Chapter 1
"You are utterly infatuated with him, if you haven't noticed already…" A soft and calm voice could be heard in one of the greenhouses, where students had herbology class. Today however, there was no class, which means the two students here were there to take care of the plants and help the Head of Hufflepuff, professor Sprout.
"I know Dor', that's the problem!!" Another voice echoed, deeper and almost panicked, though it stayed stable. A boy with raven hair was carefully watering a highly-dangerous flower while another girl in front of him with blond almost white hair was petting another plant, just as dangerous as the one the boy was taking care of.
"Then what's the matter? Tell him you love him and go get some di-"
"Don't say things like that for Salazar's sake!" The girl looked up and her clear gray-blue eyes met the sky-blue of her friend. Her face was neutral but it wasn't hard to see that she was trying to stop herself from bursting out laughing.
"You've been talking about this boy for ages Reggie, it's pretty clear that you like him and he likes you, if the way he kissed you on the cheeks two weeks ago is anything to go by. And also. I'm still mad that you didn't tell me what was going on." Regulus sighed, putting the watering-can in the closet where it came from. He didn't know what to answer. He had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that he had simply stopped thinking about the world around them. Which was not an excuse for not having a real conversation with his one and only trustworthy friend for two weeks.
"I'm sorry Pandora. It wasn’t my intention."
"I know it wasn’t. But well it is what it is. So, let's go back to your favorite topic."
"The merpeople's society, culture and political structure?" He let escape, he had finished the books Harry had given him and was now going back on learning more about other people's society and how they refused to blindly follow the ministry of magic, which was quite wise of them if you asked him.
"Could have been. But no. I'm talking about your lover- well- paramour? Boy toy? Whatever he is to you." Regulus growled at that. Even he was lost. When he had felt Harry question their relationship status he wasn't able to tell him what they were. But… After what happened yesterday, he really wanted to make it official.
But putting a name on it was also difficult. He was deeply attached to his roots and some of his family traditions, and had never even considered falling in love with someone his parents didn't approve of.
Let alone a half-blood timeline traveler with the avada spells on his forehead and a magic so bright and hopeful and welcoming.
His mother would be crazy if she- A shiver ran down his spine and he felt sick thinking about it. It was going to be bad. Really bad. They had already lost hope in Sirius and it was now only a matter of time before he ran aways with his own half-blood lover. And then… Then what?
He didn't want to trap Harry in this situation. Didn't want him to see him differently once he'll have seen all the things his family are up to.
Didn't want to lose him.
"I… I don't-" He stumbled on his words and the next second a welcoming scent invaded his nostrils, as his body relaxed.
"It's alright Reg. I know it's a difficult situation so I apologize."
He sat down on one of the benches in the back of the greenhouse and the blond girl followed him. And Regulus lied down, his head on her thighs and her hair stroking his hair as he breathed slowly. Her powerful magic tickling his skin. He felt relaxed. A new spell of her own creation, he guessed.
"He told me that he loved me yesterday." He tried not to laugh at the gasp he heard escape Pandora's mouth.
"And…?" She asked him eagerly, sounding quite impatient to know what he did.
"I told him that I loved him too. When he was asleep." He felt himself blush, remembering what they had done prior to this moment.
"You're impossible." Pandora sighed half-annoyed and half-amused.
"Indeed."
Then, her smile turned into something dangerous, something Regulus knew he should fear. "May I ask you what you did to make him so tired?"
He felt his face burn even more and tried to keep his composure, years in the Black family helping greatly.
"You really don't want to know…" He tried to grin, but his lips quickly curved into a honest and lovey-dovey smile, as images of Harry went to his head.
"You've grown up, I am so proud of you." She giggled when he tried to grab one of her braids and instead casted another spell she had invented, making Regulus suddenly less groggy than beforehand.
So he sat up, sitting next to her so he could tell her what bothered him about this whole situation.
"The thing is… I would like to put a label on our relationship you know? But- I don't know… I don't want it to be too real. That he ends up hating me because of my beliefs and values. And on the other hand I can't abandon my family, and our traditions."
