interrupted your juncture and your movements stilled. “Who’s over there?” The voice bellowed and your eyes widened in sync, cheeks flushing as you stared at each other in exasperation. You didn’t realize how close it was until the sound of footsteps followed, and not far. A sudden realization hit the both of you and you were scrambling to make yourselves decent. Regulus rushed to pull his pants up from his ankles, fingers fumbling to re-button.

“What are we gonna do? You whispered frantically, adjusting your skirt. Your eyebrows were furrowed nervously and you looked to him for a solution. A strange turn of events that you didn’t see happening when the day had started.

“There’s nothing we can do. We have to make a run for it.” He laughed and tugged on your hand, starting to pull you through the corridor. Your legs were shaky but it was easier when he was guiding your steps. You could hear the shouts of who you can only assume is your potions professor, based on the sound.

“I hear you two, get back here!” The voice yelled but you ignored them. You ran off into the night together. Your feet pounded on the pavement, hearts beating fast in your chests. You were both such good students, it wouldn’t be a good look for the two of you to be caught like that.

It was impossibly dark except for the dim lights in the halls, you’re not sure if you would have made it that quick without him. You made it back to the dormitories and Regulus walked you to your door, like a gentleman. You wanted to have him come spend the night with you, but you hesitated. You would never hear the end of it if anyone saw the two of you together. Especially at this time of night. You reached for the door handle but stopped before your fingertips reached it. You turned to face him. Your cheeks heated up and you looked to him, then to the floor, to him, to the wall, to him awkwardly.

“Regul-”

As much as he loved to hear the sound of his name coming from your mouth, he cut you off before you could finish. “Listen, I’m sorry. I really am.” He said quietly “The only lie I told was that I wish you had fallen. I don’t really think that.” He looked really remorseful. His chin trembled lightly and he turned his head downwards, ashamed.

You reached forward and took one of his hands in yours, smiling softly. “It’s okay. I know you’re sorry. I forgive you, really.”

This seemed to appease him and he was looking back up again, tears in the brims of his eyes. “Really? You mean that?” His voice was hopeful like a child.

“Yes, I mean that.” You started “But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe dinner would help.” A smirk rose on your lips and he grinned, nodding wildly.

“Okay. Like a date?” Regulus questioned. Footsteps approached in the background.

“Yes,” You said hurriedly, “Like a date, now go.” You urged him to leave, so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before leaving without a word.

Quickly, you entered into your dorm room and you immediately had eyes on you. The room erupted into whistles and laughter. You didn’t understand until you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hoisted in the living space. Your hair looked wild, it definitely gave away what you were just up to.

“Oh! I so knew it! How was it?” Someone asked loudly. You just ignored them all and gave a big middle finger as you disappeared into your own room, one arm holding your robe closed tightly. No way they were going to catch sight of what was trickling down your thighs.

[patrophthia]

libraries and abs | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships, crack, humor, not proofread

wc: 1.7k

originally posted on wattpad

if you were to tell sirius black that one day he would be sat in a corner of the library, tutoring his girlfriend he would laugh his head off and tell you how much of a comedian you were —and yet, here he sat, in front of his (in her own self described words) dumbass of a girlfriend as he taught her all the lessons hogwarts offered.

she had barely passed her assignments, and if sirius hadn't dragged her to where they were now, sternly sat her down and began explaining all the secrets behind every magical thing she might just fail her NEWTs. but sirius was determined, no (permanent) girlfriend of his will fail her NEWTs. he will make sure that she passes the exams with flying colors if it was the last thing he did.

"this is useless! it's all going through one ear and out the other. i'm going to fail, sirius."

they were barely thirty minutes into their studies when she started whining, wanting to give up. there was just so much to be read, so many words, so many letters and they weren't as interesting as any fiction books she could've been reading as of now.

"just let me wallow in self-pity while i'm ahead."

sirius was persistent, ignoring any complains that she had made. he understood why she thought they were so many letters because good godric, there was just so many fucking words. but he was one of the brightest students for a reason, he knew the lessons through and through —despite him barely paying attention in the classes— he knew what the lesson entails and how to explain it in a way that she would understand.

"c'mon darling, just ten more minutes and we can head off to the kitchens for a little break," sirius lied through his tongue, ten minutes will turn into twenty and twenty will turn into however long it takes to guarantee her passing grades.

"love," he sighed exasperatedly, almost pleading with his words, "i talked to someone and they said this showed up on their NEWTs which means there's a chance that it will show up in ours."

this was such a far fetch thing for him to do, it was more of a remus lupin thing —or james potter even, maybe regulus black if you will, but it was certainly not a sirius black thing. the things he did for her.

"i think i know enough to get me to pass, sirius." studying had never been something she was fond of, it was either too many letters or too many numbers —or too many letters in a lessons about numbers.

it was just all so frustrating and all she wanted to do was curl up in her dorm and read about some loving relationship where the boyfriend doesn't force their girlfriend to study as if he had been the type to study at all.

"how about we go back to the dorms then?" sirius suggested, it was like he could read her mind really. she perked up at the idea, liking the thought of cuddling with sirius and joking with his best mates but before she could get even more excited, sirius quickly shot down the idea. "we can have a fifteen minutes break before we go back to studying but this time i will be asking you questions."

"if you get the answers right you get a reward."

she thought about it for a second, she could do with not getting any rewards if it meant she was able to be laying in bed. "what's the reward?"

sirius pursed his lips, a tale tell sign that he was racking his brain for an idea. finally, he answered in a questioning tone. "how does me stripping sound."

•••

"wow," sirius said with genuine surprise, leaning down to touch his ankles. "you actually got it right, i knew you could do it pretty girl."

he slipped his left sock off and tossed it towards the laundry pile before raising himself back up to look at her. there was a pout on her lips and sirius couldn't help but chuckle at it, knowing the exact reason behind it.

he had been firing questions at her for the last twenty minutes and once she finally answered a question correctly, he only took off his sock? seriously?

the only motivation she had to even be trying to answer his questions was that, he, as in the notoriously, effortlessly graceful and handsome sirius black —who also happened to be her boyfriend— would take off his shirt (or pants) so she could ogle at him, but all he took off was a sock. honestly.

"i'll give you a sickle if you make the next one easy," she said, while she rummaged through her bag, trying to find where she'd place her loose change, "then another one if you take off your shirt when i get it right."

"and have you see my beautiful abs at the low low price of a sickle?" he asked incredulously, "honestly woman, what do you take me as, your boyfriend or a hot bod walking around for your entertainment?"

"you're not a hot bod walking around solely for my entertainment?"

sirius' jaw dropped, a look of offense on his face and frowned; the kind that had her biting her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. his bottom lip was slightly jutted out flatteringly, his eyes pathetically wide that reminded her nothing short of a puppy.

"do you not love me?" and then he added with full flares of dramatics. "am i just good looks to you?"

"yes," she answered quickly, jumping on the opportunity at distracting him with banter rather than studying, "it's always been about your looks."

"and frankly, i find it quite rude that you use your sex appeal against me."

"how am i exactly using my sex appeal against you, my love?" he asked, amusing her. sirius got up from his seat at his desk and moved towards where she laid on his bed. "please do go into details."

she hesitated, feeling her breath quicken as he leaned over her. noticing the slight shift in her posture, face growing rigid underneath his gaze, sirius smiled tauntingly. merlin, he loved the effect he still had on her despite the long amount of time they'd been together. "are you nervous, doll?"

doll? that was certainly a new one. with a sly nod of her head, sirius' grin widened. "why's is that?"

why is she nervous? HAS HE SEEN HIMSELF?

"i have actually," sirius snorted, grey eyes twinkling with a sort of mischief. "i put all my effort to look like this for you. i'm all yours, darling."

"you know, if it weren't for the fact that you're only wearing one sock, all my clothes would be off right now."

at that sirius chuckled, his head thrown backwards, overgrown curls brushing behind his shoulders. once he finally gathered himself, sirius smiled sweetly at her, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling back. "almost forgot why i'm one sock down in the first place."

"now back to where we were." sirius sat up, reaching for the book on his desk. he let out a low laugh at her desperate groans, not wanting to spend a single more minute studying. "i'll be kind to you, princess. this one is easy."

"okay," she murmured reluctantly, maybe easy meant he would take his shirt off (or his pants), "shoot."

"what are the— get your nasty paws off of me, woman!" sirius exclaimed, a look of horror on his face as he smacked her prying hands away from his sweats, "try to keep it in your pants will you?"

"you want me to keep my hands in my pants?" she asked, giggling slightly at the unintentional rhyme.

"no, that's not— you're distracting me again, you minx," he grumbled, "stop it! i need to get your grades up! i can't let our kids be stupid because of you."

"kids?" she repeated questioningly, watching as his face flushed up at the realization of his own words. "what makes you think i want to have babies with you?"

"you quite literally tried to rip my pants off, i'm sorry if i jumped into any conclusions," he quipped, ears still tinged red from embarrassment. it was endearing really, knowing that the famous smooth talker, sirius black, was flustered by her. "can we go back to what we were doing please?"

"and what were we doing, sirius?"

"trying to prevent you from not getting a job."

"what if i don't want a job?"

"nobody wants a job," sirius stated, "but they get one anyways so they wouldn't have to live off of the streets."

"you're from the black family." she pointed out the obvious. "aren't you guys rich? can't i just be your trophy wife or a sugar baby? i can do both."

"wow," sirius blew out, "you want me for my good looks and my money, what else? you're only dating me because you want to get with my father?"

"i mean . . ." she trailed off, watching as sirius grey eyes grow wide, "you are half your father which means you got your good looks from him. if i had been going out with you just to end up with your father —and the keyword is if— then i would get the money and good looks directly from the source."

"you disgust me, [f/name]."

"i do?" at his aggressive nods, she smiled. "then why are you holding my hand?"

"i have my reasons," sirius said sternly before going back to the book on his lap.

—from bee: BOYFRIEND SIRIUS IS MY LOVEEEEE!!

[engie-ivy]

(Part Two of There's Bound To Be Talk Tomorrow! Happy New Year! 3rd of January isn't too bad for a New Year's fic, right?)

1378 words

Read Part One here

Sirius doesn't need anyone to save him, but when a charming man wants to steal him away, he isn't going to say no.

How Lucky That You Dropped In

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Frank Loesser

“Lady Lestrange says her son might be willing to consider you again,” Walburga Black hisses in Sirius’ ear. “If you show enough regret and humility.” Before Sirius can open his mouth to reply, her fingers dig painfully into his arm. “I do not have to tell you how lucky we are that he's even willing to speak to you again, after that stunt you pulled at the Christmas benefit gala. I explained to the Lestranges that you were suddenly indisposed, and did not want to ruin anyone's evening, and therefore requested a server to escort you out.” Her nails press into his skin. “Stick to that story, and we may be able to salvage this mess of your creation.”

Sirius had already refused to pay Rabastan Lestrange a visit to grovel at his feet for forgiveness for leaving without word at the Christmas benefit gala, and beg him for another chance by attending this New Year's Eve party together. As Sirius had feared, his mother had then turned to Regulus, and told him he had to attend with Rabastan, for their family's sake.

But Regulus had surprised everyone by refusing. “You- You always say that- that honour is the most important thing for a Black,” Regulus had stammered. “And I've promised Evan I'd attend with him. I can't- can't go back on my word! That'll make me… dishonorable. Right?”

Walburga had placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and then she had started scolding him, calling him selfish. Regulus had shrunk in on himself, and just when it looked like he was about to give in, Orion Black, who hardly ever involves himself with his children, had spoken up. “The boy is right.”

And that had been the end of it.

Sirius jerks his arm loose from his mother's grip. “I already told you, mother,” he says pointedly. “He was awful, he made me feel awful, and I had an awful time with him. In no way do I wish for him to ‘consider me again’.”

Now he doesn't have to worry about Regulus being placed by Rabastan’s side in his stead anymore, Sirius does not allow there to be any confusion regarding his feelings towards the man.

“You insolent little…”

While her mother is still hissing insults under her breath, Sirius simply walks off into the crowd. At least his mother can't cause a scene in a place as public as this.

Sirius wanders through the crowd aimlessly, trying to ignore lingering gazes and avoid people trying to stop him for a conversation.

“You disappeared on me,” a voice behind him suddenly says.

“Rabastan,” Sirius says, as he turns around.

“People said some waiter was bothering you, and that you left with him,” Rabastan continues. “But surely even you can't be that desperate for attention that you would sink so low.”

Sirius forces himself to smile. “I felt miserable at that event, while you seemed to be enjoying yourself a great deal. The waiter suggested stepping outside, and I agreed, so you could stay and enjoy your night.” There. Technically the truth, without implying any ill intentions towards Rabastan.

“I know what you're doing, Black,” Rabastan says, taking a step forward. “You're playing hard to get, hoping that by letting me think I can't have you, I'm only going to want you more.” He grins in a way that makes Sirius’ skin crawl. “Well, let me tell you,” Rabastan suddenly takes another step forward, crowding Sirius’ space, placing one hand on his waist and leaning down, whispering so close that his lips almost brush Sirius’ ear. “You're absolutely right.”

Sirius freezes, completely taken off guard. Just when he jerks his head back, he hears a voice behind him.

“Mister Black? There's a phone call for you at the front desk.”

Gratefully, Sirius turns towards the receptionist from the high-class hotel the party is being held at.

“If you could follow me please?” The young blond woman requests in a measured, polite tone.

Sirius nods and rushes after her, eager to get away from Rabastan.

“So, where do I-?” Sirius begins as he approaches the front desk, but then he hears a voice behind him.

“Hi there, don't you look fetching.”

Sirius whirls around. “Remus!” He exclaims, his face lighting up. “What are you doing here?”

Remus grins at him. “I'm here to steal you away.”

“Oh?” Sirius asks, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yup,” Remus replies, jumping from the table he had been sitting on. “Not to sound arrogant– I mean, if you want to listen to arrogant men, staying at this party actually seems like the best option– but I think I can give you a better time than you can have here.”

“Well,” Sirius says. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.” He holds out his hand. “Lead the way.”

Sirius’ stomach does a flip at the bright smile Remus directs at him. Remus takes his hand and starts dragging Sirius towards the door. “Thanks a million, Marls!” He calls over his shoulder. “I owe you big time!”

“Don't you worry, Lupin,” the receptionist replies, sounding a lot less professional than before. “I'll figure out a way for you to make it up to me. And you were right, by the way,” she adds, leaning with her elbows on her desk and resting her chin on her hand. “He is very dreamy.”

“What is that?”

“It's not the newest model,” Remus admits. “And it's a bit rusty here and there, but I promise you that it does the job. It'll work perfectly fine as our getaway-”

“Bicycle,” Sirius finishes dryly.

“And what's wrong with a bicycle?” Remus asks airily. “It's dependable, a lot more inconspicuous than a motorcycle if you want to sneak away, and a lot less polluting.”

“I thought you loved my motorcycle!” Sirius gasps.

Remus looks at Sirius from over his shoulder as he unlocks his bike. “I love the sight of you on your motorcycle,” he smirks.

“I'll take it,” Sirius laughs.

While a bicycle might be inconspicuous, Sirius and Remus are anything but. After three failed attempts of Remus cycling in a slow pace so Sirius can jump on the back to sit on the carrier, both of them are laughing so hard hotel guests are peering out the windows to see what that's all about.

Eventually they succeed, and when Sirius has his arms wrapped around Remus from behind, tighter than strictly necessary, and his cheek rests against Remus’ back, he realizes bicycles really aren't so bad.

“You're going to murder me, aren't you?” Sirius complains. “This is how I die. This is what I get for going off with strange men.”

Remus just chuckles as he leads Sirius up the narrow, wooden stairs of the old, dingy flat he brought Sirius to. When they finally reach a rusty door at the top of the final flight of stairs, Remus unlocks it with a key he fishes from his pocket and pushes the squeaky door open.

