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❝ you two are so immature ❞
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TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 14th 1978After a particularly rough night with Remus last night, I spend the majority of the day anxiously pulling down my skirt to hide the bruises littered across my inner thighs and handprints on my arse.
Usually I wouldn't mind so much, but people are paying extra attention to me now that I'm engaged to Regulus and the millions of possible rumours that could be spread cause my head to hurt already.
I enter the great hall for dinner and my eyes immediately land on the tall lanky Gryffindor that has been on my mind all day. Remus smirks proudly at me, his eyes falling to the bruises that I'm doing a terrible job of hiding and his grin widens. I squirm under the heat of his gaze and shoot him a playful glare before heading to the Slytherin table.
"Wow, looks like Black is roughing you up real good" Rabastan comments teasingly as I approach the table and I refrain from groaning in irritation as the group's attention turns to me.
"Holy shit" Mallory mutters, noticing the bruises on my legs.
"Oh, yeah. My boy's feral" I joke with a laugh.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it" Regulus hums without looking up from his book, fully taking the blame.
I smile in amusement as I sit down in between Regulus and Pandora who is looking at the marks still in awe.
"Do they hurt?" The younger blonde asks curiously, poking at my thigh.
"Not really" I shrug.
"Wow" Pandora murmurs, still poking at the bruised flesh.
Leaving the girl to her own curiosity, my eyes wander around the table and they zero in on a particularly dark hickey on Barty's lower neck, causing my amused smile to widen.
I kick his foot under the table and he looks at me in confusion so I tug on my own collar slyly, mimicking hiding my own love bites. Barty's eyes widen a little and he pulls up his collar, tightening his tie.
He shoots me a grateful look and I smile, shaking my head in response.
"So, have you two love birds got any big plans for today?" Evan questions, nudging his girlfriend who is still staring at me with parted lips and wide eyes.
"I don't think so" I shrug, looking at Regulus who shakes his head without looking up "No, we don't"
"But it's Valentine's Day!" Pandora gasps.
"It's Valentine's Day?" Regulus and I retort in unison, the boy finally looking up from his book in surprise.
"Oh, for Salazar's sake. You two are useless" Mallory scoffs in disbelief "I'm going to be the one reminding you of your anniversary years down the line because you've both forgotten it, aren't I?"
"Most likely" I shrug with a nod.
"I didn't even realise it was February already" Regulus mumbles out, glancing at me with a concerned expression.
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