"Your traditions… I understand." Pandora started, looking into the distance, seeming to be thinking hard, before she continued. "If your traditions are important to you, and you love him, why not courting him ?"
Regulus turned his face to look at her, hesitant and scared. It wasn't a look lots of people had seen on the slytherin's face. But he trusted Pandora. And he thought about it, giving Harry formal letters and fancy gifts. But it felt like Harry deserved more than that, and he didn't want him to freak out because of it, thinking Regulus would lead him to make an unbreakable vow of always staying together forever or something along that line.
It's not like he could really do it properly anymore. They had already done things that he should have only done with a wife on their reproductive ceremony night. But well, too bad. He didn't regret one bit what they had done. It was… Pleasant. And utterly Incredible. And he felt so close to him. And-
"Maybe… I don't know." He sighed, getting up and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, urg, he felt disgusting now.
"You both already went out on a date, perhaps you should talk to him about this. I know you're not used to all of that…" She stopped for a second, tying up her hair in a bun with her wand. "I cannot and won't push you to do anything, but take into consideration your own needs. Your new relationship is still fresh and based on… How should I word it ? Lust." Regulus looked back at her, his face red and his eyes wide open. "Maybe trying to take another approach would be beneficial for you too, and honestly Reg, I've known you since you were born, you spent years hiding your heart in an iron cage and now that you and Harry are… That. It's completely in his hands, and you know it. That's why I just want you to be careful."
Regulus nodded, and Pandora smiled at him, getting up and taking her handbag as Regulus was checking that all his belongings were still in his pockets.
"Thanks." He whispered almost like a secret. And as a reflex Pandora whispered back.
"I know where we can find books about courting between Wizards. I'll bring some to you this afternoon."
"Thanks…” He said once again, and Pandora smiled again, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight, and he let himself appreciate the physical touch, his eyes closed as he kept his hands to himself, Pandora Malfoy was okay with touching him, but rarely appreciated when other people did so, well, except for Xenophilius, he was the exception. Even him, Regulus, her best friend, wasn’t always allowed to.
Then slowly, she let go, and with a last smile and a ridiculously adorable and awkward wink (with both eyes, she cannot blink with one eyes at a time) she walked to the door and disappeared, only leaving behind her a glimpse of her scent, violet syrup and moly, a flower Pandora regularly had to carry around and eat because of her tendency to invent charms and trying them on herself.
Shaking his head he fed the last plants and then went himself, carefully closing the doors behind him and making sure he wasn't walking on any magical plants on his way back to the castle.
When he finally arrived he mentally prepared himself to be surrounded by annoying classmates and nosy gryffindors, and he wasn't wrong, except that it wasn't gryffindors but Hufflepuffs who were running around, apparently it was some last year's birthday and they were preparing something for them, well, he hoped it wasn't a surprise party because otherwise they were quite doomed, everybody with a brain could see that they were up to something.
Houselves were running from the kitchen to the hufflepuff common room with food and drinks, and he catched one who was about to fall face first on the floor.
"Boopey is sorry mister Black." She looked at him, wiping her hand on her dress probably made out of a flour sack, her big purple eyes looking left and right.
"It's alright Boopey, you need some help?" He smiled at her, helping her on her feet before she answered because he knew well that she would have said no.
He had a soft spot for house elves, perhaps because of Kreacher. They were really interesting and fascinating people, people… Most wizards see them as creatures but he had never been able to bring himself to do the same. They were quite different, with a deep attachment to their roots and their traditions, which was to help wizards. Centuries ago when Wizards' birthrate was at its worst, children were more likely to develop an Obscurial, and the witch hunt was a huge thing in muggles' societies… They had quite literally saved the wizarding society, taking care of the orphaned wizards and with time, developing an unbreakable emotional bond toward their species.
It had led to wizards wanting to have house elves to help them out, and house elves needing to be bonded to wizards' families.
Unfortunately, and Regulus hated it with all his heart, it had also led to house elves becoming slaves, mentally and physically abused but unable to leave because of their emotional dependence to their family. And he knew quite too well this matter, he knew Kreacher would remain by his parents' side even if they tortured him to insanity.