“Wow,” Sirius whispers.

There's a small space where the rooftop is flat, and from which you can overlook all of London. The space is covered by a blanket, and on the blanket are a cheap bottle of champagne and two glasses, plus a box of leftover Christmas cookies.

“You like it?” Remus asks softly, taking Sirius’ hand.

“Like it?” Sirius beams at Remus as he turns towards him. “Remus, I love it!”

From their spot, they have a perfect view over all the fireworks lighting up the sky above London. While the fireworks must be quite a beautiful sight, Sirius can't imagine it can compare to the look in Remus’ eyes before he kisses him at midnight.

Their lips meet while fireworks explode above their heads, unnoticed. When they break apart, they rest their foreheads together and gaze into each other's eyes with similar smiles on their faces.

“You know,” Sirius whispers, taking Remus’ hand and tangling their fingers together. “If you keep stealing me away like this, at some point I'm not going to want to return.”

Remus smiles. “You know,” he says, while reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. “At some point I'm not going to want to let you go.”

[licnheartedd]

@jegulus-microfic | jan 12 — stretch | words: 416 | cw: age gap

i might write a part two for this if anyone is interested?? so keep an eye out

Life hadn’t turned out exactly as Regulus had expected it to. Kicked out of home the day he turned eighteen, his only option had been to crash in the ballet studio he’d been attending all his life. He gets to live there, rent free, under the condition that he teaches classes four days a week for no pay.

After a year of living like this, he’s gotten pretty used to it. Sure, his savings account is almost empty and his social life is non-existent, but it’s not all bad. Even this life has its perks. Most notably: James Potter.

“Does your visit have a purpose today, Potter? Or are you just back to stare at my ass?”

This has been going on for almost two weeks now. Regulus finishes teaching his last class of the evening, prepares to do some final stretches to relax his body, and James shows up in the doorway.

He’s sure James has a valid reason for being in the building. This studio is only one of four units, after all. Regulus just doesn’t care enough to ask. He likes the attention.

“Can a man not just stop and enjoy the view?” James asks. Regulus stands upright and turns to look fully at James, raising an eyebrow. James laughs, and the sound fills Regulus with a strange warmth. “Yeah, I have a reason this time. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

Regulus doesn’t date. He doesn’t like the idea of getting close enough to someone that they find out how he lives. Plus, James isn’t the type of guy he would usually go for; late twenties at least, dressed head to toe in designer clothes that make him look like he regularly attends polo matches.

“You tell me,” he says, bending down again to stretch his back and hips, though it’s more for James’ benefit than his own.

He doesn’t date, but he’s not above using the attention of a rich man to manipulate his way into some free stuff. Besides, James seems like a decent guy, so at least the company won’t be terrible.

There’s a long silence, as if James has become so distracted by the sight of Regulus bent over like this that it has left him truly speechless. Regulus resists the urge to smile at the realisation.

“Right. Uh—okay,” James mumbles, clearing his throat. Regulus stands upright again, offering James an innocent look. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening then? Six o’clock?”

“You know where to find me.”

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The First Kiss

AN: Remus is trans and Rosie is his death name before he transitioned.

Childhood friends to lovers Wolfstar

Muggle AU

************

Rosie felt utterly weird around the feminine world. Like she didn't belong there. Perhaps that was why she didn't get along with the girls from her class. They thought she was weird. And now, she felt so uncomfortable around Sirius' cousins.

It had been a weird Winter. For starters, Mrs. Black had given her a Barbie Doll as a Christmas present. The doll had an awful pink dress, shoes and purse to combine. Rosie was supposed to be grateful, thrilled. Weren't girls supposed to like dolls? But that doll had the same fake smile that Rosie had to put on. The next day, she cut the Barbie's hair, painted it red, and she dressed the Barbie with trousers and a hoodie. Rosie decided to call it Arnold.

Sirius thought it was cool.

Then, Sirius' cousins were around. Three teenage girls who were everything Rosie wasn't: feminine and pretty. Rosie found the teenage girls intimidating. They kept asking if she was Sirius' girlfriend. Teasing them.

Even though Rosie had a crush on Sirius, she didn't like the world "girlfriend". And Sirius got flushed and angry every time. Denying the whole thing.

"Rosie is just my friend!"

In New Years, The Black Family prepared a party as they always did. Rosie and her parents were invited. But in the middle of the night, when Sirius and Regulus got called by their mother Rosie was kidnapped by Bellatrix, Narcissa and Andromeda.

"You ought to have a makeover"

Rosie thought there was anything wrong with the jeans and jacket she was wearing. But when she saw the girls with dresses, makeup and their hair fixed, Rosie felt out of place. Was she supposed to dress like that? It made her sick.

"You fancy Sirius, don't you?" Bellatrix had asked "He is not going to pay you attention if you practically dress like a boy"

Rosie flushed. How did they know?

"Sirius is just my friend"

Bella let out a chuckle.

"That's what I said about my first boyfriend"

Rosie didn't understand why the girls giggled but somehow she was being dragged to one of the rooms and Rosie supposed there was no escape.

They made her wear a girly blouse, they loosened her hair, and sat her on a chair.

"I feel so stupid" Rosie whispered as Narcissa put makeup on her. The brush was tickling Rosie's eyelid.

The girls had been chatting about people Rosie didn't know. Gossips about who snogged who. They talked about a lad named Rod a lot. Apparently Bellatrix fancied him. They talked about some lad named Lucius too. And also, Bellatrix used the word "bitch" so many times that Rosie lost count. She wanted to leave. Where was Sirius?

"Oh you would look absolutely beautiful, darling" Narcissa giggled "I always do all my friends' makeup"

Rosie blinked as Narcissa finished with one eyelid. But it was only seconds before she started with the other.

"If you're lucky, Sirius might give you your first kiss at midnight" Bellatrix added with a smirk

Rosie blushed. She had thought about it. She wanted Sirius to be the first. But she wasn't sure if she was ready. She was only ten.

"Aaaw she is blushing" Narcissa giggled.

"Sirius might use tongue and all" Bella chanted and Narcissa laughed.

Rosie blushed even more. Use tongue? Eugh!

"Leave her alone, will you?" Andromeda said "She is just eleven and she might not be ready"

She was ten actually. But she didn't correct her.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want" Andromeda added with a smile.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Andy! It's about time baby whinny Sirius kisses a bird..." she raised an eyebrow at Rosie "Am I right?"

Rosie didn't know how to answer.

"Besides, Sirius talks about you all the time" Narcissa giggled "Right? He definitely fancies you"

"Really?"

Rosie felt stupid the moment she asked. It was supposed to be a secret. How she fancied Sirius. They were best friends. And Rosie would only dare to tell him when they were older. Old enough to date and that sort of stuff.

Bellatrix and Narcissa laughed. Andromeda smiled.

"Of course" Narcissa winked as she came closer and applied something on Rosie's lips. Lipstick. It felt itchy and smelled like strawberry. Rosie hated it.

Narcissa gestured at Rosie to move her lips together. Rosie copied her.

"I think she is ready for a good snog" Bella declared.

"How do I look?"

Andromeda passed her a mirror.

Rosie's reflection looked wrong and funny in all the ways possible. Her hair was loose, her curls perfectly combed. Rosie always used to keep it tied. Her eyelids had a blue color, her cheeks were slightly pink and her lips were a bit red. Her eyelashes looked longer. She looked as fake as the Barbie Doll.

Rosie frowned.

"Sirius would like this?"

"Of course!" Bellatrix winked "Boys like this sort of stuff. Sirius would want to snog you  I'm sure"

"You're are beautiful, Rosie" Andromeda smiled.

Rosie felt ridiculous.

Bellatrix snorted "Cissy... Go an fetch Sirius so he can see his future girlfriend"

Rosie felt nervous. She didn't want Sirius to look at her like that. But somehow she did want that kiss. She wanted for Sirius to look at her in different eyes. Sort of like adults looked at each other when they were in love. If pretty girls like the Black Sisters thought Sirius would like it, then they were probably right.

Narcissa left with a smile. Bellatrix was smirking in a weird way. And Andromeda had an odd expression. Rosie felt like she was going to vomit.

"Oh Bella..." Andromeda tutted as she saw her sister's expression. Bellatrix sneered.

Rosie tried to ignore that.

Narcissa came back surely after. Before Rosie had time to escape. Unfortunately behind her, were Sirius and Regulus with curious faces.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked.

"We have a surprise for you!"

Bellatrix smiled and dragged Rosie to her feet. She grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her towards Sirius.

Rosie tried to maintain the gaze.

"Rosie?"

But when Sirius blinked in surprise she looked down.

Sirius chuckled.

"What do you have in your face?" Sirius asked, then he turned to his cousins, frowning "What did you do to her?"

"Now now, Sirius" Bellatrix tutted "That's no way to treat a lady"

"Rosie is not a lady" Sirius wrinkled his nose "She is my mate..."

"Sirius..." Andromeda warned.

"You are such a pussy, Sirius!" Bellatrix tutted.

Sirius ignored her.

"Rosie, you look ridiculous" Sirius laughed.

That's what Rosie thought. But now that Sirius said it, it hurt. She had hope he would think differently. Rosie kept her gaze down, trying to ignore the knot on her throat.

"Don't you think she looks pretty?" Narcissa asked, placing a hand on Rosie's shoulder.

Sirius kept laughing.

"I think she looks pretty" Regulus whispered, only because she noticed the tears in Rosie's eyes.

Regulus was a good kid. Rosie liked him. She gave him a soft smile.

"Pretty?" Sirius chuckled "She looks like clown! I mean look at her, Reggie!"

Rosie couldn't take it anymore. She had the urge to cry. And she felt so embarrassed. So what she did was run away, pushing Sirius along the way. He had been so mean. Rosie felt ridiculous. Especially if she heard Bellatrix laughing as she ran away.

*************

Rosie received the New Year in her mother's lap, with dry tears. She had cleaned the make up and tied her hair again. She felt more comfortable wrapped around her father's jacket. By the scent of his cologne.

Sirius found her later on the night. Rosie was getting sleepy as she saw her parents dance and she tried to read her book. But her eyes kept closing and she yawned all the time.

But then Sirius took a seat beside her.

"Moony! I was looking for you!" Sirius exclaimed "I thought we were putting cockroaches on the food table, remember? Then you disappeared"

Rosie tried not looking at him. She was so embarrassed to do so.

"Are you angry with me, Moony?"

Rosie knew Sirius was making that puppy face that made her melt.

"No" But she didn't look up.

"Was it because of my cousins did to you?"

Rosie didn't answer.

"Bella is nasty! She is always doing stuff to me"

Rosie wasn't angry with Bellatrix or Sirius. She felt like an idiot for wanting to be pretty for Sirius. When Rosie hadn't been herself. She kept thinking that she would probably would have to grow up, become a teenager who used makeup and dresses, who talked about boys and giggled, like Sirius' cousins. And she hated the idea. It was bloody torture. She wanted to be someone else. Preferably someone more masculine.

"I said those things because I thought you really looked ridiculous and uncomfortable" Sirius continued, looking guilty and desperate "That's not you, Moony. Make up and stuff..."

"I am a girl... I ought to be"

Rosie wished she wasn't a girl.

"You are not just a girl... You're Moony, my mate" Sirius said. Rosie looked up. She liked how that sounded "That's what I like about you. You are different. You are cool. You don't need makeup and stuff to be pretty..."

Rosie blushed a little.

"You think I am pretty?"

Now it was Sirius' turn to blush.

"I guess" Sirius shrugged, looking down.

Rosie smiled. Sirius was still cute.

"Do you forgive me?"

Rosie sniffed and smiled.

"Okay"

Sirius smiled too. Now relieved. He stood up.

"Come on then!" Sirius said, smirking "We still have time for our little prank before the night ends"

"What about Reggie?"

Sirius rolled his eyes "He is already in bed, that baby..." he said "Let's do it... Just the two of us this time, okay?"

Rosie still had hope that Sirius would fancy her too and one day he would give her her first kiss. Was that silly to think? But for now, it would be nice to play a little prank on the guests. Just to have a laugh and start the year on the right foot.

Rosie smiled, closing her book and standing up.

"Okay, let's go"

[amethystheart2421]

Thanks for the tag @phantomgrimalkin <3

I just realized I did it wrong and I used your words instead of the words you gave me because I'm terrible at paying attention to details but this took a while so... *shrug* sharing anyway. Sorry about that!

Search these words in anything you've made and share: eyes, night, cried, pretty, kiss

Eyes - The Three Soulmates of Pandora Lovegood

Night - Engrams and Moonwalks

Pandora set down her fork, having finished her eggs, and dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “Well, I have been lucky enough to have three soulmates. And that’s only so far.”

Luna looked at the piece of a heart pancake still on her plate and gasped. “Am I one of them?” Pandora chuckled, grinning at her daughter. “Of course, you are, my dear sweet Luna!”

Luna’s cheeks went red and she laughed. Then her face pursed in thought and she asked, “So, if you had three soul mates and Daddy is one and I am one, then who is the third?”

“Ah. I thought you might ask me that.” Pandora’s grin vanished and there was sadness in her eyes as she said, “Let’s make some tea, and I will tell you all about it.”

Mary handed him a bottle of water and got to work on his face. “So, the old gang is going out to The Three Broomsticks tonight. Think you will be gracing us with your presence?” she asked. “The Broomsticks? Isn’t that place right by the university? It’ll be crawling with college students.” Sirius was terrible at coming up with excuses, but he really just wanted to go home and binge watch whatever crappy superhero show was currently trending on Netflix, avoiding humans altogether. Mary scoffed, “Exactly! Sirius, you need to get out and have some fun. How are you going to meet people moping around your mansion all the time? A fresh young college student could do you some good.” “Hey, I meet people around the mansion! The new night guard at Godric’s Hollow, Shacklebolt, he’s a great guy. We have fascinating talks. You know he trains wild animals as a hobby? The guy has a pet lynx!” Mary stared at him for a few beats before she busted up, laughing, “Sirius Black, you are coming out with us tonight. Go home and put on those tight black jeans that really show off that ass, and we’ll pick you up at nine.”

Cried - Wolfsbane of My Existence

Other memories from the evening flashed in his mind, Remus squeezing his hand to comfort him. Remus running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his back as he cried about his uncle. Remus’s chest rising and falling with his breath as he slept. The long curve of Remus’s neck. The way it felt to be held, and how he ached to feel it again. The longing rose in his chest and squeezed his heart.  Fuck. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face. He was mortified. He was humiliated. He was… giddy. Regulus let out a whine of despair. Regulus was falling for Remus Lupin.

Pretty - Fragile Development

Evan’s brow furrows in thought, “Well, you know, maybe you should look on the bright side. The overtime pay has gotta be pretty good for a whole weekend!” Regulus lets out a long bitter laugh. “I don’t get overtime pay!” He’s still laughing. “I’m salary. I have to work as many hours as my employer tells me to, with no difference in my pay.” “Well, that can’t be right.” Evan eyes him skeptically. Regulus shrugs. “Damn, son. I thought those fancy engineering jobs would be all about paid time off and first-class travel. That there sounds like indentured servitude or some shit.” “That’s exactly what it is. Indentured servitude.” Regulus agrees.

Kiss - You and Me, Moony

So, when Regulus started nuzzling his neck, pressing small, sweet kisses to his skin and mumbling about how delicious he smelled, Remus didn’t push him away, he didn’t ask him to stop. And when Regulus’s hand was at his neck, fingers carding through his hair, massaging his scalp, he gave in completely. He turned into the embrace, finding Regulus’s lips with his own. He kissed him with a hunger he hadn’t even realized he felt, but now he was desperate for it.

