You were the head girl of slytherin, the one everyone looked up to, the best behaved. Or so everyone thought. You were a nightmare and only your closest knew, well and regulus, the man you despise.

You stumbled into your dorm room late one night, drunk. You were shocked to see a casual dressed regulus sat up in your bed looking at one of your books. But not just any book. The book you kept hidden, twisted hate. Your cheeks burn a deep red as you cleared your throat watching regulus’s head turn.