The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm, flickering glow across the common room. The low murmur of voices from other students barely reached the corner where you and Regulus sat, curled up on a plush, dark green couch. You were nestled against him, his arm around your shoulders, fingers lightly brushing the edge of your sleeve, as if to remind you of his presence.

His deep, gray eyes gazed down at you with a gentle, contemplative expression, his thumb idly tracing small patterns on your arm. You smiled to yourself, content in the quiet intimacy you shared, but then Regulus broke the silence with a question.

"Do you actually still remember how we met?"

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as a knowing smile tugged at your lips. "You mean how you pulled my ponytail? Yes, in any case."

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a flutter through your chest. There was something so irresistibly endearing about his mischievous streak, even when he was being serious. "Somehow I had to get your attention," he said with a smirk, his gray eyes glinting. "And it worked."

You tilted your head slightly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "It worked, all right," you teased back, shifting a little closer to him. "But I never thought it would lead to this." You gestured vaguely around the room, your heart swelling as you looked at him, feeling the weight of every shared memory and every moment that had brought you here.

Regulus gave a small, almost bashful shrug, his fingers now resting on your cheek, gently brushing the tips of his thumb over your skin. "Sometimes the most ridiculous things lead to the best things," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "I'm glad it worked out this way."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had become the love of your life, your endgame. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. "Me too," you whispered, your fingers tracing the collar of his robes. "Me too."