OKAY new words for you. If you want to. :) hand, smoke, forget, laughed, soft

@sniperjade @soupy-george @crying-lightningx @myheadsgonenumb

[crescentofthegods]

vena amoris

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!fem!zabini!reader

request: ok hello hello hello 😵‍💫 i have a request but only if u write for draco!! if not, please do ignore this.

i was kind of brain-rotting about this for a while now, so hear me out even if this might not be the best description ever. T__T

so, reader could be in the same house or not, this isn’t exactly a huge part of the plot. but draco has kind of been crushing on reader for a while, but reader keeps pushing him away—in a sense that they would keep denying draco’s attempts at wooing them, and would constantly reject anything he gets them (firm believer of draco's language being gift giving, at least one of them)

so clearly draco is like so whipped he grows so out of character and gets teased by his peers 😭 the ending is up to you, but i picture this as a fluffy (maybe the pushing away contributes to a bit of an angst factor) fourth or fifth year draco fic. your writing is so muah, by the way 🫂 much love, xx! ~ anon.

word count: 5,269 words (woah)

warnings: FLUFF, reader is blaise's twin (slay), a shit ton of swearing (sorry), theodore nott smoking his iconic cigarettes, reader kissing draco at the end, not proofread!

author's note: IM SO BAD WITH WARNINGS SO PLS LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING. i kind of included high valyrian (as in the language from game of thrones + house of the dragon) bc im currently in my asoiaf era so YEAH. also, anon, i'm sorry if i botched this, i kind of messed up the end but this has been sitting in my inbox for so long; I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY&lt;3

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AS SNAPE DRONED on about Wit-Sharpening Potions and their advantages, you began fiddling with your silver bracelets, seeming to zone out of the lesson as the thought of dragons entered your mind. Your tongue licked your bottom lip rimmed with strawberry-flavoured gloss whilst you acted as if you were paying attention, flitting your eyes over to the back of Professor Snape’s greasy-haired head.

At this moment in time, you were bored out of your mind. There was nothing more riveting than the words of your historic fiction books, often containing stories about families with the blood of their dragons running through their veins. Instead, you were here in Potions class, preparing for your approaching OWLs, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyelids fought to stay open. You did not even have the comforts of your twin brother, the well-revered Blaise Zabini, who had begun skipping class to see his “greatest love” (his words, not yours), Luna Lovegood. Others thought her to be a strange girl, especially because her mother was a powerful witch. Though Pandora Lestrange (who had never fitted in with her family) was known for her skills and her friendship with Regulus Black, she married Xenophilius Lovegood, who was now the editor of the Quibbler. He was stranger than his daughter, and many students theorised that it was him who filled Luna’s head with such… Such bizarre assumptions.

You, much to one’s dismay, quite liked the fourth year. Luna was often correct with her words and had interesting stories about her mother, to whom you had admired dearly.

Thankfully, something had caught your gaze. Unfortunately, it seemed to be much worse than the lecture you were enduring. Your eyes widened at the sudden appearance of a paper sparrow, the bird flying around in the air as it landed in the palms of your hands. You pulled a face, glimpsing at the faces around the godforsaken dungeon before stopping at a particular platinum-haired, blue-eyed boy, gazing at you with a goofy grin as the confusion written on your face contorted into vast annoyance.

The boy you met eyes with was the one and only Draco Malfoy. Son of the ‘wonderful’ Lucius Malfoy and beautiful Narcissa Black, he would’ve been raised with privileged views about the wizarding world, uttering vile words against those ‘below’ him and his maniacal pureblood ancestry. Quite frankly, you  had hated Malfoy ever since first year, regretting you had ever spoken to him because now…

Now he would not leave you be.

It had been five years since your first encounter. Draco had ensured that over the course of the half-decade, he’d never leave your holy presence. You could not, for the life of you, figure out what his obsession with you was about. Yes, you were pureblooded. Yes, you were Slytherin. Everything else about you did not, at all, reflect his persona.

Except, perhaps, his ever-repeating threats. The only difference between yours and his words against others was that you always had the will to act on them.

You were never one for affection. In the five years you’d been in this school, you hadn’t obtained a single crush. Kisses were shared in your fourth year with a Ravenclaw, but that was it. Your mother, the famed woman who had married seven husbands, but had died tragically and had left her with mounds of gold, had always taught you to not waste your time with boys in your academic years, for they were merely children. Instead, you should wish for a man, one like your father (who was also dead, but had died because of a disease when you and Blaise were young. Your mother still yearned for his presence daily).

You didn’t bother opening up the sparrow, knowing that it merely contained his one-hundredth love confession. What you did in reply was a little cruel, but you did not care. Instead, you crumpled the bird into a little ball right before him, seeing Draco’s expression crumble as you wore your signature sarcastic smile, throwing the paper ball behind you, huffing before looking back at Snape, who now had eyes on you.

“Miss Zabini,” Snape sounded out quietly, you realising that he had just witnessed you discard parchment across his floor. “Another brilliant display of Slytherin’s impeccable manners, I see,” he reprimanded, sarcasm encasing his tone as you refrained from correcting him. “Perhaps you’d like to continue this performance by littering the entire dungeon, just to make sure everyone is fully aware of your utter disregard for cleanliness and decorum.”

You pressed your lips together, hearing the quiet sniggers from other houses enter your ears as you exhaled through your nose, meeting Draco’s stare before glancing at Snape.

“I apologise, Professor,” you replied meekly, though not regretfully. Snape recognised this, but he did not say anymore, returning to what he said prior the supposed interruption.

Sighing to yourself after hearing another cry for your attention, you turned your head at the sudden ‘psst!’ from across the dungeon, the irises of your eyes growing dark as Draco shot you a wink. The sudden glint of his silver snake ring caught your eye, causing you to raise an eyebrow out of interest. Yet, you regained composure, tutting at his behaviour, staring at him no longer.

Draco Malfoy would be the death of you. The funniest thing of all was that he would not be delighted if such things ever came to be true.

In the corners of the Great Library, you sat alone, your eyes widened with amazement as you whispered the words of a foreign language unbeknownst to many, smiling as you began to uncover the secrets of your fictitious world. However, from across your table, Draco and his small band of friends (consisting of Theo, Blaise, and Pansy) sat with their own share of textbooks. They did not, of course, share the same interest as you did. Draco kept a watchful eye, his chin resting in the palms of his hands, the pupils of his blue eyes dilating into hearts as Theo and Pansy shared a disgusted look. They weren’t disgusted by you, but Draco’s continuous rants about you.

��Merlin, isn’t she gorgeous?” Draco murmured, practically drooling over the pages of some novel as Blaise snatched it from under him, shaking his head as he sighed.

“I know that. She is my sister,” Blaise grumbled, his knuckles resting on his forehead. He whispered into Theodore’s ear, extremely bothered. “I cannot take this love-sick nonsense any longer—”

“You aren’t very good at whispering,” Pansy mocked, twirling her quill as she leaned into her seat, smirking at the fact that Draco hadn’t heard a single word.

“You’re acting like you hadn’t been doing the same with Lovegood the last month,” Theo pointed out, matching Pansy’s smugness as Blaise rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been following Luna around for the last five years!” Blaise retorted, leaning back in his seat as he watched Draco twist his ring around his finger.

“She was staring at my ring earlier. Should I give it to her?” Draco suggested, no one paying attention to him as Pansy piped up.

“Perhaps I would be a better match for [Y/N/N],” Pansy joked, getting a reaction out of both Draco and Blaise.

“NO!” They said simultaneously, causing Pansy to tsk as she rested her legs on the edge of the wooden table. Draco then stood up, taking in a deep breath as Blaise furrowed his eyebrows at him. He would have protested, but Draco had already sauntered off towards your desk.

“Balerion... Zȳhon perzys iksin hae zōbrie hae zȳhon ñelly, zȳhon tīkuni sīr rōvabona giez lenton sia ipradārin bē isse pōja sȳndor skori ziry rēbagon,” you read fluently, biting your bottom lip from smiling ever so widely as you read the Valyrian words with awe. Your necklace dangled from your neck, hitting the constant stripes of your loose, Slytherin tie as you looked up suddenly, hearing someone clear their throat.

“Merlin’s left fucking tit,” you seethed, snapping your book shut as you met the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy with a hard gaze, pushing your novel away from the platinum-haired boy so it didn’t feel his stench.

“Hello, [Y/N],” Draco replied, his voice ten times softer than yours (was your tone ever gentle?) as you ran your hands through your hair.

“I do not understand why you keep bothering me—”

“A gift,” Draco interjected, aggravating you even more as he took out his left hand, removing his ring that bore a snake. You furrowed your eyebrows, realising that it was the same ring you had eyed earlier and you stood up abruptly, looking up at his towering figure.

“A-are you serious—?” you began, disbelieved.

“I know how much you like your accessories and this would look great with your Yule Ball dress—”

“I do not want the stupid ring and I’m not even going to the—”

“It would look better on you than on me—”

“Shut up,” you groaned, not understanding how gravely Draco felt for you as he became quiet almost immediately, almost like an obedient dog. You were a little surprised, but you feigned nonchalance. “Listen, I appreciate the offering, but I looked at it for not even ten seconds! That does not mean I actually want it, Malfoy.”

Draco remained silent, almost like he was contemplating her words as her chest heaved of simmered frustration. And then, he nodded, giving you a brief smile before turning around, heading towards the Library’s exit. You pulled another face, irritated beyond compare before stuffing your hands in the pockets of your robes.

That was until you felt a cold metal in the right one.

You pulled it out, cursing under your breath as your head cocked towards Draco’s friend group, where your brother also sat. Scoffing at Draco’s notion, your feet carried you to Blaise, where you slammed the ring on his table, causing Theodore to sit completely upright.

“Well, hello there, love—” Theodore began with his deep voice, only to be swatted on the head by Blaise.

“Blaise, I swear on Salazar’s grave, if you do not get Malfoy to leave me alone, I will feed your organs to our dead stepfather,” you hissed, leaning forward as Pansy bit her bottom lip, fighting the urge to grin.

“Which one?” Blaise remarked, his eyes still trained on his book as you snatched it out of his hands, giving him a warning look as he sighed. “Just accept the ring—”

“NO!” You yelled, leaving the ring on the table as you thudded the novel against its wood before Theodore, once again, jumped at the noise as you left, leaving a vexed Blaise, an exasperated Irma Pince (who had flinched at the sudden outburst, and Pansy), who seemed to be falling in love with you every second.

As the soles of your Doc Martens entered your Common Room the following week, you made your way over to the couch, rubbing your wrists because of the hair ties that had strangled them. Your gaze had been on them the entire time, so long that as soon as you looked up, a few stares were coming your way, wrinkling your eyebrows as you looked them up and down. It was natural for some Slytherins—mostly girls—to dislike you purely because of Blaise. Not your twin specifically, but they were jealous of the attention you received from his friends, Theodore and Draco. It was the same for Pansy, even though (as much as you admired her) she had been horrible to everyone she’s ever met.

In all respects, you were not rude. You just didn’t like talking with people. A totally understandable prospect, right?

Back to the situation at hand, you had just approached the couch, freezing when you saw the amount of people huddled around an object on the sofa. You tutted, weaving your way past, most likely stepping on someone’s toes. You only wanted to sit down and rest your feet.

“Salazar’s sakes, can you move—?!” You began to raise your voice, but your words quickly died down in your throat, noting the extremely large package resting on the velvet cushions of the emerald couch. You glanced at the girl beside you, recognising her to be Daphne Greengrass, who smiled slightly before handing you an envelope.

“It’s for you…” She nodded awkwardly, giving the box a glance before turning away from you. You looked at the envelope, seeing that the seal wax was in your favourite colour, the actual symbol being a dragon.

Curious, you opened it, your fingers lightly grazing the parchment as your eyes moved along the page, the cursive letters peaking your curiosity. There was a dry flower taped to the note and you picked it off with care, the corners of your mouth briefly curling when you saw your favourite rose, looking fresh.

‘Dearest [Y/N],

I hope this note finds you well. As the annual ball approaches, I wanted to extend an invitation to you. I've chosen a dress and jewellery set that I believe would compliment your elegance and beauty. Please consider it a gesture of goodwill, with no expectations or strings attached.

 I wanted to offer this gift and extend an olive branch in the hope that we can enjoy a pleasant evening together, even if it's just as friends. If you still decide not to attend with me, I completely understand and respect your choice.

Wishing you happiness and looking forward to whatever the future holds for us, whether as friends or acquaintances.

Sincerely,

D.M.’

“How romantic,” Pansy’s voice suddenly appeared against your ear, a smirk tugging on her lips as she looked you up and down, seeing you eye the box with agitation. You cock your head to face her, your lips pressing together.

“Go away, Pans,” you mumbled, scrunching the note up as you shoved it in your pocket. You kept the rose, however, safely in your other pocket, too pretty to be destroyed. You picked up the box, throwing a look to whoever else that dared to gawk at you before descending up the staircase towards your dorm with a huff.

“Did she like it?” Draco’s voice suddenly boomed in Pansy’s ear as she jumped, pushing the blonde boy away, still gazing at where you had gone.

“She hasn’t even opened it, you twat,” Pansy retorted, walking past him as she made her way towards Theo, giving him a pleading look as he pulled the cigarette from between his lips.

“What?” He asked in a hushed voice, but immediately widened his eyes when Draco began nearing them. “Shit—”

“Did she like the rose?” Draco asked once more, his gaze becoming frantic as he looked at the stairwell. Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, stubbing out his cigarette as he tossed it aside.

“I mean, she kind of smiled—”

“She smiled?!” Draco guffawed, his lips curving into a wide grin as he sighed dreamily, sitting on the armchair beside Theo. Both Pansy and Theo shared another look as the short-haired girl sucked in a breath, forcing a smile on her lips.

“I wouldn’t say that, Draco. Like, she was a little flattered that someone knew her favourite flower—”

“Rose.”

“Flower,” Pansy repeated, feeling irked as she crossed her arms. “But the smile dropped as soon as she saw it was you who gave her the dress.”

“She smiled,” was all Draco said, gleeful as he leaned into his seat, staring at the ceiling as he began to daydream.

“Fucking hell,” Theo muttered, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his brown hair. “What are we gonna do with this kid?”

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”

You had unwrapped the box. You had taken out the dress. You had taken out the jewellery, as well as the shoes and whatever else. You expected to hate everything in the gift box, predicting that you would’ve shredded the gown to pieces by now

But this guy had bought a dress so ethereal that it had suited all your tastes. You were satisfied with what was in front of you.

Donned with sequins, the dress was in a mermaid-cut style, which would’ve accentuated your curves perfectly. The bodice had a perfected pleated detailing on the waist, the gems glowing under the light of your room as your fingers itched to trail across the silk. The gown featured romantic puff sleeves which would line up your chest with a flattering square neckline. Overall, it was an airy dress that reached to the floor, creating a beautiful silhouette that would make you glow, the ivory satin of the dress increasing your beauty since it contrasted with your skin tone perfectly.

The jewellery was a whole different story. Draco had bought stones so expensive that you didn’t think you’d be able to wear them, the necklace could potentially weigh your neck down. The actual diamonds were in your favourite colour, but the crystals were silver and would rest above your cleavage excellently. There was also a matching ring with the same diamond.

Hesitantly, you reached for the ring, trying it on every finger. Shuddering, you raised your eyebrows, realising the ring would only fit on your actual ring finger. You scoffed, tossing the ring back into the box, disregarding the crème-coloured heels as you sat on the edge of your bed, head in your hands.

You were lost. This was too much. The dress was gorgeous. Simple, but exquisite. The jewellery was impeccable, and you wondered momentarily if these jewels actually belonged to the Malfoy family.

