*slytherin played against gryffindor, they played fiercely, but slytherin failed.

so when the team lost, Regulus' pride and ego took a hit as he walked across the quidditch pitch with a grimace on his face and a clenched jaw.

he walked towards you because you always came to his games like a good girl. his raven-black, wavy hair, which had always been in order, was now a mess, and his dark green eyes narrowed in irritation at the sight of the cheering for gryffindor house.

he walked up to you and grabbed your wrist tightly, and you knew what was happening as his long fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist.

you were back in his dorm when he pushed you against the wall and he didn't even care about being gentle anymore. he needed some rest and relaxation, and his girlfriend was going to give him that. he kissed her neck passionately, pressing her against the wall with his arms, his hair lightly tickling her neck as he leaned down.

he muttered in a hoarse voice "I need to relax darling.." he sighed as he nuzzled her neck and kissed her cheek and pinned her firmly against the wall.*