His mother had already proved it.
Shaking his head to get out of his daydream, he let go of the house elves' hand, quickly fixing her dress before nodding.
She kept looking at him for something like 15 seconds without blinking, and he didn't point it out, simply letting her pull herself back together. Then she blinked again, her cheeks a bit pink as she mumbled a clumsy "Thank you. Sorry I-I mean- thanks mister Black…" before toddling away, using her magic to tickle the pear and open the kitchen's entrance.
He had intended to go grab something to eat in the kitchen, but figured out he wouldn't bother the house-elves today, they seemed quite in a hurry and he didn't want them to disturb them. Finally deciding what to do with his Saturday, he headed to the slytherin's common room, where he could work on that new spell he had discovered in a book he had bought recently. "Spells and charms for sexually active witches and wizards".
So graphic bloody hell, who had come up with such a title ?
But anyways, even if the book's title was vulgar, its content was quite useful and interesting nonetheless. Especially for him. He might be down bad for a Potter, it didn't make him less of a Black, or a Slytherin.
Therefore, he needed to practice and be able to practice this spell perfectly. It wasn't that hard, a simple lubricant charms, the thing is that it was made to lubricate only certain areas. And he still wasn't quite good at that. The scented part was another thing he had to also work on.
It needed to be perfect.
A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of what he could do once he was in total control of this spell. He could use it on himself when he was alone. Or… With Harry. On him or himself. Or on both of them. Merlin, he could almost see it if he closed his eyes. Remembering what Harry had done in the room or requirement. Touching himself desperately, calling and whining his name as he came all over himself. If he managed to get it perfectly before their next encounter, he'll teach it to him. Harry's wandless magic has this capacity of turning him on way too quickly for his own good. And perhaps Harry would even let him watch again…
… Alright now he was really hungry. Practicing his spell could wait right now he needed to open his secret reserve of sweets in his dorm and stuff his face with them. Walking faster, he didn't realize he was being followed and was caught off guard when a hand suddenly clampled on his shoulder and dragged him into a less frequented corridor. He almost screamed but a hand was on his mouth, and when he took a breath he smelled the familiar scent which enveloped him completely.
Almost instinctively his eyes closed and then his back gently met a wall, and a boy was standing right in front of him.
And oh, that boy.
A mesmerizing smile almost blinded him and the hands on his shoulders slipped really slowly to his face.
"Hi…" The boy whispered almost shyly and, as if he had just realized that he had moved him to a private place and now needed to explain why he had done such a thing, he took off his hand. Regulus didn’t want him to do so. He liked the feeling of Harry’s hand on his mouth.
"Hey." That's the less Black-always-pure-aristocratic-wealthy answer he could have given.
For some reason it didn't bother him.
The hand that had left his face came back and moved softly, tracing his features. His nose and his lips. His cheekbones and his jawline, as his eyes closed almost instinctively.
"What was that all about? He tried to sound a bit annoyed, but all he could hear was fondness in his voice, it wasn't like he was disturbed at all by this surprising encounter.
"I missed you…" He opened his eyes, and Harry was looking back at him, gazing at him with his heart on his sleeve. And Regulus couldn't find any appropriate answer to that, what was he supposed to say ? That it had been just 2 hours since the last time they had seen each other after Evan had run across the corridor ?
The fact is, he had missed him too.
His heart was aching for him, every seconds apart felts like a cold glance from his mother. So, he wasn't quite in the right place to laugh at him for this kind of behavior. The smell of the gryffindor was overbearing, but he couldn’t get enough of it, and a little smirk escaped him when he realized how red Harry’s face was, bloody hell how cute it was to see him flustered, he was endearing. The way his other hand went to stroke his neck nervously as his foot was tapping on the floor.
“Missed me ?” Then the words hit him like a truck, and his smirk turned into a bashful curve of lips as he kept his eyes on him, he was… missed ? His heart fluttered and he swore he had felt his stomach do a triple looping, and his hunger did not arrange the situation. By Merlin and the four founders of Hogwart he wanted to kiss him sensesless, and fuck him, and wake up next to him so he could get breakfast and bring it to him in their bed, and take care of him when he felt down or sick, and give him anything he could ever dream of, and- and…
Oh no he didn't want them to fuck, he wanted to make love to him, kiss him endlessly, take care of him when he’s feeling low or sick.