You turned your head, beginning to tug on your bottom lip with your teeth as you jigged your thighs up and down, at a crossroads. You couldn’t wear this and not go with Draco. That would just be downright cruel.

Damn, you began to think. Damn, damn, damn.

“Blaise.”

No response.

“I know you can hear me.”

No response.

“Your book is upside down.”

“I think the fuck not,” Blaise shot back, checking to see if Draco’s statement was correct. Blaise narrowed his eyes, closing them fleetingly as he jerked his head to the side, meeting the blue, wide-eyed boy’s face with exasperation.

“Stop asking me about my sister.”

“No.”

“Merlin’s fucking balls, Malfoy—”

“I just want to know if she’s going with me tonight. It’s been days since I’ve given her the dress! I haven’t gotten an answer!” Draco interjected, his hands clasped in front of him, almost as if he was begging Blaise. His best friend slumped in his seat, dropping his book onto the table before him as he placed his hands behind his head.

“I. Do. Not. Know,” Blaise reaffirmed, granting him a sarcastic smile, his eyes locking onto someone else as he let out a groan.

You had entered the study hall, eyes scanning the classroom before they landed on your twin brother. You sighed in relief, fiddling with your watch as you cursed, noting it was five minutes past six.

As you stood before Blaise, you made eye contact with Draco, curtly nodding at him as you cleared your throat.

“Where’s Pansy?” You asked quietly, looking around the room once again to see if she was there. Blaise shrugged, which didn’t help you at all. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know.When will people stop asking me questions I don’t have the answer to?” Blaise  questioned, causing you to roll your eyes before you fled, rushing down the hallways towards the dungeons.

Draco was staring at Blaise expectantly, his lips pressed together as he leaned forward. “Well?”

“End my life already,” he grumbled, closing his eyes. “She nodded at you. Which means she’s going.”

“With me?”

“No. Cormac McGlaggen.”

“WHAT—?!”

“SHUT UP.”

Meanwhile, you had found Pansy making out with some girl from Hufflepuff. Sighing, you pulled her away from the girl, causing the other to feel embarrassed as Pansy pulled your hands off her.

“What’s your problem?” Pansy muttered, fixing her hair as you threw her a look, smiling once you saw that the Hufflepuff had scurried off.

“I… need a favour,” you shrugged, smiling awkwardly as your lips thinned. She pulled a face, causing you to shove her shoulder.

“What is it, then?” You puffed your cheeks, looking around the hallway as you fiddled with your hands behind your back, wanting to pull out your hair.

“Needyoutodressmyhair,” you talked under your breath, causing Pansy to furrow her eyebrows as she crossed her arms.

“Eh?” You threw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I need you to dress my hair.”

A gasp escaped Pansy’s lips, her hands across her chest as she tilted her head, smiling mockingly as smiled at her back bitingly.

“Your first thought was me? Aw, [Y/N]!” Pansy waved you off, sighing contently, you having enough of her as you grabbed her wrist, dragging her away to your dorm.

You had waited until everyone else was gone to exit the Slytherin Common Room, already infected with nerves as you stepped carefully across the floor, slowly walking towards the Great Hall. Surprisingly, you had finished getting ready (with the help of Pansy and a lot of magic) in under two hours, leaving you enough time to make sure you didn’t trip on the way to the Yule Ball.

You didn’t know what Draco had worn, wanting to see what he looked like—only to make sure he didn’t make you look bad. Pansy had done your eye makeup since you didn’t know how, your friend going for a [Y/F/C] eyeshadow palette that winged your eyes. Your lip colour was as deep as the richest of raspberries from the Forbidden Forest. Your hair was in a braided crown, white daisies blooming in the tresses of your locks as the rest of your hair flowed down, the length ending at your middle-back. Large stones hung from your ears, matching with your necklace that felt heavy on your collarbone.

Heels clicking against the stone of the castle, you finally got to the staircase that led straight to the Great Hall. You gripped the wall anxiously, Draco’s ring on your right ring finger as you peeked around the corner, eyes softening (only slightly) once your eyes had landed on your date.

From what you could see, Draco looked as handsome as he always was—you’d never admit that to his face. Draco was dressed in a robe tuxedo, his dress shirt and bowtie the same ivory white like your gown. The buttons of his shirt sparkled under the flames of the torches in the hallway as he checked his watch, scratching his chin as he waited for you. He also wore a black cumberbund, to your astoundment, his robes as dark as the bewitched night sky in the Great Hall. Lastly, his signature snake ring, the one you refused to keep the other week in the Library, bore his middle finger on his right hand, which defined the veins in his hand as he flexed it.

Now or never, now or never, now or never, you repeated in your mind, silently stepping out of the shadows. Your heels clicked against the first step, causing Draco’s head to pick up. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught his gaze, your hands falling to your sides as you walked carefully down the staircase.

You tried so hard not to trip, but luckily for you, Draco seemed ready to catch you as he stood at the end of the stairs, catching your hand as you instinctively reached out for him. You thanked him with a small smile, steadying yourself on the ground floor as you looked up at him, his towering figure seeming to fit in with you perfectly.

“Sorry. Sort of took my time,” you mumbled, scratching the space behind your ear. Abruptly, the jewellery set Draco gifted you suddenly felt light, no longer itching your skin away as Draco’s touch warmed your hands, your fingers coincidentally on his vena amoris in his wrist—vein of love—that led to his ring finger and connected to the veins of his beating heart. You gulped, praying he didn’t know that as he smiled softly, his gloved thumb running over the palm of your right hand.

“‘s fine. I got you something,” Draco replied, catching you off guard as you hesitated, your mouth ajar.

“You’ve gotten me enough things, Malfoy,” you chuckled, averse. You didn’t want Draco to spend so much on you—must he insist on buying you things all the time?

Yet, as soon as you saw the final gift, your lips parted in astonishment, staring at the corsage that Draco had taken out of his pocket. You looked up at him, the peach of the rose pinned to the corsage gleaming at you as he watched your amazed face carefully, scanning it for confirmation before he slipped it onto your wrist. You gulped once again, your throat raw as you didn’t know what to say.

“You… you didn’t have to buy me a corsage,” you murmured quietly, staring at your painted toenails, refusing to meet his gaze as his hand moved to link your arms together.

“What kind of date would I be if I didn’t get you a corsage?” he responded gently, earning a cool blush from you, clearing your throat as you picked your head up, nodding.

Draco sensed that you didn’t want to talk anymore, noting the redness that appeared in your cheeks. He decided not to speak on it, knowing that you would probably glare him to the ground. Instead, he led you towards the Great Hall, the soft sound of organs and harps entering your ears as the corners of your lips turned upwards, entering the room with a heart rate that quickened every second.

A number of students (from fourth year and above) were in attendance. Yet, every single pair of eyes were on the pair of you. You gripped Draco’s arm tightly, glancing at him as he reciprocated, leading you to where your friend group stood. The first dance hadn’t happened yet.

“Merlin, bless your souls,” Pansy sighed, faking tears as she hung off Theo’s arm, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fuck off,” you tutted, pressing your lips together. You eyed her appearance, relenting slightly as you mumbled. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” she retorted, winking at you as Blaise appeared with Luna. Luna widened her eyes in admiration, reaching out to touch your puff sleeves.

“You look beautiful, [Y/N]. Like a dove!” she complimented sweetly, Blaise nodding in agreement, but refusing to say anything. He smiled, glancing at Draco, who only had eyes for you.

“Thank you, Luna,” you smiled, the only real smile you had given today. “You looked gorgeous,” you added, raking your eyes over the light blue satin of her gown.

“Guys, the first song is going to start,” Theo announced, his arm around Pansy as he dragged her to the floor, the pair of them giggling to themselves, seeming to be a little tipsy. Blaise also kissed the back of Luna’s hand, pulling her along gently as they made their way towards the middle of the room.

You glanced at Draco, your smile still lingering as you looked at your feet.

“Would you do me the honour and grant me a dance, Miss Zabini?” Draco murmured, his tone soft as your tongue poked your cheek, utterly wordless.

“I might step on your toes,” you breathed, your voice quiet as his thumb brushed against your fingers.

“I won’t mind,” he replied, smiling as he took the lead, causing you to follow him to the middle of the hall. You looked around, copying everyone else’s movements as you wrapped your arms around his neck, staring up at him with uneasiness.

“Relax,” he whispered against your ear, your shoulders immediately losing their tenseness as his hands pressed against your hips, guiding you as your feet followed his, syncing to the slow song that played in the background as the lights dimmed. You gazed into his eyes, not wanting to stare at anyone else, aware that others were sending you looks.

“Why does every girl have to have a crush on you?” you questioned, your gaze dropping as you felt unease. Draco tutted, tilting your chin up as you swallowed imaginary air, shivering under the coldness of his glove.

“Thought you didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion,” he mused, causing you to give him a bored look. 

“‘course I care. Just look at their patronising stares. It’s unnerving,” you grimaced, rolling back your shoulders as he twirled you around, his hands travelling up your waist as he picked you up, spinning you around whilst you gasped.

“I’m not looking at them. I’m looking at you,” Draco said softly, shrugging playfully as you scoffed lightly, feeling your cheeks warm once again. “You look stunning, [Y/N]. Absolutely stunning,” he whispered, his minty breath fanning against your face as your expression softened.

“Well, um, this is the gown you bought me,” you chuckled. You always felt weird whenever you accepted a compliment.

“It is,” he replied, his grin still tugging on his lips, “I may have picked out the gown, but it's you who makes it look so graceful… You are the definition of elegance, [Y/N] Zabini,” he whispered, a little breath escaping your lips as he brought you closer.

“I… I’ve hated you for so long,” you uttered, furrowing your eyebrows. “But you never gave up after the amount of times I’ve rejected you. Why?” Draco thought for a moment, taking in your delicate countenance.

“I don’t really know. I think I never gave up because I genuinely care about you. I saw something special in you, and I was willing to keep trying because I believe in us.” The entire time, Draco had kept true to his words, his voice fragile, as if he was going to break at any moment. He honestly could not believe that you had finally given him a chance.

You didn’t know what to say. You stared at him, disbelieved, tilting your head to the side as your expression faltered. And then, you knew what to do, your eyes flickering from his eyes, to his lips.

Hesitantly, you encaptured his lips with yours, your hands reaching up to his hair as Draco was taken by surprise, but kissed back nonetheless. You were never good with your words, but your actions always made up for it. Your noses touched as you mewled helplessly, allowing him to capture all of you as he smiled against your lips, almost wanting to scoop you up and take you out of here.

A flash suddenly caused you two to pull away, squinting your eyes as the pair of you turned to the side, letting go of each other as you stood there, mouth agape. Colin Creevey, a fourth year, had pictured your kiss with his rather massive camera, the younger kid smiling at the photo with satisfaction.

“Fucks sakes,” Draco grumbled at the fourth year as you picked up your dress, snatching the camera off Creevey with a stare so defiant, it could kill the Dark Lord himself.

“Hey—!”

“You people are not ruining tonight for me,” you snapped, knowing exactly who set this up, shooting Blaise and Theo a snarky smile before deleting the picture almost immediately, shoving the camera back into the boy’s arms before grasping one of Draco's fingers and leading him out of the floor, the Slytherin prince happily following behind you with an adoring smile across his lips.

The finger you just so happened to grab was his ring finger of his left hand. This very particular finger, as stated before, had a special sort of vein that growed throughout the body, stopping at the middle of Draco's heart—vena amoris.

Was it a coincidence that you took Draco's ring finger instead of his hand? I think not.

For he had fought his way into your heart for years, and now, you had entered his.

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Marauders+ other peep’s reaction to the reader getting a piercing?

Hi!! Since I’ve been inactive for a few weeks I decided to add a lot more characters for this reaction,

this includes: Lily, Marlene, Bellatrix, Molly, Mary, Dorcas, Alice, Arthur, Barty Crouch Jr, Severus, Gideon, Fabian, Frank,

The main boys have a slightly bigger reaction than the rest, but in majority these aren’t that long! I hope you enjoy it, xoxo.

Marauders + Other Peeps reactions to you getting a new piercing

Word count: 1.4K

[ Warnings: mostly gender neutral with some female terms/nicknames, mention of needles/blood, etc… ]

James Potter:

- you didn't tell him that you were going to get another piercing, so he sees you during the first class of the day and he flips.

- After class, he ditches the rest of the Marauders and zooms over to you.

- "uh hello beautiful? What's that impeded in your skin?"

- he has a funny tone, but he's worried that you hurt yourself. He likes the piercings you have, but he just wishes you did it professionally.

- "Okay, are you cleaning it? Did you sanitize everything you used? It looks irritated, let's go to the infirmary,"

- he worries that you might get an infection, but when you tell him everything's fine, he calms down.

- "you look beautiful with it,"

Peter Pettigrew:

- he likes when you get new piercings, he always buys you more accessories as gifts. He doesn't understand the idea behind them, but he thinks you look cute.

- one day, you walk into his room with your piercing kit. Grabbing Peter's hand, you take him to the bathroom and sit him on the toilet.

- " I wanna get a new piercing," you state, smiling as you turn over and start to clean up. Peter is flabbergast, but he watches with his hands on your hip.

- "oh love, did that hurt?" He asked, twitching slightly as he heard the thud from the needle going through.

- after you finished, he smiled and kissed your cheek.

Remus Lupin:

- you tell him that you're thinking about getting a piercing and he encourages you to do it.

- he didn't think you would, since you have been talking about it for a long time. But when you stride over confidently to where he sat at the Gryffindor table, he instantly knows what you did.

- he enjoys your confidence, hugging you with a kiss.

- "let me see, I wanna see how pretty you look with it,"

- the new piercing compliments you well and Remus makes all his friends compliment you for the new look.

- "you look good bun, I hope it doesn't hurt too bad,"

Regulus Black:

- After you finish piercing and cleaning up, you go and find Regulus to tell him.

- when you tackle him with a hug from behind, he turns around and scoops you in his arms.

- "oh mon amour, I needed that...-what the hell did you do?"

- he grabs your face and tilts it, looking at the piercing. You explain what you did and Regulus only shakes his head.

- "oh amour, Merlin. You could have hurt yourself,"

- he is gentle with that area for a few days, making sure that you're okay and periodically checking that it's getting cleaned.

- He likes it more than he would admit.

Sirius Black:

- "you pierced without me! You traitor!"

- if he doesn't have that piercing done, he will go to the bathroom and do it himself so he can match with you.

- he only gives a giant smile when you start to yell at him, blood seeping from the pierced skin.

- "what! I just wanted to match with my lover, is that so bad?"

- He kisses around the area where your piercing is, even pinching the delicate skin so he can get a reaction out of you.

- "Alright, I'll stop! You're just too cute. It looks really good, I'm glad you did it."

- a gift for being inactive for so long -

Alice Fortescue:

- her eyes sparkle as she looks at it, her soft fingers touching your skin gently so she can peer closer at the jewel.

- "it looks so pretty! Did it hurt?"

- when you tell her all about it; she just smiles and listens. She will probably go back to her dorm and tell all her dorm mates about it.

- "Did you see [ name ] new piercing? They look so cool!"

Bellatrix Black:

- "huh? What the hell is that in your skin?!"

- she grabs your face and just turns it every direction, eyes wide with the grittiest look in them. She doesn't understand until you explain it to her.

- "why would you ever want to do that?"

- you explain that you just enjoy it, she looks one more time at it before just shrugging it off. It takes her a while to get used to it.

- "Can you give me a piercing? I want to match,"

Dorcas Meadows:

- "Hey, you got a new piercing!"

- she asks you all about it, thinking there is a deeper meaning behind your want for it.

- she lets you talk all about it, her eyes intense as she listens to you talk and show her all your piercings.

- "Wow... you're so pretty. You are the most genuine human I have ever seen; I love your soul,"

Lily Evans:

- "... are you making sure you’re cleaning it properly?"

