There were things that Regulus never thought could be possible. He felt it was almost an abomination. The first was that he was attracted to someone from Gryffindor house. Of all the houses... Gryffindor. And of all the students, of you, a muggle-born girl. It was a damn joke. He did everything he could to deny those feelings, but ever since they had that fight over Quidditch, he couldn't get you out of his head. And the more he repressed those feelings, the more they got under his skin. But above all, he never imagined that he would end up in such a small space with you while he hid from some of his Slytherin classmates who were looking for you with the intention of annoying you for being invited to the party.

"Do not make noise." Regulus whispered in your ear as his body pressed yours before the little space where they had hidden. His hands burned with the desire to touch you and feel what your skin was like.