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39 ✧ Seventeen and Seventeen

Sowwy gang 🥺! Forgive my incredibly, crazy late update 👅
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"I hate this place." Regulus muttered. "I fucking hate this place." The tall house towered over them as the couple dared not move. "We should just fucking run."

"We can't." Y/N sighed, she intertwined their fingers and leaned her head on his shoulder. "My love, we can't just leave everyone here."

"Yes we can, write a letter to Dumbledore, we could join the others." His voice grew desperate, he sounded as if water was bubbling up from his lungs and was gasping for air. "We.." He choked back tears. "We could be happy... or something like that." He immediately cleared his throat, opting to appear as nonchalant as ever.

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When the sun went down, Y/N slipped into Regulus' room. She had to tell him where her allegiance had laid, she had to tell him something — anything. She carefully walked through the rows of beds, most of the boys sleeping, she weaved her way across the shoes and trunks littered messily across the floor. She stood in front of Regulus' bed, her hands shaking as she tried to move herself; she couldn't seem to do it. He wasn't a thorny rose, perhaps he was as callous as one, but he slept so peacefully — a rose but not one with any physical prickles, no thorns. Cold sweat dripped off his beautiful brow, his features dimly illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the pale yellow cotton curtains. His eyes flickered open then snapped shut again, for some reason she couldn't seem to do it. She tried so fucking hard to wake him up, but how could she do so? To wake an angel would be a crime.

The next morning, he walked to the lounge room in a haze, his eyes washed over by a blue tint. He looked towards her, as if she was some glowing entity.

"I had a dream about you last night." He said with a sly smile, his arm snaked around her waist. "You looked ethereal, the moon a halo around your head."

She stayed quiet, she didn't return his embrace.

"Is something wrong?" He inquired, his eyebrows knit together in worry, his eyes searched for an answer in hers.

"It wasn't a dream, I visited you last night." She bluntly stated. "I had something to tell you." She added briefly, his eyes shone with a certain curiousness, he tilted his head as if to urge her to continue. "I..." She looked around, everyone had left the room. She moved closer, she put her lips against his ear and finally said, "I'm a spy for Dumbledore."

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Everything seemed to stop for a moment. as soon as those words left her annoyingly moisturised lips, I knew we nothing short of fucked.

"You're a what?" I snapped back.

"A spy..." she trailed off, her body seemed reacted to my tone, like butter on a hot pan, as she shrunk into her core. Her body folded in with what can only be described as shame, she thought she was... what? Protecting me by keeping this vital piece of information from me? I'd stick my neck on the line for her, but... you know... preferably knowingly! "You have every right to be mad!"

"Yeah I do, and I am a little annoyed." I softened, I'm afraid I love her too much to allow herself to be washed with this self conviction. I won't allow her to be pathetic on behalf of me. "But..." I heaved out a sigh. "It's okay."