- Lily Evans is definitely the parent/mom in the relationship, she just wants to make sure it doesn't get infected and that you hurt yourself.

- "YOU DID IT BY YOURSELF?! I mean, it looks good but you should have gotten a professional!"

- she lectures you, but she thinks you look really good with it and compliments you.

Mary MacDonald:

- "something different about you..."

- she looks you over with a finger to her chin, thinking about what you did to change your appearance.

- after a while, she shrugs. "I don't know what it is, tell me!"

- when you show her the piercing, her eyes light up as she gets really close to you.

- "wow! That's so cool, Marlene as one just like yours! You pull it off really well,"

Marlene McKinnon:

- "Hey... where matching!"

- she will show you her piercings, explaining the history behind them.

- every time she sees you, she'll make sure you're doing alright and it doesn't hurt.

- she probably wants to start a "piercing party", where a bunch of people come over for a sleepover and pierce each other. Lily shut down the idea before it could even begin.

Molly Prewett:

-"ugh! You're so lucky, my mum won't let me!"

- "you look fucking brilliant though, pull it off better than most people,"

- she is constantly looking at it, asking you questions and poking it.

- as a gift, she will probably give you more piercings to try out to switch with your current one.

Arthur Weasley:

- he taps you on the shoulder, watching as you turn around.

- "What is that?"

- you explain to him what it is and how you do it, his eyes get wider as you explain it's a common thing.

- "is that a muggle thing?"

- He understands ear piercings, but other body parts make him confused. But in general, he thinks you pull it off.

Barty Crouch Jr:

- His eyes instantly go to the piercing, his eyes moving with it as you talk. When you get his attention, he just smiles weirdly and licks his lips.

- "it looks hot,"

- He laughs when you punch his shoulder lightly, rubbing his arm.

- He probably has nipple piercings (because his dad said he couldn't pierce his skin, but of course Barty rebelled out). He would show you, lifting his shirt as he showed them off.

- "ya like them? I did them myself,"

Frank Longbottom:

- his eyes go wide as he looks at your piercing, finding it fascinating how you use piercings to showcase who you are.

- "hi... hi yeah, I just wanted to say that you are absolutely stunning,"

- he keeps flattering you, absolutely in awe at the new look.

- in class, he has to get reminded to pay attention. He finds himself constantly looking towards you, his chin resting in his palm.

Fabian Prewett:

- his tongue pokes out as he watches you from afar, not understanding why there was a jewel in your skin.

- "Hey... HEY! Wait up speedy! What's that thingy you got in your skin? Is it some type of disease?"

- when you explain what it is, his mouth agape as he sticks out his tongue.

- "Do you think I can get a tongue piercing? Ya know... for the lady's,"

Gideon Prewett:

- "wow... WOW,"

- he just stares and pokes it, a smile on his face as you swat his hand away.

- "Is this a prank? How did it go in?"

- "a... A NEEDLE?"

- when you burst out laughing, he starts to awkwardly laugh in confusion.

Severus Snape:

- he would think you looked funny and would tell you his thoughts.

- "it looks dumb, you looked fine before,"

- when you told him why you did it, he just sorta grimaced and shrugged his shoulders.

- "Whatever, if you like it then there's nothing I can do,"

- If you start to get more piercings, he would sort of just give a weird look but not mention it.

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Winter In The Shade III

Part III

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2383

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: Mentions of food. / Eating. /

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Regulus' eyes opened immediately at the mention of his brother. With furrowed eyebrows he stared at you deeply “What?” he asked cautiously, his mind still registering your question.

You moved to sit closer to him, knees touching as you looked for his eyes “Sirius,” you repeated “Can you tell me about him?”

He stayed in silence for what felt like hours, his eyes hardened as you saw him put his walls up again. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he closed himself at your question but now you wondered how sensitive the subject was for him to be looking at you the way he looked at everyone else.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked with pursed lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze so hard over you that it forced you to look away from him and down to your lap.

“I- well, I know you are close to him but you barely talk about him. Actually, I think I’ve never seen you talk to him.” you explained, hoping he couldn’t read you and see that it was more than just mere curiosity.

“We’re not close.” he said sharply, his voice bitter.

“Oh… okay.” you nodded, playing with the grass underneath you “I just assumed you were.” you said with a smile, trying to get him to relax as you changed the subject “What do you want to do over the weekend?” your arm moved to nudge his side, a playful smile on your face.

“What do you want to do?” he asked back, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Your heart broke as you stared at him, his eyes void as he tried and failed to put on a smile for you, you knew you had killed his mood for the time being and you felt terrible, your own smile falling as you shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know.” you mumbled “I always choose, I thought you’d have something you want to do.”

Regulus didn’t move and you thought he might be just thinking. With your head low, you missed the way his eyes stared down at you, watching the way you thoughtlessly played with your hands as you waited for his answer. He knew you better than you would like to admit, you were never one to keep your head low. You felt bad for asking him about Sirius, retreating to the world inside your head so you would do no more harm. And he felt the knot in his stomach tightening for how he reacted, how his reaction affected you; but still he couldn’t help it, it was second nature for him to put his guard up at the mention of his brother. He wanted to tell you to never ask about Sirius again, that no matter what you heard he wouldn’t talk about it but he could see you were already overthinking everything you had done since the question crossed your mind. He said nothing and just appreciated the fact that you stayed with him and that, that’s what made you different from everyone else. Even if you didn’t understand why he reacted the way he did, even if you didn’t know what had happened between him and Sirius, you didn’t push it and you stayed when you could have easily walked away like he had seen you do with others when they stepped out of line. You stayed with him, and even if he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave, he stayed there with you. You stayed for each other.

“I’m fine with anything you want to do.” he told you after minutes of silence.

Your head rose up in surprise “Really?” you asked with a small smile.

He nodded, his face relaxed “Really.” he said, turning on his side as he started to get on his feet, your eyes following his movements closely “I have to go and get something from my dorm. Wait for me here?” he said.

You nodded and sat back as he started to walk away, your eyes suddenly falling on the small group of people a few meters from you, all of them laughing and running around, nothing out of the ordinary but you stared too long. They must have felt your gaze on them, the one wearing glasses and a permanent smirk turning to the one at his side, patting him in the shoulder as he motioned his head towards you.

You jumped to your feet, running the small distance to the castle “Reg!” you yelled, grabbing the ends of your scarf as it flew over your face. He stopped at the sudden sound on your voice, looking over your shoulder in confusion before his eyes settled on you.

“What 's wrong?” he asked, his hand reaching for yours in an instant as he linked his arm with yours.

You smiled, shaking your head “Can I go with you?” you asked out of breath “I don’t really fancy staying there all alone.” you told him.

He looked back to where you sat not a minute ago, looking for any sign you were lying but saw none. “Of course.” he said, his eyes lingering in the distance before he shook his head, resuming his walk with you at his side.

You looked back once more, seeing the place completely empty but you knew it meant nothing. You had seen Sirius and he had seen you leave.

*******

The weekend was spent doing more things that you or Regulus could actually remember. Even if in all honesty, you two remembered every single detail.

You had forced the both of you to get up early to get breakfast before anyone else, or more like forced Regulus to get you up early because between the two of you, he was both the early bird and the night owl, while you were the sleepy bear.

It was one of your missions to be ghosts during the weekend, to never be seen by anyone else as if you didn’t exist in the perspective of others; and if they did manage to get a glimpse of the two of you, that was all it was, a glimpse of something they would never see again until monday morning. Two entire days for you and him to just exist and bond over simple things and activities, it was the only days he would stay out late with you and you took full advantage of that.

“What are we doing in the kitchens?” he asked as you pulled his hand to keep him walking.

“What do you think?” you asked with a laugh “What do you use kitchens for?” you let go of his hand, starting to rummage over all the things there as he just stared at you.

“Cooking…” he said wearily, his eyes snapping at you as you yelled in triumph.

“And baking!” you beamed, holding the cookie trays over your head “Well, c’mon.” you called him, motioning for him to get close. With a chuckle you turned to face him, ravishing in the completely confused look he had on his face, of course he had never done any baking. “I am sharing my Grandmother's red velvet cookies recipe with you.” you said, taking his hands and rolling his sleeves up for him “It is my pleasure to tell you that you are the only one I would share this recipe with.”

He smiled as you worked on his sleeves, watching you carefully as he gave you his other arm “I’m honored.” he said, meeting your eyes full with excitement.

You clapped your hands before you as you started to move around the kitchen, starting to measure the ingredients as you never ceased to talk, giving instructions and showing him how to get all the things ready. A task that should have been done in an hour took you both at least two; in between laughs, chatting and the small war that got you both covered in flour you emerged from the kitchens once the moon was already shining up in the night sky.

You had baked enough cookies for the week ahead of you, carrying them with you to every class and place you had to go. It was easy to sneak a small piece of it to Regulus or to eat one yourself since you spent the entirety of your time together and shared most of your classes, with the exception of your optative classes. Whilst you and Regulus took a great curiosity for Ancient Runes, you had also opted for studying divination as it woke something in you, how you could interpret different signs to know the future. It was so fun and interesting you couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Regulus thought it was ridiculous to think you could know the future by reading tea leaves but you paid him no mind.

On the days you had Divination, you found yourself wandering the halls alone, a weird sight for anyone who had been paying attention to yours and Regulus’ friendship flourishing. You walked the long hallways to get to the North Tower, a piece of cookie in hand as you took small bites of it, looking everywhere but where you were headed.

“Woah!” exclaimed a voice next to you as they barely stopped on their tracks “We really need to stop meeting like this.” Sirius smiled, looking at you with a smirk.

The corner of your mouth lifted for a fraction of second, your eyes already looking for an escape to not avail “Hello.” you mustered, starting to walk around him only for him to match your steps.

“That 's it?” he asked, baffled “Hello?” he repeated, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

Taking a hesitant look at him you tried to keep looking forward. “That’s still the right term, isn’t?” you said, never stopping to acknowledge him again, not giving him the chance to speak up.

You walked awkwardly next to him until you reached the beginning of the stairs to the Divination classroom, the space narrowed so only one person could fit comfortably, or two people walking very close together. You closed your eyes shut, you were not ready for this.

“Can I help you with something?” you snapped, turning to stare at him as you climbed on the first step of the stairs, looking directly into his eyes. You, of course, took him off guard with the sudden burst of emotion, his mouth opening with no chance to speak “You keep showing up everywhere I am, you walked next to me all the way here when you certainly don’t take divination so tell me, is there something I can help you with?” you spat the words, not even stopping to think them before they were out of your mouth. “Is it- is it because I didn’t tell you my name? Because if you really wanted to know, it’s Y/N. You’re Sirius. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.” you said, turning on your heel and walking up the stairs.

Sirius stopped momentarily to appreciate the beauty of your name, hearing the melody repeating inside his head and how much it fitted you. Y/N, he thought, shaking his head and snapping out of the trance you put him in before he jumped the steps to catch up with you “Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” he said loudly, trying to keep up with your speed “I just want to know you, okay?”

You scrunch your nose in confusion but never stopped, letting his words flow as he said them.

“I think you’re really interesting and, in all honesty, really beautiful.” he said, making you hide your face from him as a flush appeared over your cheeks, but his next words erased all trace of the previous feelings he provoked on you, replacing the fluttery feeling in your stomach with a knot “I’ve seen you with Regulus and heard a lot about..”

“So that’s what this is all about?” you cut him mid sentence, clenching your hands in fists as you turned to him once more “If you want to know about Regulus you can find someone else or ask him yourself.” you said with a huff, crossing your arms as you glared at him, hating the way your heart started to beat harder inside your chest.

Sirius shook his head and climbed the few steps separating you, still leaving a considerable space in between “No, that’s no it.” he explained “You’re just… I’ve already told you, alright? I would like to get to know you.”

Saying you were confused was an understatement, the complete mess of thoughts running inside your head too loud to even form a coherent phrase. You wanted to be sure he was just using you, that he only wanted to mess with Regulus and make him mad, but the glint in his eyes told you nothing but the contrary to that exact thought. What if he was true to his word and just wanted to know you?

You were certain the hurricane of emotions was showing on your face, your eyes glued to his as he took a hesitant step towards you and, when you didn’t back away a smile appeared on his lips, walking in front of you he placed his hand over yours “Y/N.” he whispered.

He sounded just like him.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, slowly moving your hand away from his grasp “I don’t know what happened between you and Regulus and it’s really not my place to ask, I would really hate to get involved.” And pick sides you thought, taking a step back.

You wanted to believe he meant well and just wanted to get close to you but you couldn’t risk getting Regulus hurt. If the sole mention of his brother’s name put his walls up what would happen if he found out his best friend, the only person he let his guard down with and the only one he trusted, was friends with the brother that hurt him so much. You couldn't risk hurting Regulus, not you.

“He’s the only one I have.” you said slowly with a small yet sad smile on your face, and with that you turned.

And again, Sirius let you walk away.

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in the meantime of me working on rcu (regulus cinematic universe), i thought about just sharing some of my own headcanons of other characters who may or may not intervene in regulus's story. these things i will be describing have still happened and are sort of canon in the world where my short stories take place.

please do keep in mind that we all envision marauders & co. in different ways which means my marlene/mary/sirius/remus might not fit your own imagination exactly. i am just opening my imagination to you and you are more than welcome to take whatever fits for your own depiction of the character and leave the rest be. no need for crude words if you do not agree.

if you'll have any questions about a headcanon or are curious to know more of my ideas about a certain character(s) who hadn't been mentioned more in-depth - my inbox is open so please redirect your possible questions over there :)

♥ marlene headcanons over here ♥ → mary headcanons over here ←

now for the star of the show, please welcome dorcas meadowes:

a slytherin queen

definitely poc, in my head she's always been quite short, not petite necessarily but definitely not tall. always felt she would be pan? can't really explain why but it's just a gut feeling?

one of the things that i cannot unsee is that she has very kind eyes? like... i don't know how to really describe it but she's a very sweet and caring person and her eyes just let you know where home is. (i enjoy her casting as laura harrier, she has very memorable beautiful eyes)

peter has an enormous crush on dorcas because she is the way that she is. she sees him - when he's trying to fit in really hard with the guys and is overstepping the line sometimes, or gets ignored by james and sirius.

dorcas picks up on peter's self-esteem issues right away and pays extra attention to him when they are around each other, she tries to talk to him, and engages him in things/conversations/whatever is happening. which just feeds peter's crush even more.

dorcas is intelligent but oblivious. she does not pick up on pete's crush - ever - and she's pretty much the only one. everyone can see it but her.

the guys try to help peter with confessing, but he's too scared she would "politely refuse" and it would be weird between them.

but the marauders, ehm, ehm, james and sirius, try really hard to get him to confess and make peter mad in the process because he told them plenty of times that he doesn't want to. he acts like he's really offended but his silence lasts only for about an hour and then he's joking around with the boys again. he can't help himself.

dorcas's relationship with the marauders is rather complicated. she's neutral towards remus, but she really was not a fan of james and sirius at first. she saw them as mavericks, didn't like how much they would misbehave in class and literally at any other given time. dorcas knew that they had a lot of influence on pete who she saw as very impressionable. she didn't like the influence they had on him, how they shaped him you could say.

but when they grew a bit older and dorcas heard the gossip about what had happened with sirius (she tried to ask regulus about it, but on her relationship with the younger brother later), how james was there for him, how all four of the marauders stuck up for one another... they grew on her.

around year six she became their official friend. sirius was especially fond of her since she was proof that not all slytherins have to be bad people and he would often call her the 'honorary slytherin' at order meetings.

dorcas has a younger brother with who she is not that close, but they still care about each other. his name is wesley, he's a slytherin as well.

