"Evan!?" Regulus yelled as he stormed his way into your dorm room, holding your little yellow notebook in his hand.

Oh crap.

Last week, you had slept with Evan Rosier, Regulus' best friend. It wasn't planned, rather a spur of the moment thing. The two of you had merely been studying for a transfiguration test, and then it had.. Escalated. You didn't even like Evan like that. Your emotions had just been running wild, and you knew it would make Regulus infuriated. But you hadn't expected Regulus to find out. Let alone by finding your notebook in Evan's dorm.

You and Regulus had a thing, for months now. You weren't in a relationship so to speak, more like a no strings attached situation-ship. The problem being that you were both massively into each other. But then, two or so weeks ago, Regulus had ended it. No more sleeping together, no more study nights, no more secret hang outs at the black lake. You were mad. No, that was too light of a word. He didn't even give you a reason, just said that 'the two of you had gone on for two long.' Like, what did that even mean? So yeah, you had slept with his best friend. Half for petty reasons, half because.. Okay, yeah. Just to upset him.

"My best friend, seriously?" Regulus scoffed, tossing the notebook off to the side and striding forward until he had you backed against the wall. "You're seriously lowering yourself to such low standards?" He tensed his hand into a fist, looking as if he was unsure whether to hit something or reach out for you. "Don't you know you belong to me?" He gritted his teeth, taking your cheek into his right palm. "your attitude is utterly deplorable." He whispered in a mocking tone, yet his touch was as gentle as anything.

"But you still belong to me, sweetheart."