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NOTE: Fluff and Slight Smut
Background song: From Now On - The Features
Y/H/C - your hair color
Y/E/C -your eye color
Y/N - your name
Y/F/N - your full name
Regulus Black was always told by his mother that “Pure is Power.”
Being a pure-blood means that you are above all. Every day he was reminded by the four walls of 12 Grimmauld Place that he was royalty and even by the Sorting Hat when he was sorted to the Slytherin, his lineage was royal. He learned not to talk or interact with lesser than him… but why did he let himself be pulled out into the night by her?
They ran through the empty halls of Hogwarts at night, their footsteps were loud enough for Snape to hear them. He was trying to remember why he was in this situation in the first place.
Regulus was coming out of the library that late evening. He trailed off down the stairs and into the open courtyard, admiring the full moon above him. By now, his chaotic brother and his friends would still be out of the Gryffindor common room and wreak havoc but tonight, Hogwarts was silent. He stood at the center of the quad and closed his eyes, embracing the silence. Trying to forget everything and everyone.
Without any caution, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him to a corner.
“What the hell are you doing dragging me like-?” He yelled at his kidnapper, menacingly, only to be stopped by her hands covering his mouth. He looked at her with eyes filled with astonishment.
She was something. Her Y/E/C twinkled in the night, like stars were trapped in them. Her Y/H/C hair swayed ethereally in the cold night breeze. The wind wafted her scent towards him, and he could smell cinnamon and maple, like breakfast he never had but wished to in his house. She smelled of comfort and warmth, something he rarely recognized.
“Shh! Be quiet or Mr. Filch would hear us! Regulus, would you help me?” She finally spoke. Her voice sending sparks that made him feel odd. He never felt like this before. What is this? He asked himself.
He responded by shaking his head hard. He reminded himself to be mad at this Hufflepuff student with her actions but to no success. All Regulus could think of was how she looked in the moonlight and how the night played with her smooth face.
“Please?” She pleaded, staring at him. Her eyes getting doll-like and brighter as the night goes on, making his heart do backflips. Regulus stared at her, making his eyes bigger as well. They stared for a long time which made him incredibly uncomfortable. Finally, he gave up with the ridiculous staring contest and heaved a heavy sigh and nodded at the Hufflepuff girl.
“I’m going to put my hands down and you will help me, okay?” She said. He rolled his eyes and nodded. As agreed, the girl let go of his mouth. Regulus was thinking to betray her or yell snarky comments or get furious, but he didn’t and that made Regulus angrier at himself more.
Then, she immediately grabbed his hands again and they sped off into the night.
They were running so fast they were flying. The went down a flight of stairs and away from the castle. The moon was big in the vast dark sky and she looked like someone out of the pages Regulus’ books. Someone he read but never dreamt of being with.
Suddenly, he remembered her.
She was in his Potions class. She was in front of the class, near Professor Snape’s table. Her hair was not down like tonight as she always tied her hair in a bun. Regulus only knew her name when she’s called by the Professor. He also knew she was a mudblood. Her mother and father were muggles which means he has absolutely nothing to do with her kind. He never bothered knowing her or her likes and dislikes but as the night grew longer, he hated the fact that that was the only thing he knew.
They ran so much that they passed Hagrid’s house and came closer to the entryway of the Forbidden Forest. They abruptly stopped at the entrance, heaving big puffs of cold air. Regulus looked at his classmate with curious eyes and saw fear in her face. She turned pale as a ghost.
“Are you afraid of the Forbidden Forest?” he asked.
“What? No! It’s just…” Suddenly, a mass of white auras came rushing from the forest towards us. The school’s ghosts howled in the night as they flew right through us. They were eerie and scary, but Regulus didn’t think of them that much. They were just ghosts, something explainable in the wizarding world.
Unfortunately, she began screaming her lungs out, it was so loud that it could wake Hagrid up. He scoured his brain, thinking of something before they get into trouble from sneaking out. Before Regulus could think of something sensible to shut her up, he suddenly held her face tightly, closed his eyes, and firmly pressed his lips against hers. That would shut her up.
She stopped screaming and her eyes were so wide that it might pop off her skull while he looked at the boy who was so close to her. Red flushed both their cheeks as Regulus continued kissing her until the ghosts left for good. The smell of cinnamon and maple enveloped him while he drew her closer. Surprisingly for Regulus, she kissed him back and her hands ruffled his pitch black and that made him felt soft. Her touch made him to putty.
WHAT IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU DOING, REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK?!He could hear his mother yelling in his head. Kissing a MUDBLOOD?! How dare you! He pushed Walburga’s voice back as he tried to distract her from what she fears. He didn’t care.
With the Fat Friar remaining from the sea of apparitions, the Slytherin boy parted his lips from her and let her go. Both steadied their breaths while they caught their balance once more. Regulus felt dizzy from defying his mother’s voice and kissing her. He couldn’t wrap his head around of what happened, let alone thinking of what she was.
“Ghosts. You have an irrational fear of ghosts?” He asked the girl, still gasping for air.
The Hufflepuff girl hang her mouth wide open. Regulus studied her face; her cheeks were red even in the pale blue light of the moon. She radiated warmth again like before.
“Y/N? Y/F/N, please answer me.” Regulus called her out of her stupor. Her name rolled in his tongue like wildfire. It burned him like hell, yet he liked it. Regulus wanted to yell her name over and over again until his throat couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe even after that, he thought. He waited for a response, looking at her intensely.
“You know my name?” She finally spoke.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He responded as-a-matter-of-factly.
“Thestrals.” She told him out of the blue. Those winged dark creatures that appear to someone who have seen death, He thought. It was something he have never seen himself thankfully.
“What?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“That’s why were going to the Forbidden Forest. A Bowtruckle told me that one of the young Thestrals was injured from flying.” Y/N explained to Regulus.
After Y/N explained why the sudden escape from the castle and unexpected adrenaline rush only to help a dark creature, Regulus still couldn’t understand everything. Hell, he can’t even understand himself! Regulus was surprised of what he has become: disobeying school policies, sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night, defying his mother, kissing a mudblood and knowing he liked Y/N too much to admit it. This frustrated him so much. He brushed out his curly pitch-black hair from his face and started to laugh.
Y/N looked at Regulus with concern. I have broken Regulus Black, she thought.
Fits of his laughter echoed through the forest like a song waiting to be sung. So, this is what it feels like to be alive, he thought.
She suddenly joined him in laughing. He realized that her laughter was the sweetest melody he has ever heard in his entire life. He never wanted this to stop. His life only revolved to what his mother always say: “Pure is Power.” ... But so was love and happiness. He didn’t have the chance to experience it until Y/N grabbed her.
“So, Regulus Arcturus Black, would you stay and follow me into the unknown?” Y/N smiled at him, waiting for his answer. She held out her hand for the first time and pointed to the Forbidden Forest.
Without a second thought. Without considering his parent’s approval. Without knowing who he was. Regulus took Y/N’s hand and held it firmly. He was so sure of her.
“Always, Y/F/N.” He replied.
And both students ran to the forest with their hearts racing, gladly to face the unknown together.