But most importantly he wanted him to feel safe and loved, so, so loved. That was terrifying, how could he do that ? He was cursed, all he did was bring misfortune and sorrow to the people he loved, Harry could have so much more, he should want so much more.
“After… After my conversation with Lily, I realized you weren’t there, at lunch. And I just thought. That- I don't know I-“ Seeing him so shy and awkward was both worrisome and absolutely charming. As he was talking Harry took a step back, taking something out of his pocket before casting a perfect Engorgement charm on something which he soon realized was a little bag with, he guessed, food inside of it. “The house-elves packed this when they saw me sneaking in the kitchen and I slipped your name, they must really like you…” Something flashed across his eyes as he smiled, gazing into the distance before snapping out of it. “Oh, also there’s enough for two in it, perhaps Malfo-“ He stopped. “Maybe Pandora would fancy some ?”
“How did you know I was with Pandora ?” Regulus simply asked, taking the bag to check what was in it, packed sandwiches with fruits.
“The Slytherins are known for having a token ravenclaws that some literally call ''princess Malefoy'' so it's quite noticeable when she’s not there, she’s also your best friend so I concluded that you were together.. Oh, and I know Pandora is vegetarian so I made another sandwich for her, I hope it’s okay.” Regulus looked up, eyes wide as his hold tightened on the jute bag.
“You- As long as there’s no meat, fish or eggs it’s perfect. But… You made it ?” Harry looked at him and shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing to do.
“Yes of course, it was already nice of Pitt to tolerate my person in his kitchen on top of making the elves work more, the least I could do was give them a hand.” His heart pounded faster again for a whole new reason, as he realized that he had never seen this part of Harry. He wasn't expecting the elves to obey and accommodate to all his needs. Of course the elves wanted to help out and take care of the students, it was an important part of their culture, a tradition they couldn't let go of despite the many attempts of many wizards and witches. But it still felt good. To know the boy he wanted to pay court to had the same values as him when it comes to treating people with a lower societal status with respect.
After all, the wizarding society would have disappeared if it wasn't for them and their ancestors. But even without this part of History, they were still worthy of respect.
The slytherin quickly closed the bag and used a shrinking charm on it before putting it in his pocket, he should be able to find Dor' before she was at Hogsmeade if he was fast enough. Or he could simply owl her.
After that was done, a silence only disturbed by the sounds of students walking by, or the ambient hustle and bustle settled between the two of them, Regulus keeping his eyes calm and steady on Harry whose hands were moving nervously. Going in and out of his pockets or fiddling with a wire on his sleeve. He wanted to ask something, he could tell. Harry was like an open book but what could he possibly-
Oh.
Then he understood what was happening in Harry's head, and he felt himself blush a little. Of course he had dragged him to an empty, almost intimate corridor to… To do what exactly? His cheeks started burning as images of what Harry could have in mind came to his own, but then his voice snapped him back into reality.
"Reg? Can I…”
“Bloody hell Harry…” Regulus sighed before urging him closer, his hands on his hips. And slowly pressed a kiss at the corner of his lips, feeling the taller boy in front of him shivering as he dragged his hands lower on his back, carefully sliding under his thick jumper to feel the warmth of his skin on his freezing hands.
And eagerly, Harry answered, both of his hands going to his raven hair, pulling and rattling his wavy strands while his plump pinkish lips were tracing a path on his face, on his cheek then his nose and his chin. As in a haze Regulus drowned into the feelings, drunken by all this affection he yearned to receive and give to him, Harry, only Harry…
“I want to kiss you… Can I ?” Harry then whispered against his lips, and the slytherin thought for a moment that, if he happened to die like that, it wouldn’t disturb him.
So he tilted his face slightly, his breath erratic, his heart beating like a mad drummer when his nose met his cheek, their breath collided as, almost absentmindedly, he pressed his nails into his burning naked flesh when finally, their lips met.
