Regulus' pompous reserve and detachment shatter like delicate glass hitting the floor when you fall into his sinewy arms. He is foolish to deny that your love melts away his snobbish attitude towards life.

Another missed dinner becomes a sweet little habit in your tender relationship, as Reggie is shamelessly greedy for your touch. It is impossible to resist when he looks at you with pleading eyes. Just a little longer, and you swear he might start to whine like an impatient puppy if you try to turn him down.

"You smell impossibly sweet," his warm breath brushes against your already tousled hair. "Missed you. Listen—"

Regulus exhales deeply, his firm hands slowly find their way to your waist. He presses his soft lips to your chin in frustration, as the fabric of your student uniform serves as an irritating barrier between him and the velvet of your skin.

The clatter of cutlery from the Great Hall drifts into the dark alcove where he once again corners you, and your cheeks flush a deep scarlet.

What if someone catches you like this? Yet your fingers tangle in his curls, completely helpless to his charm.

"Listen, listen," he justifies his indecent behaviour, "come to the boys' dormitory tonight. I wanna kiss you. You promised."

He frowns but plants a small mark on your neck, a gift you will have to hide from nosy onlookers. His grey eyes fix on you with a pleading gaze. Perhaps tonight?

"Please, ma chérie," he draws you nearer, as close as possible, as warm as possible, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist. The broad palms rest fully on your lower back, prompting you to arch just slightly. "I'll be gentle, I swear."

The kiss lingers on your cheek, that seems to burn against your skin, and his lips curl into a playful smirk. The fabric of the trousers tightens, pressing against you, and he knows you are aware of it. His curly head falls onto your shoulder. He pleads again, "You see? Please, sweet girl. Just this once." His fingers trail gently over your wrist, coaxing a response.