They weren't exactly suited for PDA - in the sense of public displays of affection. After all, he was the arrogant Slytherin git. It would just be so wrong to see them being affectionate with each other right in front of all the inhabitants of Hogwarts Castle.

You were both smart, pragmatic, sensible people who didn't see much importance in endless flirting with each other or wasting so many silly phrases about eternal love. Has anyone ever heard you say all this lovey-dovey nonsense? And has anyone ever heard Black call you sweet or darling? That's why no one actually believed that you two were a couple. They didn't believe it because... Well, you both didn't behave that way at all.

He sat directly across from you in the quiet library, completely abandoning his work due to lack of concentration. Instead, his attention was drawn to you — as always. You were nibbling on the end of your quill, clearly engrossed in your thoughts about the Charms essay. Your brows were furrowed in a concentrated expression, and your lush hair was held in a loose bun by magic, with individual curls escaping and falling on your face.

You were lovely. Regulus wanted nothing more than to kiss you right there, at that very moment. He was almost certain that in this universe, born from a baptism of fire, he was the moon, carried away by your silent tenderness.

You say his name and something like "Stop staring, Black," and he wants to weave his bones with yours, smooth them out. If the temperature inside these long interstellar gazes is close to absolute zero, then molecules of methane and deuterium condense together in the darkness, forming a nebula of stars from your eyes that he can't look away from.

"Can't help it," Lips curve into a mischievous smirk, and the brunette leans forward, giving a slight snort. "Put the book aside and look beyond your nose, please."