They moved in tandem, singing the same music, the same harmony all around them as the blue-eyed boy felt like he was losing touch with reality, it was surreal, it was them, and it was so, so perfect.
There wasn't any tongue, no bite and no moan, but it felt amazing for a whole other reason, this person he felt so attached to, so close to him, sharing with him the beauty of what a loving kiss was. A kiss full of care, tenderness, affection… As the hands in his hair were now softly stroking the little hair at the top of his neck, setting his souls on fire. He couldn't feel his own body, couldn't feel the angle of his neck or his stomach crying poor, the way his shirt was uncomfortably buttoned-up and how he wished, he begged he could be taller just to look at Harry from a better angle, not that this one wasn't absolutely delightful.
His heart missed a beat and before he could even say a word, Harry broke the kiss. Unsatisfied by that he tried to tug him back, to give him the hint that bloody hell, he needed him again until he couldn’t breathe anymore, until he was nothing but a mess of need and want and love. But then he heard a soft chuckle, and that’s when he opened his eyes.
Harry was looking at him, his eyes half-closed and his lips parted, it reminded him of the face he had done when in the room of requirement when he was seducing him into going faster. And oh, this look still made him shiver.
A soft smile appeared on his lips as he whispered, oh so sweetly. “I feel so safe when you’re holding me like that…” Then he closed his eyes and turned his face away, as if he was ashamed of saying out loud how he felt. But Regulus did not feel the same, he felt his hands tremble at the realization that he was… He was making him feel safe. He could make someone feel safe. He wasn't just another cold and steady Black heir, he wasn’t just someone who needed to be powerful and carry his family name. He could make someone he loved feel safe. Instinctively his hold tightened around Harry and he bit his lips to blood. Do. Not. Cry. Now.
“And…” Harry pursued. “And I… I just… I don't know how to- what words could express how much I adore you. It’s…” The gryffindor nervously moistened his dry and cracked lips, he smelled like winter and grass, he was probably outside not so long ago. But it wasn't important, what was important was that each of these messy words sank deep into Regulus’ heart, it was so much, it was so beautifully said. Just the feeling in these eyes was driving him mad, he didn't need to hear it to just feel. Feel the tug of their magic wrapping around each other. The warmth of golden threads around his body.
The way Harry was allowing him to see him so vulnerable was incredibly wonderful, painfully beautiful in a way he had never been able to see before. It was so much more, a different kind of attractive. He had seen him vulnerable before, elongated on a glassy coffee-table with his hand pumping his length and his back curved as he came, in his bed crying out of overstimulation and pleasure, on his knees with his lips beautifully wrapped around him. But it was different. It felt different, somehow even more precious, just like when he had told him that his sufferings weren’t something he just had to deal with, just like when he had cried, terrified of him being disgusted by his scars, just like when he had fought Sirius and James all alone when they were attacking him.
It was more than desire, it was this pure, heart-wrecking love. It wasn’t just a pleasurable touch, it was the way his calloused hands and his bitten nails were caressing his hair, it wasn’t how these lips looked wrapped around him, it was the way they could curve into the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
It wasn't what he could feel physically, but the way he felt so soft and warm inside when he was whispering sweet nothing. Without expecting anything in return, he never expected anything in return, this boy could give and give and never ask for anything back.
But he deserved it, he deserved anything and everything. And if he was determined to stay by his side, if being held was what he yearned for, then he should, no, he must. He must hold him until the end of this world. Not just because he loved him, but because he deserved to be loved, he deserved every little piece of happiness he could bring to his life.
“Sunshine…” He breathed, sliding his hands up and down on his beloved’s back. “Philtatos…” He tried again, nuzzling Harry’s chest, breathing deeply in his scent, his musk. His most beloved. “I am so honored to be the one making you feel safe, to be the one you adore… I feel… I feel the same, even if I’m, like, terrible at saying it, you make me feel so… So complete. It’s like…” He swallowed as he felt Harry’s face on his skull, his nose buried deep in his hair and breathing like he was his oxygene. “I always felt like I… Like I did not belong, like all I could do was make myself useful for something, or someone to fill this… This hole in my heart. But you… You came into my life and filled it completely. Like the missing piece of the puzzle my aching soul was looking for all its life…”
It almost felt like I was free. He thought, as he felt his magic escape his fingers, sinking into Harry’s flesh, and he felt it, he knew he did because he shivered, but he didnt step back, he stayed against him. So close and warm.
