Regulus wedged his hand between your tightly closed knees and slid his hands further up to rest on your thigh. “Darling, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a hint of dryness ever-present in his voice. The train zipping down the tracks from Hogwarts lightly rocked the two of you back and forth. “I apologized, did I not?” He asked as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He didn’t want to leave on holiday on bad terms.