wrath ; regulus black

seven.

Viviana had not realized how close the pair's bodies had become throughout the night until Walburga burst through the door. Without a knock, or quite frankly any warning at all, she barged into the room. "What textbooks do you ne--," She hesitated, looking at the abruptly awoken pair. "Need."

Viviana felt her breath hitch taking a glimpse of Regulus atop her. The side of his face had somehow moved to her lower, exposed, stomach. His arm had stretched out across her, giving her no chance of moving until he readjusted. Luckily, after realizing how close he was to her, he jerked his body away sending her a glance through the side of his eye. Did he believe this to be her fault? He sent a dirty glance in her direction as if this was somehow her fault.

"No," He responded shortly, rubbing his swollen eyes. He scooted away from her on the bed making sure there was at least a foot of distance between the two. She found it rather strange that Walburga treated him like a son, perhaps it was because he was much more loyal to his family than Sirius had been-- when he lived with them.

Her gaze trailed to Viviana, "Do you need any? Now is the time to go, you know those lousy Gryffindors always wait until the last minute and crowd up Diagon Alley."

"I will go later today," Viviana had no interest in going this soon to shop for her studies; however, a bit of fresh air away from Walburga and Regulus sounded perfect to her. It was tense in the home, there was no denying that. Fresh air was a reward at this point.

"Okay, I will leave you to it,"

Viviana felt her head go hot; was she suggesting what she thinks she was suggesting? Was Walburga trying to encourage something to happen between the pair?

Almost instantly, after Walburga closed the door, Viviana felt the initial wave of nausea wave across her body. Her stomach tightened at the thought of Vodka, her head began to spin, and she swore with one wrong move vomit was going to spew everywhere.

"I think--," Viviana hesitated, holding onto her stomach trying to prevent the vomit from arising.

"Do not fucking puke in my room," He hissed, watching her intently as she grabbed a cup filling it with water. She chugged the water, feeling her stomach begin to slightly settle.

"I'm not going to puke," She wanted terribly to vomit and ease the brewing in her stomach from the alcohol she had consumed the night before.

The silence between the two reminded her of what they had discussed last night. Like a train, the conversation hit her head replaying over and over. She felt her cheeks warm up remembering the strange, and quite personal, questions he had started asking. Why did he care? Why was he asking these questions? Where in god's name were her socks?

She looked down at her exposed feet wondering if she had removed them throughout the night. She had a tendency to remove clothes throughout the evening; luckily, she had just removed her socks this time.

"Get out before I hex you," Regulus said, his fingers still rubbing at his temples and eyes. She did not doubt that he would hex her for something as silly as being in her room. She complied, rushing toward the door.

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Viviana held her knees to her chest, the warm water of the shower beating down on her aching body. Some days she imagined a world where she had been born into some silly half-blood life and been sorted into Ravenclaw. Her worries would be so minuscule, not having to worry about the intentions these pureblood families had for her.

She felt like breeding stock, some days. Sure, it was dramatic, but it was how she felt. She was born to help keep her family name alive and procreate with another pureblooded family. Her mother made sure to let her know that truly was her purpose; her purpose was to be courted by some vile man that wished to serve the Dark Lord. Some man similar to Regulus, at this rate it could even be Regulus.

It was all bullshit.

She leaned her head against the wall; her mother was probably already kissing the Dark Lords feet at this point. Praising her, praying to him, and begging him to command her. They were his god.

Viviana had read about many muggle gods, but none compared to the Dark Lord. He was cruel, power-hungry, and deep down nothing but a human. She felt a shiver run up her spine just thinking about him. She couldn't think about him, this was how another follower had been beheaded; he had doubted his power.

She wrapped a towel loosely around her body walking out of the foggy bathroom. Water dripped onto the floor trailing behind her as she walked into the guest bedroom, her bedroom for the summer.

To her surprise, Regulus sat atop her bed. His eyes left her face once realizing she was in nothing but a towel.

"What are you doing?" She asked, noticing he had somehow changed, gotten ready, and showered in the time that she had showered.

"I am going with you to Diagon Alley," He hesitated, his gaze focused on her exposed thighs as she walked toward the dresser she had stored her clothes in.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Trust me, I would rather not do this. I would rather stay as far away from you as possible, but my mother is forcing me to," He replied.

"Then why are you sitting here? Is she making you do that too?" Viviana replied, rummaging through the drawer to grab an outfit.

"You made my bed stink. I am going to have to buy herbs to make the smell go away," He had ignored her question, as she had expected. Privacy just did not seem to be a normal concept in this house.

"It stunk before," She hated the smell of cigarettes, a bad habit he had picked up around his fifth year of school.

She did not stink; she knew this was just his way of pushing her buttons. She held his gaze before dropping the towel that had been wrapped loosely around her body, taking him by complete and utter surprise. His lips dropped down a few inches and his gaze diverted downward, anywhere but her face.

She turned around slipping on the outfit she had picked out for the day. From the mirror, she caught a glimpse of Regulus. He had turned his head completely around to get the best view possible of her as she changed.

Smirking, she turned back around as she had clothed her bare body (to Regulus's horror).

"Well, I am leaving," she said, walking out of the open bedroom and toward the fireplace.

He was shocked by the confidence she had; he had never really taken the time to realize how confident she was in certain situations. He hurried behind her, still taken aback by what she had just done. "I've got to say you have quite the body on you. Too bad you don't get fucked."

Scoffing, she looked up at him. "I never said I don't get fucked, just that I haven't been with--," She hesitated, hoping he knew where she was going with this. She was afraid to even say his name in this home.

Regulus's eyes flickered toward Sirus's room, and then back to Viviana. "Yeah."

He entered the fireplace first, grabbing a handful of floo powder. Somehow, he was still thinking about how different she had looked naked. Let alone, how good she had looked naked.

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