If only he could apparate them to his bed, or perhaps Harry’s bed for a change ? His legs were wobbly and he knew if Harry kissed him again he would most likely pass out because of the overwhelming feeling of love filling his blood completely, like a potion, like a charm taking control of him. Except that it wasn't magic, it was only his feelings, the feelings he had for this kind and compassionate person.
He always knew he liked men and male-presenting people, and that women and female-presenting people weren't his cup of tea. But at this instant, he knew that even if Harry was a woman, he would still be utterly in love with her.
In love ? Yes, that’s it. He was in love. He was in love with Harry James Potter. Son of, he had figured out, Lily Evans and James Potter.
His eyes closed, he tilted his head up again and brushed his lips on Harry’s waiting to get his permission before pressing their parted lips together, still no tongue, but the feeling of their lips and the warmth of their mouth was enough, actually it was more than enough. Especially when Harry started softly biting his lover's lips and whispering sweet nothings, his hand leaving his hair to go on his arm as the other one was on his cheek, tucking behind his ear a strand of hair before stroking his face, connecting his freckles together. His hands were warm, more warm than usual, perhaps his magic, perhaps his body was just much more sensitive to his touch, either way he couldn't get enough, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue on his lips.
“Please my little star, please…” Harry whispered, almost begged. Regulus understood, and slided his tongue into his mouth, and when Harry answered with his own, he knew it was over, so he let his hands slide down to his waistband, tentatively tugging on it as Harry was slowly taking the lead, taking control of their kiss. Little noises escaped, a huff or a moan none of them could tell who it was coming from, the gryffindor stepped closer, pressing his slytherin up against the wall, and Regulus did not complain one bit, the strong and cold surface of the stoned wall contrasting with the fire Harry was wrapping him in, plus, the slight feeling of being pressed against a surface while Harry was taking control was nothing he wanted to fight against.
When he tried to move his hands lower to grip Harry’s arse cheeks, the hand which was on his arm grabbed his own hand to stop it from moving. Sighing in disappointment it didn't stop Regulus from grinning when Harry chuckled mid-kiss, half-complaining about his wandering hands and his lack of manners.
“Is that how a Black should act ?” He then smiled, pushing his hand directly on his lower back, where it wanted to go in the first place. And in response Regulus gently bit his lower lips before answering.
“I don’t know, is an eighteen-year-old man supposed to do such outrageous things to a fifteen-year-old boy?” He thought that it was a good comeback, but he soon realized that Harry was having none of that. And he knew it when his lips moved on his neck, nibbling on his earlobe and tearing an outraged and aroused gasp out of him before his voice dropped to a lower pitch and he murmured almost dangerously.
“If that’s outrageous let me tell you that I can do much more inappropriate things to you my little star…”
“Uh uh…” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, losing himself in the feeling of being submitted like that, before biting back. “You seem full of confidence, for someone who came in his pants crying out my name…Twice.” He smiled maliciously when his words got the intended effect, which was Harry moaning pathetically at the reminding.
“Maybe next time I’ll finish in your mouth.” Oh no, it wasn't over. “Or on you, defiling your skin with my relief ? Would you like that ?”
“Merlin, Salazar- Harry…” The shorter boy growled, feeling his blood going in a whole other direction than the one intended. “Yes, yes I would love that… Becoming a blank canva for you to make beautiful.“
“Oh God, my star, I just went from telling you how much I adore you, to snogging you, to talking dirty-“ Harry suddenly said, as if he was realizing what they were doing and how fucked up it was, and Regulus couldnt help it, he burst out laughing, because yes, indeed it was absurd.
“Why are we like that, I swear to Salazar…” He managed to say between two laughs. “Harry what the fuck is wrong with us ??”
