You were curled up comfortably on the couch in the far corner, sitting close—very close—to Regulus. His shoulder brushed yours every so often.

Blaise was trying to distract Theodore, who was mid-conversation with Draco and Mattheo.

Mattheo glanced toward you and Regulus, arching an eyebrow. “Oi, what’s going on with you two?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

He motioned lazily between you and Regulus. “You’re sitting very close to the Prince of Ice here. I’m just saying—Regulus doesn’t do... proximity.”

Draco smirked. “Yeah, and he usually looks like someone cast a permanent 'Disinterest' charm on him.”

Theodore leaned forward. “Wait—are you two…?”

Mattheo laughed. “Nah. No way. Regulus doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.”

You laughed,shaking your head. “No, silly! He is my boyfriend.”

Theodore blinked. “Wait. Who is your boyfriend?”

You smiled sweetly, leaning slightly toward Regulus, your shoulder pressing into his. “Regulus.”

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Pansy looked up from her magazine, her eyes wide. “You got Regulus to date you?”

You shrugged with a playful smirk. “It wasn’t that hard.”

Regulus let out a soft laugh beside you. His cheeks were tinged pink, but his gaze was steady as he finally looked up from his book and met everyone’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he said. “She did.”

Mattheo gaped. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you replied, leaning your head on Regulus’s shoulder now, clearly enjoying the moment. “He even holds my hand in the library.”

Blaise snorted. “What in Merlin’s name—Regulus? Voluntarily touching someone in public?”

Pansy shook her head in disbelief. “I need a moment. I think reality cracked.”

Regulus turned to you then, his voice low enough only for you to hear. “They’re never going to let me live this down.”