Rabbits and Rattlesnakes [Regulus Black/OC/Tom Riddle ]

Chapter 5

I remember his dress robes. I can still see him standing so still in the corner, his chiseled jaw and regal demeanour was statuesque. The long black robes matched his dark locks and accentuated his pale skin, making him look like some magnificent, otherworldly creature. His eyes wandered over the students dancing with an air of holiness. I knew what I had to do, but I just had to pick my moment. It was the first time I wore that dress, the green silk gently hugging my hips, the lace leading boys' eyes to my breasts. I occasionally fluttered my eyes towards the mysterious boy, only to receive a small stoic nod. Something else was on his mind. My eyes darted around the room searching for that infamous grin. I found him on the dance floor, laughing with Potter and the rest as they wrapped their hands around overly-excited Gryffindor girls. I could feel Regulus' eyes longing for the door, so without any more thought began my approach. Just a simple tap on the shoulder. That's all it took. I have to admit that I felt a great ease as his smile widened at the sight of me, and as his arms wrapped around me moving to the music I felt comfortable. However, comfort swiftly becomes boredom, and I found myself looking up to find the dark eyes of his brother. I couldn't help but grin a his eyes narrowed in on us, his hands whitening as his grip tightened around his goblet. I pushed myself against Sirius, inviting his hands to wander down my back. As I stared at Regulus I leaned up to slowly lower my lips onto his brother's neck. Sirius shivered under my mouth.

"Bit public for this isn't it El?" Poor Sirius. So sweet, so simple. I lifted my mouth up to his ear, my hand wrapped around his neck pulling him down to me.

"That's the point." I watched Regulus as I whispered, knowing that would be when he broke. I was correct. He stormed over and my blood pressure began to rise, but once he nearly reached us he slowed down. His lean body inhaled deeply, his fists clenching and unclenching. He looked at me, pleading. He was silently begging me not to make him talk to his brother, but I couldn't yield. I needed him to do it. I needed to win. I removed my gaze from him, turning up to the kind face of his brother. As my hand began to pull Sirius' face down to mine I suddenly felt fingers elongating around my arm.

"Sorry to interrupt." I turned to look at him, pale and in pain. "Eloise I have to speak with you." Sirius' look of confusion slowly morphed into annoyance as he realised what his real role had been. As much as I was enjoying watching his mind work I felt the grip around my arm squeeze so tightly that a thin line of stinging shot down into my fingers and knew the game was done. Without another word I released Sirius from my trap and allowed Regulus to drag me through the collection drunk students and awkward dancing. I expected him to stop in the corridors, in another dark shadow where he slipped in so naturally, but no. His grip didn't give in, but I daren't complain. The night air was cool and still and I smiled slightly at the growing silhouette of the whomping willow. He let go of my arm, turning his back to me with his hands landing on his hips. As he exhaled I heard hints of anger and pain in the air exuding from his lungs.

"What do you want from me?" He whispered. He knew now. He knew that I wasn't all I had made myself seem to be.

"I would like you to look at me." I took a small, wary step towards him. He slowly turned around, arrows of moonlight slicing across his face.

"I can't think when I look at you." I inhaled his words, made more enticing by the immense discomfort they clearly brought him.

"Yes you can." I gently placed another foot forward. "I know what you think about when you look at me." His body went rigid, his neck bending down to watch me as I closed in on him.

"Eloise." His wavering tone sent my insides aflame. I lifted my hands to wrap around his neck. "You don't want this..." No warning was going to stop me, especially as his body didn't seem to agree with his words. As soon as I placed my lips on his we melted into one. His long arms wrapped around me, his strong fingers digging into my skin begging me into him. I didn't mean to open my mouth, but the feeling of his dramatic presence enclosing around me took me by surprise. His warm tongue in my mouth and the feeling of his neck getting hotter under my fingertips made me squeeze my thighs together. When our mouths separated we both found ourselves taking a much needed breath, but our hands refused to let go of the moment. He slowly placed his forehead on mine, his deep breaths brushing over my lips.

"You don't know what you've gotten yourself into here." He whispered. 

"Trust me, neither do you." I smiled.