And just as lost and hysterical as him, Harry almost screamed, tears in his eyes. “I have no fucking idea but I know it’s fucked up-“
His chest felt lighter as he was laughing almost hysterically because of the rollercoaster of emotions they had been through together in less than an hour, and when he finally managed to calm a bit, he immediately cupped Harry’s face in his hands and kissed him senseless again, their laugh mixing together as their lips met clumsily. It was a mess, but it was their mess, and it was the best mess he could have ever dreamed of.
“In all seriousness, I think we are both mentally unstable.” He then asserted between two kisses, as Harry’s hands moved to his hips.
“It’s alright, at least we’re hot.” Regulus sneered at that, rolling his eyes before pinching one of his cheeks.
“You’re hot, I’m normal.”
“Trust me you are very hot, you are also charming and pretty and honest and intelligent and badass and-“
“Alright, alright I understand, just- stop.” Regulus pressed both of his hands on Harry’s mouth, trying to shut him up and stopping him from saying more embarrassing things. But he soon realized it was impossible when Harry licked his hands, and before Regulus could even manifest his disgust Harry had casted a mouth-freshener charm on himself and was back on attacking him with sweet pecks all around his face.
From afar he heard voices and he tried to react, he really did, he had been trained to recognise and hear even the faintest noise, but truly, nobody would be able to keep their composure and think straight if Harry Potter was kissing them like he’s kissing him right now. So instead he raised his hands and put them on his shoulders, urging him closer, losing himself in his embrace, in the taste of his lips, in the way his hands were tightly wrapped around his hips, in the way he-
“Bloody hell Dorca, you’re gonna put the both of us in big trouble…” A breathy voice resonated at some point, and the both of them froze, but didn’t back off.
“Not if they don’t catch us angel.” Another voice echoed in the hallway, husky and gruttal, but still feminine. “And may I remind you that we both mastered the Disillusionment charm ? Now, where were we before James interrupted us ?”
“I think we were in my dorm and your tongue was in my mouth…”
“So you’re not sure ? Maybe I should make you remember, how does that sound babe ?”
“That- that sounds perfect sweetheart…”
What they were doing was obvious, and the fact that they had tried to find an empty corridor for the same reason as them was even more painfully obvious, and even thought they hadn’t seemed disturbed by their presence, Regulus still valued his privacy, and so he let go of Harry’s lips, looking at him both apologetically and frustrated, before coughing loud enough to be heard by the girls. Which he heard, immediately jumped away from each other when they heard him, so they had not, in fact, noticed them. Bloody Gryffindors, snogging in corridors without checking the area first.
“Bloody mother fucking hell by Merlin’s saggy balls and his boyfriend prince Arthur's daddy issues what the actual FUCK are y’all doing here-“ Dorca Meadows half-screamed with a hand on her heart and the other possesively wrapped around her girlfiend’s middle. Regulus himself was still a bit drunken by the intense snogging session he had just experienced, therefore he didn't even notice all the curses and bad words she had managed to say in only one sentence. Just that she looked both pissed and embarrassed at once.
Then the realization that they were now doomed hit him when McKinnon looked at them, eyes wide and her lips swollen but still able to tell that they were pretty much in the same situation. They knew, bloody hell they knew, what were they going to do now ? If anybody learned about that- before they could even start dating officially, his friends, no, his family, no… His mother, she would ruin everything, and he wouldn’t be able to even ask him if he could court him properly.
No way he was letting that happen.
“If you snitch on us I’ll snitch on you.” He simply answered, which seemed to annoy her even more than before, and when she moved her hand certainly to reach for her wand he didn't budge, Dorca was one of, if not the most talented duellist of this school, not including professors but she was still pretty damn powerful, and he knew better that to do any fast movements around someone like her.
That’s when he felt a hand on his cheek that he realized his posture had changed, he was standing up straight and still, his pureblood aristocratic manners had taken over once again. And he broke his eye-contact with the taller woman to look at his beloved, who looked at him concerned but, most of all, possessive.
A true protector, really.
Then he moved, doing the same as Dorca by wrapping his arms around his body, but moving him a bit so he was closer, his chin against the top of his head.