wesley never joined the dark side and he never fought in the first wiz. war. he survived it and became an auror to honor dorcas and to make sure that he catches dangerous people sot that nobody has to lose a sister like he did.

wesley ends up marrying a woman called irene. she's from a family full of metamorphmagi but irene only inherited a bit of the gene. she can only change one part of herself - her nose shape.

they have a son together named levi who also inherits the same partial gift and is in slytherin. levi is a year above harry potter. levi ends up having a daughter - aarin dorcas meadowes - who is also partially metamorphmagi, in slytherin and is the same age as albus potter. it's a long story but james sirius and aarin do end up together in the end, it's a wild ride but they are absolutely perfect for one another.

dorcas has a frog! i am not quite sure about the name, but fun fact, avery and rosier put dorcas's frog in mulciber's pants when he's taking a nap in the common room after quidditch practice. regulus is present while it happens and he writes about it in his diary.

regulus is an artsy person. when he was young especially it had been easier to express himself through drawings. he gets better with his words over time. his diary features two drawings of dorcas. playing chess while having her frog in her lap and her running through the hogwarts grounds to hide from the rain hand in hand with pete. regulus sees them from the window in his lesson and as i wrote - everybody but dorcas knows about the crush.

dorcas is also veeeery good at chess. regulus also enjoys chess, so they play matches against each other. there is usually very little talking happening just plain strategy.

but dorcas does like regulus to some extent, there's definitely mutual respect (dorcas is one of the very few people he respects in the school), he's her chess buddy, she smiles and waves at him in the hallways, she's comfortable to sit with him at the slytherin table or at the library while studying.

until he lets it be known that he is fully on the deatheaters side - he's a sixth year and dorcas is in her last year at that point.

she's similar to regulus to a great extent - that's why they gravitated to each other. they are both on the quieter side, big observers, soft-spoken (dorcas all the time, regulus once people get to know him better). both of them hate violence, dorcas tries to avoid conflict as much s possible. she keeps to herself when she has only bad things to say.

but don't get me wrong, when someone pisses her off or does something that steps over the line (and trust me, her line is difficult to overstep, she withstands a lot) her eyes aren't as kind anymore. they can grow very cold suddenly. just as she is understanding with kind eyes, she can turn on her bitch face and be cold as ice.

she'll still be polite to the people she doesn't like (ehm, ehm.. like the marauders at first), she greets them even if they don't greet her back. if she's paired up with them for some exercises or projects, she never lets emotions or some kind of pettiness take over her. she wouldn't try to make their grade worse, hurt them, or embarrass them in front of others to let them know what she thinks of them.

her main reason to join the order and fight to stop the war is the horrible violence that's all around them inflicting pain. she thinks about the little kids at hogwarts, and the ones out there who are too young to even have a wand yet. she thinks of their parents who all must be absolutely terrified for the future of their children. she fights for a brighter future for everyone but families especially. parents can't and shouldn't put themselves in such danger since they have to be there for their kids. so she decides to raise her wand in their place and heads to battle.

inevitably dumbledore pays attention to her and her qualities. so, when he gets a suspicion that they might have a spy amongst them he asks dorcas to pay extra close attention and report back to him if she notices anything strange. she's the only one of the young recruits with a quiet solid nature so dumbledore believes that since she's close with all the youngsters, she'll be more or less able to blend in with the crowd unnoticed, which will allow her to notice possible unusual behavior in the younger ranks. she's probably the best at reading people out of all of them.

dorcas notices that peter has been feeling down a lot lately and tries to speak to him about it. he just says the classic 'it's because of the war, everything is different, it's scary, blablabla'.

but he can't fool her, she knows that something is up, but she would NEVER ever think he could be the spy. never in her wildest dreams. he just does not have the guts to do something like that in her eyes.

but she does follow him to find out what is going on with him. and that's when she comes face to face with voldemort. peter had a meeting with him, it was very early on, maybe like the third time he saw voldemort personally.

voldemort kills dorcas in front of peter and peter feels horrible and blames himself for it.

the marauders and the order think it's because he liked her. that he failed to protect dorcas and regrets not telling her how he felt about her because now she'll never know. that's why they don't grow suspicious about his strange behavior. but that's only a part of why he's distraught.

snape finds out how dorcas died and tells sirius and the rest of the order in 1995, so they finally understand how involved peter truly was.

remus goes to tell her family so that maybe over time they may find peace in knowing what exactly happened to her.

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What about a one where it's wolfstar in hospital but it's Sirius in hospital not Remus?

love it. two posts in two days? online class is really getting boring...

“fucking foul!”

remus looked up from his book, “merlin, peter, you have quite a mouth on you when it comes to quidditch huh?”

peter smiled lightly, “you know, if you actually watched this game i’m sure you’d enjoy it. if james and sirius found out you were reading during the quidditch cup final, they’d kill you. mckinnon too.”

“we have our charms NEWT in two weeks. i’m studying.”

“come on, remus,” lily joined in, “watch the game.” she leaned in close to speak into his ear, “our boys look good in quidditch uniforms, right?”

remus grinned, “knew you had an ulterior motive for watching this game.” he put his book away nonetheless. this game was important to his friends, ergo, it was important to him too. and sirius did look good in a quidditch uniform.

his hair was in a bun which remus loved because he never put it up like that outside the quidditch pitch. his eyes were focused, remus could tell even from a distance; his beaters bat was clutched firmly in his left hand.

“and slytherin seeker regulus black seems to have spotted the snitch!”

an intake of breath rung out upon the commentary and cheers could be heard from the slytherin side.

“regulus black swerves out of the way of a bludger!” the crowd reacted again. “and he’s lost sight of the snitch! an excellent hit from beater sirius black!”

remus grinned, maybe quidditch could be fun. the look on sirius’ face was amazing. james swooped up towards him and clapped him on the shoulder, no doubt shouting praise.

the game continued, with more aggression than before. all eyes were on james who was scoring goals back to back. which is why not many people saw it, but remus was watching sirius, and so he did.

the quaffle was nowhere near sirius, it was metres below him and he was watching the chasers from up above like a hawk. so invested that he was not paying attention to the slytherin beaters.

the bludger came towards benjamin dobbin and he hit it, hard, directly at sirius. it hit him in the head. remus rose from his seat. people hadn’t seen it happen, but they certainly noticed as sirius fell, straight off of his broom.

remus’ hand went straight to his throat as he watched, helpless. madam hooch must have seen the hit as she blew her whistle immediately. james went into a dive but was too slow, sirius hit the floor with a thud.

the gryffindor team were on the ground in an instant, half of them running towards sirius and the others shouting at madam hooch. the slytherin beater responsible was screamed at but remus stopped paying attention to what his punishment was going to be.

“remus, it’s okay,” lily said, clutching his arm. “he’ll be okay.”

“you don’t know that.” remus left. he ran out of the stands and onto the pitch in time to see madam pomfret carey sirius’ limp body back towards the school. the game was put on halt. gryffindor were furious.

remus ran, he didn’t follow them off the pitch and instead sprinted back into the castle, running down the corridors until he made it to the hospital wing. some of the gryffindor team were there already.

“he needs space,” madam pomfrey was insisting. remus couldn’t see james in the crowd. good, he’d probably been let in.

“madam pomfrey,” remus said, desperately. the mediwitch looked at him, considering.

“mr lupin, in. everybody else, i will send janes back to the common room and he can let you know how he is. now please leave me to heal him.”

“thank you,” remus said, his breaths raged.

“i need you to keep your distance too, remus, until i’ve done all i can.”

remus nodded and made a beeline to where james was standing, a few metres away from sirius’ bed.

“moony! did you see it happen?”

“yeah. yeah, benjamin dobbin. hit it at sirius for no reason, clear foul.”

“yes, well, dobbin is suspended from the team, game is on pause. shit, i didn’t even see it! i couldn’t help! they only did it because of that bludger sirius got at regulus i guarantee it.”

sirius was unconscious, not to much surprise. madam pomfrey spent a long time brewing potions and casting spells. when she was satisfied, she stepped away.

“james, he’s okay. four broken ribs but they’ll heal. broken bones here and ther but nothing i can’t fix. he’s hit his head badly but he will come round. the rest of gryffindor have been sent back to the common room, will you let them know?”

james looked at sirius and nodded, “yeah. course.” he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, gave one final glance, and then turned and sprinted away.

“you can stay if you wish,” madam promfrey told him, “i gave him some potion that should bring him round soon, then i need to do some concussion testing. come and get me when he wakes.”

remus slumped into the chair next to the bed and quickly took sirius’ hand into his own. he could feel sirius’ pulse in his wrist, it must have been going at least half the speed of remus’ racing heart.

it took about ten minutes, but then he felt sirius squeeze his hand back and remus half gasped. “sirius,” he whispered.

“did we win?”

remus laughed wetly and kissed sirius’ forehead. “that’s what you care about? sirius, you could’ve died!”

sirius slowly opened his eyes, “but did we?”

“game is on pause, dobbin is suspended. merlin, i was so worried about you.”

sirius smiled, “this is how it feels, you know. every time i see you in here after a full moon.” he tried to sit up but winced and lay back down.

“sirius,” remus said, softly, “you know i’m okay. i have you james and pete, remember.”

“you didn’t used to. and i used to watch you come in here every month and it broke my heart.”

remus kissed his temple, “you gave us all such a fright.”

“sorry. i’ll survive.”

remus was ushered away as madam pomfrey returned. she spent almost an hour with him, running tests, giving him potions, mending broken bones. “okay, that’s it. just the sleeping draught now.”

remus thanked her and sat back down, holding the draught out to sirius. “you’ve been prescribed sleep.”

“and without you here i might actually get the duvet.”

remus smiled, “not too injured for humour i see.”

“never.”

remus kissed him, properly this time. “don’t do that to me again.”

“next time someone knocks me out i’ll stay in my broom, promise.”

“ha ha,” remus replied dryly, “very funny.”

“thanks for staying,” sirius said quietly, taking his hand again.

“you kidding? you stay with me in here every month even when you get no sleep during the moons either.”

sirius smiled and drank the sleeping draught. “‘s cause i love you.”

remus laughed, “first i love you and it’s whilst you’re concussed and heavily drugged up?”

“i mean it though, been wanting to tell you for ages but i was scared.”

“why?”

“incase you didn’t say it back.”

remus kissed their joint hands. “i love you too.”

sirius smiled, “yeah, i know.” then, he fell asleep.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Hey, I love your writing! Could you please write one where it’s slytherin! Sirius and gryffindor!james. Can you make it that they find out their mates like they have creature inherences ( since their both pure bloods). At Hogwarts btw if it was unclear. Don’t feel pressured to write this if you’re busy.

((A/N: I’ve never written creature inheritance before, so it’s a little choppy))

Personally, Sirius thought this whole thing was a load of shite. Not like it was fake, because it was definitely real, but it was an absolute pain in the arse. It was going through puberty again, and he'd hated it the first time, thanks. And also? This was worse. He felt like a bloody toddler again, unable to control his magic. It's not like it was lashing out at random or summat, but his spells rarely turned out the way he wanted. Too much power or not enough, and he never knew which way it would go.

Regulus kept assuring him that he'd be ecstatic when he finally settled and got his creature inheritance, but Sirius would prefer to just be comfortable now. Besides, the only creature in the Black line was Veela. Sirius had too many people staring at him without adding a magical element to it. Did he mention the whole process was shite? Because it was. In addition to his magic not responding like it should, his entire scalp itched and his eyes responded to any big change in lighting with pain and his gums ached like a fucker. It made eating ridiculously difficult, and it had been that way for three weeks straight. It was supposed to all even out on his birthday, but that didn't make it any less miserable to live through.

He would love to commiserate about it with someone, but there were only a few other people in Hogwarts that had the possibility for a creature inheritance, and he wasn't exactly friends with any of them. He wasn't friends with anyone other than Regulus actually, so commiserating-- if it was going to happen at all-- would have to wait a few years.

When Sirius got his creature inheritance-- gasp! Veela! what a surprise!-- he walked into the Great Hall and wanted to walk right back out again. He didn't really know how to control the allure. Make that, the allure was running rampant and he couldn't make heads or tails of it-- the fire throwing part had been easy; he hadn't even had to practice-- but even that wasn't enough to make him want to leave. He took one glance at the Gryffindor Table, saw one James Potter, and realised there was a connection.

His parents had sent him a book about Veela inheritances when he started showing signs, and there had been a section on mates. Recognizable on sight. And that's what James Potter was. Sirius had two words for that: 'hell' and 'no'. It's not like Potter was bad looking or an unforgivable arse, but he didn't exactly like any Slytherins, and Sirius was one. He knew that mates weren't something that could be avoided, but how the hell did he explain that to Potter? 'Hi, I know the most time we've spent together was in detention from hexing each other for like, the entirety of fourth year, but you're bloody gorgeous and also we're mates? Wanna hook up sometime? Maybe spend the rest of our lives together?' Yeah. That wouldn't go well.

Sirius wished he could leave-- after all, who needed breakfast every single day?-- but there were appearances to keep up, and everyone would give him shite if he left right now. He was supposed to not act any different now that he had his creature inheritance. He was supposed to pretend he felt the same and didn't think he was better than anyone and all that rot. Nevermind that Sirius had thought he was better than everyone else from the age of five.

He didn't bother to keep in a sigh as he walked to the Slytherin Table.

"What?" Regulus asked, because of course Regulus was with him-- just to be clear: not complaining.

"Everyone's staring."

"Of course they are. You're the first wizard to get a creature inheritance at Hogwarts in the last decade."

"Hooray," Sirius said flatly. "I'll just pose for photos then, shall I?"

"There's no need to be a prick."

"How long have you known me?"

Regulus rolled his eyes, which was pretty much the response that Sirius had expected.

*

Sirius might have stared at James. A lot. It wasn't his fault, okay? There was no ignoring your magic screaming at you to go be with someone, but Sirius refused to give in so easily-- just to give him something to do, his classes were kind of boring right now.

So he stared, but he didn't talk to James. Maybe he should make friendly chit-chat between classes so that they had a foundation other than rivalry and the other person being gorgeous. And okay, it's not like they were total strangers, but being friendly with each other wasn't something they were familiar with. Like he said, rivalry. 

He got caught by James one time in the corridor, but he didn't bother to pretend like he hadn't been staring. It was only the two of them, after all. An empty corridor was a rare thing this close to the Great Hall, but not so surprising this time since it was dinnertime. They were probably the only people not eating right now.

"Is there a reason you're looking at me all the time?" James asked.

"Yes," Sirius said and didn't elaborate.

As expected, James looked bewildered. "Are you going to tell me why?"

"No. What were you in the library for?"

"Books," James said. He was trying to make his voice flat, but it was obvious to Sirius that he was hiding something.

He cocked his head curiously-- an unfortunate habit he'd picked up since his creature inheritance, replacing his usual skeptical eyebrow raise. "For what?"

He shifted, holding his bag tighter like he thought Sirius would snatch them from three meters away. "Nothing," he muttered unconvincingly.

"C'mon, who am I going to tell?"

"Stop mocking me."

"I wasn't aware that was something I was doing."

James glared at him.

It was probably the mate part of him that found it attractive, but Sirius had never had the smartest taste when it came to men. "Honestly. It was an innocent question."

"So you weren't staring at me because you... y'know, know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sirius said honestly.

James sighed, relaxing from the somewhat rigid posture he'd been holding. "That's good. Or- I guess bad? If you knew, I could ask- but no, we're not friends."

"What's got you in a spin?"

James chewed on his lip.

Sirius's heart beat a little harder in his chest at seeing that-- his imagination was more than happy to provide him with ideas about James's mouth-- but he was going to ignore that for the moment. There were more pressing matters, like what the hell James was talking about. "Honestly, who would I tell?"

"Your brother."

