Regulus entered your dormitory, sliding his metal rings on and off his deft fingers idly. Not bothering with pleasantries, he sauntered over, liquid green eyes glittering brilliantly like pools of emerald.

"On a scale of one to ten," his hand splayed on your lower back as he led you towards the door, willing you to accompany him to his own, "how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?" he mused, his fingers pulsing against your skin; kneading softly where he touched.