“Nobody will snitch on anybody, it’s none of our business who you are dating and the same goes the other way around.” Then he looked back at Regulus. “I’ll see you around later little star ?”
And Regulus smiled at that, nodding before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Astronomy tower at 10pm ?”
“Perfect.” Harry answered, holding him tight as if he didn't want him to leave, and perhaps he did not want him to do so. And in response Regulus got on his toes and slowly kissed him one last time.
“See you later sunshine…” He smiled against his lips, and watched his loverboy go out of reach. Almost instinctively he touched his well-kissed lips with the tip of his fingers, the lingering feeling of Harry's mouth on it making his head all soft and smooth.
"So that's why Sirius and James attacked the both of you ?" A girl with a strange eyes-color asked, more to herself than to Regulus directly. Her arms were still around her girlfriends' neck, her pale skin was covered with fine and complex forms, magical tattoos, not a lot of wizards were able to do such beautiful things.
"Indeed." He answered nonetheless, checking his pocket to make sure that the bag was still in it. "Also Meadowes, I lied. I wouldn't snitch on you." The taller girl smirked at him, showing her endearing gap-toothed smile. And winked.
"I know baby Black." He frowned at the childish and ridiculous nickname, but let it slide, this time. "I know what it's like to hide such important things. I honestly think that if my father knew, he would…" She stopped for a second, her face falling into something sorrowful, and the light only came back in her eyes when her girl's hand took hers. Then she looked back at him, a flame flickering in her orbs. "But, just know that I won't say a word."
"Neither will I…" He answered, his grip tightening around the bag in his pocket his dearest had just given him.
"Also, call me Dorcas." She added as he was walking by them, ready to go outside and get his hands on Pandora so they could eat together. And he stopped, raising an eyebrow at her with a knowing and surprised smile, it was rare for heirs of pureblood families to call each other by their first name. Except for some hidden friendships and relationships.
"Alright, as long as you call me Regulus."
"I guess I'll just call myself them." Marlene rolled her eyes, though it was noticeable that she wasn't truly muffed, but more like a bit annoyed and endeared.
They are good together, completing but also balancing each other's personality, he surprised himself thinking. Dorcas was short-tempered. Taller than most of the students here. Her hair braided tightly against her skull but wild and free in a puffy bun on the top of her head, the roundness of the shape matching strangely well with her angular face, her skin was a hot and dark brown like her well-known father, but her skin looked softer. Her girlfriend Marlene on the other hand had a pinkish skin, as pale as him, but her cheeks were always covered with a redness he knew wasn't caused by her timidity or make-up, that girl was anything but shy, most of the time. Her eyes were known for regularly changing colors because she liked to mess around with the Colovaria charm, and at the moment they were a deep and vivid crimson, her hair were a really clear brown but not clear enough to be considered blond, decorated with strands of hair of the same color as her eyes. It was clear that she was much more calm and steady than her lover, but still pukish with a dark sense of humor, and she was as well shorter, shorter than Harry but probably taller than him, her skin covered with moles, or freckles…
Perhaps her family was related to the Weasleys ? The Mckinnon were also seen as blood-traitors after all, due to multiple people of their family advocating for helping muggles during the second muggle war, as well as a history of advocating for every species and type of being’s rights, giving their support to the centaurus who refused to be classified, along with werewolves and mixed wizards descendants such as half-giants, half-elves, half-goblins and the list goes on. And despite him not agreeing with all their political opinions, he sure felt respect toward them, they knew what they believed in, and they had fought for it.
These girls were, in a way, a beautiful contrast. Regulus shook his head, smirked at her, and said. "I'll leave you to it Marlene. Don't forget the invisibility charm." And with that he strutted away, laughing at himself when he heard Dorcas urgently casting an invisibility charm on themselves. These gryffindors…
Once he had left the area, he went directly to Hogsmeade, knowing he would find a chimney and some floo powder there, so he could join Pandora at Flourish and Blotts Bookseller, knowing her and her ravenclaws habits she was certainly already seeking for a book to help him with his little courting project.
And bloody hell, he needed to get there fast because his beloved’s sandwiches smelled amazing…