"Right, but who would he tell?" Regulus didn't have any friends either. Their parents had made a point to tell them that they could only trust family, and now look at them. "And who would care?"

"Most people care about creature inheritances. You should've heard the way everyone fawned over you when you presented."

Sirius snorted. "Yeah, I have eyes, love; I'm well aware of how much attention people were paying me." Then, because it was more important, he said, "So that's what this is? You're coming into a creature inheritance too?"

"No," he said instantly, then he shifted. "Maybe. I dunno, that's what the books are for. I thought you could, like, tell from looking at me or summat."

"I don't have a creature sensor."

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" James asked defensively. "Nobody knows anything about creature inheritances unless they have it, and then they keep it in the family because it's personal. It's not like I could just ask you."

"Couldn't you ask your parents? Like you said, it's a family matter."

"There's no history of it in the Potter line. Whoever was a creature that married in? They never recorded it. I went over the bloody family tree with a fine tooth comb, and I came up blank."

"I don't know how much help I'd be. Different families, different creatures," Sirius said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.

"I don't need specifics, but- Merlin, did it buggering itch like this for you? I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin."

"Can't say that happened to me, no. Mostly it felt like my teeth were about to fall out."

"Right," James said, nodding, "Veela have fangs."

Sirius cocked his head again. "Most people don't know that." 

James blushed. It wasn't very noticeable, but Sirius had eyes on him-- he had a theory that he had enhanced eyesight specifically when it came to his mate, but there was nothing to verify that; it just felt like he was capable of noticing more about him since becoming a creature. "I've done some research."

Sirius hummed, smiling.

*

"Nice wings," Sirius said, trying to keep from looking overly delighted.

One of James's wings snagged against a suit of armor because he'd been walking too close to the wall. "They're a pain in the arse," he muttered, flushing bright red as he tried-- and failed-- to get himself out.

Sirius walked over and stepped behind him. It was a lot easier to do it from this angle. Push, nudge, and he was free. "I kind of thought your wings would be red."

James turned to face him, and Sirius had to step back or risk getting hit in the head with a wing. "Why? Because I'm in Gryffindor?"

"That, and because you look so good in it. I'm not sure black is your colour."

"I look great in black, and you know it," James said.

He did, but Sirius wasn't about to say that. "Do these things not go away?" Sirius asked, looking at the wings curiously. This was the first time he'd seen him since his birthday, and it was no exaggeration to say that James had never looked better. Ill-coloured wings aside. It's not like the black feathers made him look bad or summat, but red would look better.

"If they do, I haven't figured out how." Then James squinted at him. "Did you change your hair?"

"No? It's the same it always is." Which is to say, fabulous. But he hadn't changed it at all. When he'd become a Veela- oh, maybe that's what it was. It had looked different to him in the mirror after that, but Regulus had said he didn't notice anything. "It did change on my birthday though. Maybe you can finally see it."

James reached out, strands of Sirius's hair sliding through his fingers. "It's beautiful," he breathed.

"I get that a lot," Sirius managed to say while sounding normal, but all he wanted to do was step closer and lean into it.

*

Unsurprisingly, James was the one to kiss him first. Sirius kept wanting to, but he also kept chickening out. So it wasn't really a surprise that James made the first move. What was a surprise, was about a month into their relationship-- still a month away from the end of the school year-- and James stopped a rather delightful snog to say, "Does this seem kind of sudden to you?"

"Er, no, we had to sit through like ten hours of class in order to get here."

James chuckled, pressing leisurely kisses to his cheek and down his neck. "No, I mean..."

"You mean?" Sirius prodded when he didn't continue, running his hands down James's back and into his wings. His fingers worked on straightening his feather automatically.

"I dunno. Like, I always fancied you, but after my creature inheritance, it's like I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"I know what you mean. Probably the whole 'mate' thing."

Abruptly, James stopped what he was doing and tilted his head up to look at him. "What mate thing?"

"That creatures have." When James still looked confused, he added, "Because we're mates?"

"Like... soulmates?"

"I guess? There wasn't a whole lot of information about it in the books my parents sent me. I don't think they thought I'd meet my mate at Hogwarts." Sirius snickered. "Their heads would explode if they knew it was you."

"Wait," James said, sitting up, "you knew about this?"

"Er, yeah?"

"Since your birthday?"

"Yeah."

James looked upset, which Sirius didn't understand in the slightest. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Sirius sat up when it was clear that James wasn't willing to let this slide. "Because we weren't exactly friends? You say that you fancied me back then, but it sure as hell didn't look like it. What was I supposed to do? I wasn't going to walk up to you and say we were destined for each other. You would've hexed me."

"I would not have."

"Sure," Sirius said flatly.

"Alright, so I might have overreacted if you told me, but it's not like you wouldn't have too in my place."

"Is there a reason this is bothering you?" Sirius asked. "It all worked out. I didn't trick you into anything by not telling you."

James opened his mouth to answer, then paused and frowned. "That's true," he said, sounding a touch bewildered. "I mean, this goes both ways, doesn't it? You didn't tell me, and I didn't tell you when I first noticed something was going on so..."

"So we can keep kissing?" Sirius said hopefully.

"You're so bloody weird."

"That sounds like a yes."

James snickered. "It's a yes."

*

"Woah," James said, eyes wide.

Sirius may or may not have snarled unkindly at being woken up before he was ready. "Sorry," he muttered. It was a gut reaction to flash his fangs when he wasn't happy, and when he was tired, it just sort of happened. He yawned, fangs retracting.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"Mm."

"Really though, you have to get up. You'll get caught if you leave any later."

"Don't care," Sirius said, snuggling his face into the pillow.

"You told me to make sure you get up."

"Past-me was an idiot."

"I trust past-you more than tired-you."

Sirius opened one eye to glare at him. When that did nothing, he turned to pouting. "Are you really going to throw me out?"

"Using your allure is A. cheating and B. not going to work."

"I should date someone who's nicer to me," Sirius grumbled, slowly pushing himself up with another yawn.

James snorted. "You have fun with that." He nuzzled at Sirius's cheek before giving him a quick kiss.

[llendrinall]

Here's a prompt for you.

Draco and Harry are dating and taking it slow (no one is aware & they started dating after the both of them had begun to go to therapy and heal a bit) and while they've together for a year (now its not somethin that either of them hide but they also dont go out and pronounce anything) they find an orphanage in the muggle world and they hang out with the kids and end up falling inlove with between 1-4 of the kids over time and both the Weasley's and Malfoy's find out about their relationship when they show up with their newly adopted child/ren.

"I thought you knew we were together"

"We thought you were becoming friends Harry!"

Draco saw the kid first. Not that it matters, but Harry claims that it was all his idea when, in truth, Draco saw the kid first and immediately knew what was going to happen. This is Harry, after all. Draco could have distracted Harry, insist they took the other exit of the restaurant, anything. But he did none of that because (don’t tell anyone this) Draco Malfoy might have a heart of his own and he was curious about the kid sitting under a lamppost with a book.

His names is Liam and he was doing homework. There is a lounge in the orphanage where, theoretically, children can do their homework. But the place is very noisy and there are some older kids who pick on Liam. Unless it’s raining heavily, Liam prefers to be outside where he can have some peace. He could go to the library and he usually takes refuge there, but it closes early on Fridays.

They had just had dinner, but they go back to the restaurant so Liam can work at a table where is warm and well lighted. The waitress gets Liam extra bacon in his sandwich and doesn’t charge them for it.

Harry surprises Draco because he doesn’t immediately take Liam with him, even though it’s clear that’s what he wants to do. He does say he would like to visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home and looks softly pleased when Draco says he will go with him.

They have been together for almost a year now, soft and tentative and careful because they both want this and are afraid to ruin it with a false step. They have just started to talk about living arrangements, although in a very vague way. Tonight, however, Draco begins a ruthless campaign against Harry’s house which is well located in London, yes, but it doesn’t have a garden unlike Draco’s house in Virginia Water, and it has one less room than Draco’s (not accounting for the music room), and it’s very dark. Draco can’t imagine children growing up happy here. Poor Sirius. And poor Regulus.

Harry is pissed, which is further proof that he needs Draco in his life because, Morgana, is he easy to read and manipulate.

That Thursday the two of them visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home where they are welcomed by the rudest social worker to ever plague the Earth. The deputy Director isn’t much better. She doesn’t like it when Harry points they have mold on the walls, all twenty-three times.

(This is one of the many reasons Draco loves him. For a hero of the light, Harry is a terror).

Draco walked in there knowing fully well they were going to adopt Liam, hence his campaign for the Virginia Water’s house because no child of his will grow up in Grimmauld Place. Children who grow up in Grimmauld Place become unhappy adults who die before their time. Draco thought that maaaaybe Harry still believed he was only going to show an interest in the institution and hand them money to improve the living conditions; but Draco knew there was no way Harry would leave Liam in there. The kid is eleven! An orphan! Harry can lie to himself all he wants. He will be Liam’s legal father inside a month.

What Draco didn’t expect was to get a child of his own.

Her name is Jamie, JamieTheGirl. There is a boy named Jamie and simply Jamie, not JamieTheBoy, because Jamie is a boy’s name. This is explained to Draco in a rush, with a mixture of pain and bratty attitude that speaks to him directly. JamieTheGirl hates her name, her haircut, the horrible dress she is forced to wear and Mister Gladwell, who is the rude social worker. JamieTheGirl wanted to know if Liam is lying, because Liam said he knew them (them being Draco and Harry) but Liam is eleven and everybody knows that nobody wants kids older than ten. Seven is best. JamietheGirl is nine so she could still be adopted, but she has been informed by multiple sources that nobody will ever want her because a) she has a bad attitude, b) she has a boy’s name and c) she is not cute enough.

“My name is Draco,” is all Draco can say. He is already vowing to hunt down those multiple sources who told Jamie she was less than perfect. “It’s not a bad name but it’s not a good one either.”

JamieTheGirl agrees.

Now that they are going to adopt two children it’s all the more reason to live in the Virginia Water’s house, which has more room and a very nice garden. They can always apparate the kids to their school in London. If Harry refuses to apparate (sometimes Harry exhibits some very weird ideas about magic and luxury) Draco will get a car. Not even a magical car, and actual muggle car. He will buy one and take the kids to school. Actually, they should go tomorrow to check the house and start the arrangements.

Harry stares at Draco. He is sitting on the kitchen counter in his stupid house in Grimmauld Place, eating Chinese food from the box as if he weren’t a filthy rich man, hero of the wizarding world. Draco loves him so much.

“What do you mean adopt?” Harry says.

“Oh, like this was going to go any other way.” Draco says, rolling his eyes. If the place had merely been overcrowded and noisy Harry would have contented himself to play the benefactor role and pay for renovations. But there was mold in twenty-three spots, the social worker made Snape look charming and evidently none of the adults in charge had any idea of what the children were going through and, even worse, what they were getting up to.

Draco knows Harry. It is a mere question of how quickly they can get the paperwork ready.

“I’m still going to do something about the place.” Harry argues, of course he does. He won’t simply take a kid and forget about the rest. But he is already thinking of all the wonderful things he will teach Liam. Draco can see it in his eyes.

They get married two weeks later, for the paperwork, but in essence they got married that night when Draco laid the rest of their lives before them and Harry realized that Draco knew him better than himself and that he still wanted to be with him.

They move to the Virginia Water’s house in early January. Liam can’t believe that he has been adopted, so he takes the fact that they are both wizards in stride. The adoption is much harder to believe than the fact that people can do actual magic. Also, he has his own room. His. With a door that he can close. The fact that he doesn’t have to hide his books so they won’t be stolen takes enough of Liam’s attention that he can’t worry about such unimportant things as magic.

JamieTheGirl is both easier and harder. She is easier because she desperately wanted to be out of the Children’s Home, and harder because she is naturally distrustful and very intelligent. Not to say that Liam is not distrustful or smart, but he is old enough to be jaded. Liam expects something bad to happen and he is willing to take it. He, like Harry, is stupid enough to believe that he can take new abuse if he also gets some comfort in exchange.

(note: Draco is going to piss on Dumbledore’s grave).

The first month is difficult, but once both Liam and JamieTheGirl act out and see there are no bad consequences, that they are not beaten or returned to the Children’s Home, they settle happily. JamieTheGirl asks to have her name changed, please, she will take a constellation name if they want to, just let her have a different name. They are enrolled in a new school and Draco buys a car and hires a chauffeur who happens to be a squib and there is no need for Harry to look at him that way.

Things are good.

It’s cold outside, the garden is dry and ugly, it rains nonstop for two weeks… but everything is good and nice. If Sean were here he would have something interesting to say about it. Everything in Sean is ugly, but he knows how to take the painful things and make them sweet, and he would know how to put into words that the world outside the house is ugly right now, but it’s also nice.

Draco feels Harry go rigid at the same time as him. “Who?” Draco says calmly just as Harry asks “What?”.

Sean is an ugly case. He was adopted when he was eight but he was returned a few months later. Nobody knows why although there is a lot of speculation. He often got himself beaten in school and once by Mister Murphy (“Who?”, “It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t work there anymore”, “Give me a detailed description of Mister Murphy, please”.) He is fifteen now so nobody will adopt him and Mister Gladwell says he will amount to nothing. Despite what Mrs Oxley says (Mrs Oxley is the deputy Director) Sean is not a criminal. He goes with bad people, sure, but he never stole Liam’s books and he even showed him a couple of hiding places. He is not bad at all.

On Friday they welcome Sean home. Just at the same time Mr Gladwell, Mrs Oxley, Mr Murphy and a criminal gang from the South Bank all suffer completely coincidental and unrelated accidents.

Sean is a young criminal. He is tough and hard, actively cultivating a mean strike and horrifyingly traumatized.

He is also deeply protective of Liam and Jamie. It’s heartbreaking.

Fortunately, Harry was also deeply traumatized at his age. It’s a horrible thought to have, but for once Harry is grateful for all that pain because he knows how Sean feels, he understands, and he can help.

No, Sean can’t have a wand or try magic. Yes, he still has to go to school. No, he can’t take the car. No, no smoking and no drinking either. Come along, you are going to take fighting classes.

Which might seem counter-productive. Do not teach the young delinquent to fight, yadda, yadda. Harry spent all of his fifteen year wanting to punch someone and Sean has this freaked-out look in the eyes that says he doesn’t trust Harry or Draco and that he wants to protect Jamie and Liam. The fighting classes make him feel more in control and they mellow him. Also, by the third time Draco has a tiff and demands to talk to the headmaster about Liam’s class placement, his math grades, Jamie’s English grades, and just-what-did-that-woman-insinuate-I-swear; something visibly relaxes in Sean.

(Not even Liam knows what his Biology teacher said that upset Draco. The next week they have the lovely Miss Quintrell instead and the whole class is happy so Liam doesn’t question it).

And suddenly it’s March and Ron’s birthday and there is a celebration at the Burrow. Harry arrives with his family and a well-structured explanation of how he is now the legal father of Sean, Liam and Possibly-Berenice (they are still trying names). He is really good at it. He gives a simple step by step account of the process, with helpful asides and clarifying details, everything. There is just this one thing. A small detail, really. An assumption that is not supported by reality.

“Mate, I’m very happy for you,” Ron says. “We all are. But, you never mentioned you were dating Malfoy and I believe I speak for everyone when I say it’s a shock.”

And, to be fair, nobody can say they are actually surprised that Harry showed up with three orphans. But Malfoy, well… Malfoy is something else. They thought Harry was merely befriending him, or possibly adopting him like he tried to do with Neville. The dating thing is a big mental shift.

“We are married,” Draco says, and then, at their stares, more quietly, “it was more convenient? For the paperwork?”.

