Getting over one's first love was always a task people people deemed hard. Ophelia Greengrass, however, finds it to be even harder as she has to get over her first love whilst being engaged to his little brother.
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❝we may be in a love...
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wedding shopping with her mother and mrs black was the most awkward experience of ophelia's life. the two women had different taste and would make snide comments at each other's picks. if ophelia hadn't found the dress that was mutual ground, the two would have tore each other's hair out.
"why am i not allowed to see it?" regulus whined for the 500th time that evening. his arms were wrapped around ophelia as he kissed the skin of her arm, trying to sweet-talk her into showing him the dress. "pleaseeeee."
"no!" ophelia said as she nested her head closer to his neck. "both our moms agreed on it—meaning its the most gorgeous gown ever."
regulus snickered. "or the most hideous."
ophelia blinked before laughing, the sound resonating within regulus. "well, i loved it. you think i have good taste, don't you?"
"well, obviously," regulus said before tracing the line of ophelia's jaw and kissing her. how ophelia ending up straddling him was a mystery. "you love me, after all."
on a normal occasion, ophelia would have hit his shoulder, got off him, and said something along the lines of 'yeah, nevermind.' except she was high on wedding fever. sure, they were both in regulus' bed but both of their minds were on the wedding in 3 days.
there wedding is scheduled to be this saturday in the greengrass manor. there isn't school on monday and tuesday because of some holiday so dumbledore had allowed her and regulus to come back on tuesday night.
from sunday to tuesday, the two of them would be having a short honeymoon. regulus insisted that he should plan it and that it'll be a surprise.
"now, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" regulus hummed as he ran his fingers through her hair. ophelia was still straddling him as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
"we're getting married," ophelia muttered so close to his ear that regulus could feel a shudder. "wasn't it just yesterday you told me we weren't in a loveless marriage?"
"i was right about that, wasn't i?" he softly chuckles.
ophelia hummed in agreement. "i," she kisses his forehead. "love," his left cheek. "you," his right cheek. "regulus," the right side of his jaw. "arcturus," the left side of his jaw. "black," and she kissed him with so much passion on the lips.
she did love him. she loved him and his bad parts.
he did love her. he loved her and her bad parts.
they just hoped their love would be strong enough to survive this forsaken war.
