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Prologue

"Would you at least give me the common courtesy to explain," the young girl screeched while attempting rather inadequately at keeping up with her friend's long strides.

"Explain what exactly Snow?," the young boy began, his vile use of her surname making the girl behind him cringe in response," How you've been fucking my brother, who by the way, no longer acknowledges me as such a relative, for the past year?" his words came to a halt alongside his steps as the corridor ended, forcing the girl behind him to mimic such a stop almost tripping herself in the process.

As she started to approach his side her words carried, "Regulus if you would let me just explain in the-" before the Snow girl could finish her sentence, she was stopped abruptly by the change in direction of her closest friend.

No words would be able to describe the surprise that coiled through her in reaction to his eyes meeting her own for the first since he found the letter of endearment signed by his dear old brother. Though she was not afraid to meet his gaze in the slightest, understanding that this was possibly the only chance she had to witness the seething emotions his eyes brought out before he was brought to his senses and Occluded.

"Fine, explain your heart out. Explain every fucking detail of your utopian love affair with my runaway, all good, Gryffindor brother," he let out a breath before inching closer to the young girl, letting her body fall so far back until she was square against the wall, him barely inches before her.

As he closed the space between their two bodies, mushing them against one another as if personal space was nothing but a radical concept, his lips left their position and were placed above before her left ear.

"Be honest with me now, does it turn you on Snow? Does it turn you on knowing how broken he is, how he's just a toy for you to work your pretty fucking magic on? Starting with one brother, let him fall under your spell, have him right where you want him and break him worse than he was before? Does that soak your knickers? Get you all hot and bothered?," Regulus let a ghost of a lick right under her ear before earning a whisper of a shiver from her to continue, "Let me guess what brings you to your fucking climax, shall I? Taking the one other person he cares the slightest about and taking him as your own gets your walls clenching, doesn't it?," another lick let itself out in the same exact spot before he continued, "But what really gets your orgasm to ripple through you, huh? Knowing he'd fucking let you do it again a thousand times over."

Before the young Black brother could let his tongue finish its job of dragging itself from the bottom of her earlobe, down her jaw, he was interrupted by a shove to his chest and his backs collision to the stone wall behind him.

His back now aching from the impact, his vision blurred and blacked left him almost utterly unaware of his surroundings. Unable to see what was in front of him did not leave him hard of hearing as his brother's voice now reigned through his ears.

"What the bloody hell was that Clare, what was he doing to you?" The concern laced in the older Black's voice shocked the younger of the two brother's, increasing his boiling anger even further.

"I'm perfectly fucking capable of taking care of my own Sirius, your help was far from needed," the unrequited lover of the disowned Black brother bit out, the harshness of her statement ringing through her words, as she approached her borderline unconscious friend, "the only thing you did was worsen an already incomprehensibly problematic situation and add to your brother's new found hatred toward's me."

As Clare approached him crouching down towards his lopsided body Regulus silenced his laugh at the use of the word "problematic," because that seriously did not begin to cover the realm in which this situation lied in.

Sirius stopped in his tracks before beginning his new monologue in confusion at his girlfriend's hostility towards him, "I don't know what fucking world you seem to live in, but his hands gripping your wrists so fucking tight I'll be admitted to St. Mungos for a seizure from shock if you don't wake up with blistering bruises tomorrow morning," his gaze maintained burning holes into the back of Clare's head as he continued his speech, "so as much as I admire your ability to 'hold your own,' you were doing a bloody awful job at doing so against all those kisses he was leaving against your neck," he finished while clenching his fists in a rhythmic motion.

Clare's entire body froze at the underlying accusation that was emerging from the mouth of her boyfriend. Her body unable to react to the deeming comment left her in nothing but a pure state of shock, her hands retracted from their original journey towards her friend's face and back towards her sides.

Though this time Regulus was unable to contain his reaction and broke into a smirk before speaking, "Licks."

Sirius barked out a "what" before beginning to understand how his brother was even conscious after his collision with the wall.

"Licks," Regulus repeated, "I was licking your lover all over like that dog friend of yours. What's his name, Remus? Or do you just call him good boy?"

The older Black brother's wand was out in less than a second in reaction to his younger brother's insulting words, pointing furiously towards the boy, "Repeat those words Regulus, I fucking dare you."

Clare, back still being turned to her lover was unable to witness his wands new presence in this scenario, but caught as her friend's smirk now grew into a girthy grin that did not meet his eyes.

"The part about me marking your girl, or doing it like your animal friend?"

The Unforgivable Curse that left his wand and his mouth silently, was on its intended route to his brother's body in no time. Though when the scream elicited from the Cruciatus Curse was anything but masculine, Sirius Black froze, his eyes not leaving the glass of the window before him.

The dry chuckle that could have come from no one other than his brother shocked Sirius back into reality and the unfathomable scene before him.

"Congratulations brother," Regulus started meeting his brothers direct gaze, "whatever she was to you, whatever you thought you had, is fucking over," but this time as he finished the sentence, the smile was glittering in his eyes.