There is a lot of “Harry Potter you did not get married without telling us” and “Harry Potter how could you just get married without a ceremony” and “you know we have been developing these party fireworks how could you do this to us” and Molly red-faced, waving a finger, “did you tell your parents, young man?” and it takes everyone, everyone, thirty seconds to realize she is not addressing Harry, but Draco, and Merlin’s pants, he did not, he didn’t tell them. Draco married Harry, moved with him and adopted three kids and his father doesn’t know, which goes a long way to ingratiate Draco with everyone, because Lucius Malfoy has not heard of this.

It also has the unexpected but very welcome benefit of making Sean laugh. Liam says Sean hasn’t laughed in years.

(And of course less than a month later the three kids have a hand-knit sweater, of course they do. Possibly-Berenice’s has a pattern of stars, pending her choosing a permanent name).

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Young Love

Harry Potter - AU

Summary: Prequel to “On the Mend.” 

This is how things began and fell apart between Regulus Black and yourself. The pain of losing your first love never fully goes away especially when you didn't' t see everything falling apart before your eyes.

Link to next part: On the Mend

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

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“Regulus Black is staring at you again.”

Dorcas said with a smile. You looked up from the book that was propped up in front of you. It had been the fourth or fifth time that week that you had been told that Regulus was looking at you. You peeked over at the Slytherin table where Regulus sat with his friends. Sure enough, his dark eyes were on you. Those eyes that were captivating you more and more by the day. You were the first to smile. Regulus looked at you for a moment before giving you a small nodd. You frowned at Evan as he glared at you before muttering to Regulus.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Dorcas who was giving you a motherly shake of her head.

“Don’t even think about it. Regulus is good looking. There’s no doubt about it but it would never work. You’re in Gryffindor and he’s in Slytherin. There is also no way that your brother will let you date him.”

You nodded at Dorcas’ response immediately. There was no way that James would ever let you date Regulus Black. Since Sirius had turned up on your doorstep almost beat to death, James set a “no talking to any member of the Black family except Sirius” rule. You had been fine to set by that rule until you noticed Regulus’ gaze on you. It was more like, you enjoyed how he was looking at you. Nothing would probably come out of a look. Regulus was probably internally cursing you for “stealing” his brother.

“I don’t think that you have anything to worry about, Dorcas. It is just a look.”

“And a nod.”

Dorcas added. You laughed.

“Regulus and I have been in the same year and in many classes together. He has never once said a word to me. Why would he start now?”

(meanwhile)

“Why are you looking at the Potter girl for?”

Evan inquired. Regulus shrugged.

“Merlin, I just looked up and there she was. I wasn’t looking at her specifically. Maybe I am trying to figure out why she is friends with Dorcas Meadowes for? That girl is ghastly.”

Evan had to agree on that one. Nothing about the Gryffindor lesbian was attractive. Not that it would matter anyway to any man in the castle. They would never be able to provide what Meadowes wanted.

“It's best to not even think about Potter in that way. She’s nothing but a waste of your time. There are plenty of other pureblood girls who are more deserving. Why would you want to mess with her anyway? Her brother is the reason that your older brother turned out to be a blood traitor.”

Regulus groaned.

“If I look in another direction will it get you off of my back?”

Evan appeared even more offended than before.

“Forgive me for looking out for you.”

Evan went back to his conversation with Barty Crouch Jr. He decided it wasn’t a good time to fool with his best friend. Regulus, meanwhile, turned his attention back to you. Just when did you become so beautiful? The last time that Regulus checked you were just a little awkward girl that tagged after your older brother and his band of dick friends.

Now things were different. Your dark curls fell down your back framing your face. Regulus wouldn’t admit it but he found himself wanting nothing more than to touch your cheek and nuzzle his face in your hair.

It was a ridiculous thought and he knew it. The last thing that he really needed to do was develop a crush on the girl whose brother he disliked more than anyone in the world. Yet, here he was staring at you more and more each day.

He swallowed as your attention turned to him again. Merlin, you had lovely hazel eyes. This time he found himself smiling a little more. When you blushed, Regulus had to look down.

“I made her blush! Me! I did that and I didn’t even say anything to her. Is that good? Or bad? Wait, why the hell am I freaking out? It isn’t like I have a chance with her.”

He had to stop the uncharacteristically gushy mood and get back to reality. There was no way that his family would agree to such a union either. Walburga made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with the Potter family ever mentioned in her home again. If Regulus wrote home and said that he was in love with Y/n Potter, his mother would probably come to haul his ass home.

When Regulus looked up again, he frowned realizing that James, Sirius, and Remus had returned to the table. You sat laughing at something Sirius was talking about. Regulus couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous. He still wasn’t over his brother's abandonment. His attention turned to James as a swell of fury went through him. James Potter had it all! James had access to both Sirius and yourself. He had Sirius and his stupid jokes and you and your lovely...everything.

“Guys, I’m out.”

Regulus muttered in Evan’s general direction. Evan turned.

“You don’t have quidditch practice until later. Where are you headed?”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Well, mother, I am going to the library. Would you like to hold my hand while I go?”

Barty and Snape laughed at Regulus’ snide response. Regulus was, after all, the only one that could talk to Evan Rosier in such a manner. If it were anyone else, they would have been hexed.

“See you later.”

Evan said with a grin.

You, meanwhile, watched as Regulus stood. Had he always been that tall or were you really just paying attention to him for the first time. You turned your attention to Sirius who was busy pestering Remus about giving him chocolate. Regulus wasn’t as tall as his brother. Maybe a few inches shorter but still as handsome, in your mind. Had Sirius not been so into Remus, you might have allowed yourself to have had a crush on him. That would have also been like having a crush on your brother. Sirius was different in your mind. He was one of your best friends and almost like a second brother. A crush would have been so weird. Regulus, though, was free game.

Free game was a nice way to put it. Had Regulus always been this good looking? You watched as he talked to Rosier a bit more. When he rolled his eyes at something Rosier said, you couldn’t help but smile. Whether Regulus wanted to admit it or not, he did a lot of things like Sirius. The way he flipped his curly hair back and the way his eyes seemed to darken when he was focusing on something.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and stroke your fingers through his hair. His hair was probably soft...soft and would twirl around your fingers perfectly...

“Y/n! Make Remus give me the candy!”

Sirius whined, pulling you from your thoughts on Regulus. You turned to your friends with a frown.

“Sirius, you’ve had enough candy. You ate three of Remus’ chocolate bars last week.”

James nodded, in agreement.

“She’s got a point, Padfoot.”

Sirius scowled at James before turning to you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

You smiled and gently patted his shoulder before speaking in your best “calming a child” tone.

“I’m always on your side but I also care about your general health. I’m already worried about Remus developing diabetes. We won’t need two with the same illness.”

Sirius reached out pulling you into an uncomfortably awkward hug. Your face was smashed into his shoulder as he cuddled you like a baby. From your place, you could see Regulus watching with a confused expression on his face before turning and walking from the great hall.

“Pads, can you not kill my sister?”

James asked, taking a sip of his drink. Sirius let you go and pinched your cheek.

“She’s just fine.”

Everyone had gone back to their conversations as you leaned over to Sirius.

“Can I borrow the map?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Where are you going?”

You innocently twirled a strand of your dark hair around your finger.

“I need to go to the library but I want to make sure that boy from Hufflepuff that likes me so bad isn't’ there and no I don’t want you to go scare him.”

Sirius didn’t think a thing of questioning your request any further as he fished the map out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“Well, if you need my services, you know how to get a hold of me.”

You nodded before standing up and gathering your books. Bidding your friends a farewell until lunch you slipped out of the great hall. To your pleasure, none of Regulus’ friends looked up. The last thing that you wanted was for any of them to have any reason to follow you.

Hiding in a corner, you searched over the map until you found the dot labeled as “Regulus Black'' in the library. You had to smile at how you really didn’t lie to Sirius after all. The only part that wasn’t true was the boy in Hufflepuff. Instead, you were after a Slytherin that you had little to no chance with.

The walk to the library was a lot longer than you expected. Stepping inside, you didn’t Regulus right away. You innocently looked over a book cart of newly returned books as you scoped out the room. There was no sign of the dark-headed boy that had you in such a mess.

When you finally saw him, he sat at a table on the other side of the room. You took a breath before heading over in his direction.

“I must be mental”

You thought. Regulus didn’t see you nor look up from the book that was in front of him until you sat down. His eyes widened, clearly surprised. You sat for a few seconds taking in his expression. Regulus didn’t smile. In fact, he looked quite annoyed by your presence.

“Hi.”

You finally said. Regulus blinked. This was the last thing that he was expecting and he really had no idea what to say for a moment. His quiet observant nature was kicking into full gear.

“Hello.”

He finally replied.

“Did my brother send you for something after he finished trying to smother you?”

You felt the blush quickly returning to your face. Maybe Regulus really wasn’t looking at you for any reason earlier. Now here you were making a huge fool out of yourself.

“Um no. I...uh...I really don’t know what I am doing so I’m just going to go…”

You stood as Regulus sat up quickly.

“You don’t have to...unless you want to that is.”

You sunk back down into the chair. Regulus’ icy expression eased as he looked down at your hands. Even your fingers were adorable

“What the hell is happening to me?”

Regulus thought as he tried to think of something nice to say. He decided to go into a spill about how he thought that you were the most adorable creature ever. That may come off as desperate. If he told you that he enjoyed watching you then he would sound like a creeper.

“I’m surprised that you are willing to even talk to me.”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He made a mental note to thank you for getting him out of his head later.

“What? Why would you say something like that?”

You shrugged and started twirling your hair around your finger again. The blush started coming back with a vengeance.

“Because of who I am...my brother...your brother…”

Regulus held a hand up.

“First, you aren’t your brother. You don’t make his decisions nor are you my brother or make his decisions. Sirius made his choice. You had nothing to do with that. You didn’t come to our house and shove him into a car or something.”

You smiled when Regulus smirked.

“Even though I despise my brother I am glad that he got out.”

Your smile faded.

“He misses you.”

Regulus looked down. This was news that he didn’t want. He had a hard enough time walking past Sirius when his older brother was screeching his name.

“Can we not talk about my brother or your brother for that matter?”

“That sounds fine with me.”

The two of you sat in the library for the next two hours not being disturbed by a soul. No one even seemed really interested in the sight of Regulus Black talking to Y/n Potter. It was you that stood first.

“I have potions to get to. I’ve had fun today.”

Regulus nodded.

“Me too. Would you like to do this again? I mean, we will have to keep it on the down-low because of my friends and family...your brother too.”

You knew that he was right on that one. If James found out that you were seeing Regulus, he would flip his lid. He would probably try to fight Regulus, which would turn into an epic “whose wand is bigger” pissing contest.

“You’re right. That is probably for the best.”

Over the next few months, you snuck off to see Regulus as much as possible. You weren't sure where the line from friends to lovers was crossed but you had fallen for him in no time. Maybe it was the day the two of you were walking through the forest and you tripped on the root of a tree. Regulus and his quick reflexes had you in his arms before you could even come near to hitting the floor. That was the day that Regulus kissed you for the first time. His lips were on yours before he let you go and you didn’t complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment that you were craving so badly.

Regulus was the first to pull away. He looked down at you with a sly smile before leaning his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Me too.”

You replied with a smile. It wasn’t until you heard a stick snap did Regulus jump away from you. His wand was out ready to hex whoever the fuck was spying on your private moment.

“Who is there?”

Regulus snapped. A moment later, Sirius stepped out with a hand over his face.

“Just ignore me. Go ahead and go back to what you were doing.”

Regulus shoved you behind him as if he was just waiting for James Potter to come out and be ready to fight. You, meanwhile, poked your head around your boyfriend’s body to look at your best friend who was awkwardly looking up at the sky.

“Hey, what do you know...the trees have leaves. Look at that.”

Regulus was scowling at his brother as Sirius finally looked back down.

“What are you doing here?”

Sirius held his hands up. He knew that Regulus was ready to fight and that was the last thing that Sirius wanted to do.

“I was in the common room, minding my own business, just looking at the map when I saw your names together and was...well I was worried. I didn’t know the two of you knew each other. It looks like you know each other really well or that is one hell of a way to get to know someone.”

Regulus looked confused.

“Map? Names? What are you talking about?”

Sirius realized what he had done and grinned.

“That’s not important. What’s important is what you two are doing. How long has this been going on? Do our parents know...or James for that matter?”

Regulus intertwined his hand with yours and shook his head.

“No, to both. I think that Y/n and I would both be dead if they did know. I suppose that you are going to go and tell them now.”

Sirius put his hand back over his eyes but peaked through his fingers to see which direction to go in.

“Just take care of her, Reg. Tell who about what? I don’t know a thing.”

He gave you a smirk and a wink before heading off in some random direction of the forest. Both Regulus and yourself stood watching as Sirius disappeared behind some trees yapping about getting lost and not knowing anything.”

Regulus had raised an eyebrow as you turned to him.

“Do you think he will tell?”

Regulus shook his head.

“My brother may be a lot of things but a snitch isn’t one of them. Now, where were we?”

(2 years later)

You stood at the top of the Astronomy tower waiting for Regulus to come for your date. Over the past few weeks, he had been a little more distant than normal. Regulus was always distant to a degree but this time it was different. He didn’t seem to be like himself at all. You figured that it was about the whole being a death eater and you not supporting it but you weren't for sure.

“Hey.”

You turned around as Regulus stepped out of the shadows.

“Reggie.”

You ran to him and threw your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into his chest. He held you for a moment before backing away.

���I need to talk to you, Y/n.”

You noticed right away that something was amiss and had a bad feeling about where this was going. Did the dark lord require him to do something bad? Why was he telling you? He knew that your brother and his brother were in the order! This would be cruel to expect you to keep any more secrets about Voldemort’s evil doings.

“What’s wrong? Did you have to kill someone?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Not this week. I saw my parents over the Easter holiday and...well...Y/n I don’t know how to tell you this but saying it straight out. I’m getting married.”

The expression on your face immediately made every fiber of Regulus’ being snap. His heart broke as you took in his words.

“To who? I thought we were getting married after school...remember running away to Ireland before your parents could say anything.”

Regulus sighed.

“My parents arranged a marriage between myself and Ambrosia Parkinson.”

“Tell them no!”

You snapped, as the tears began to fall. Regulus winced. He hated seeing you cry and now that you were doing it because of him he felt worse.

“I can’t say no, Y/n. My parents...they are counting on me, Sirius...I have to be the heir that he wasn’t. I'm doing any of this to hurt you. I don’t want to do this. I want to be with you.”

You held a hand up.

“If you want to be with me then fight for our love. Tell them about us. Be a man and tell them no. You’re throwing away two years that we have spent together…”

“Hiding from everyone.”

Regulus finished your sentence. You nodded as he reached out to hold you, however, you slapped him away. Your hands slapped his chest wanting to smack some sense into Regulus.

“Yes, we have been hiding but I don’t regret it. You can’t do this to me, Regulus. I’ve given you everything.”

Regulus sighed and pulled you into a hug. His lips were on your forehead as he nuzzled his face against your hair.

“This isn’t going to hurt just you. You're going to make some man very happy one day and I am going to have to stand back and watch it, darling. I am going to see someone else make you happy the way that I have. That beautiful light in your eyes….it will be on someone else and I’ll hate him for it.”

You pulled away as you tried to take in the stupidity of the situation.

“I mean it, Regulus. Tell them no!”

He shook his head.

“I’m not. I’m sorry. One last kiss?”

Your face instantly showed the disgust that you felt for him.

“You come here and tell me that you are marrying some horrible toad of a woman then you want one last kiss? Goodbye Regulus. I curse the day that you spoke to me!”

You shoved Regulus away before storming down the steps of the astronomy tower. Never again would you look in his direction at the Slytherin table. He could have the ugly girl who was named after fruit salad. If Regulus wasn’t man enough to tell his parents whom his heart really belonged to then there was no hope for anything!

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