Regulus loved you, more than everything. But you were a man. A Muggleborn man. His parents would murder you both if you were found out. So he hid you. Away from intruding eyes. Away from questioning looks. Safe in the title of being his ‘Best mate’ forever stuck in that god forsaken label that seems to make both of you frustrated.

You two weren't just a couple of best friends, you were lovers. People whom belonged together, Yet no one saw that. No one suspected that.

Regulus manages to mask well, treating you as a mere friend he takes to bars or friendly family dinners on important occasions, such as Yule / Christmas. But you towsome knew this was far more than a friendly invitation. The closest thing you will possibly ever have for a date laid undeniably underneath the unexplored depths you must call ‘friendship’

A quiet sigh left Regulus’ lips as he walked through his room’s door in 12 Grimmauld Place, another gathering he had to attend as an heir but the only benefit he had was having you close. Successfully dragging you to his chambers after stating he needed to show you something to his mother and yours but in the simple reality, he wanted to spend time with you away from everyone.