𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ☆ Sirius Black ✔️ *slowly editing*

CH 1 - The Slytherin Prince

Edited October 23, 2024

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I spot Regulus Black by the window on the first floor, his silhouette bathed in moonlight. He’s standing there alone, staring out into the night. The glow from his cigarette flickers, the smoke curling lazily around him. The sight is almost hypnotising.

I didn’t expect to see anyone this late, as I make my way back from detention. My hands are still aching from scrubbing cauldrons, and I’m exhausted, but there’s something about the way he’s standing there that stops me in my tracks.

He looks different from his usual cool indifference exterior that surrounds him like armour. Now, his posture is relaxed, his gaze lost, as if he’s thinking about something.

The most peculiar thing about the sight, however, is that he’s alone and not surrounded by the likes of Mulciber, Avery and Rosier.

I know I should just keep walking, but something compels me to approach. My footsteps are quiet, but from the slight flicker in his stare, he notices me right away. Without turning, he lifts his cigarette to his lips, exhaling smoke into the cool night air.

“Smoking kills, you know.” I say, my voice more casual than I feel.

He finally turns to look at me, and a small smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t reckon it’ll be these that do me in.”

His eyes—dark and unreadable—lock onto mine. There’s something about the way he’s looking at me tonight that feels different, more intense. The young Black brother is without a doubt handsome – although not as conventionally handsome as his older brother.

Compared to Sirius, Regulus has a slightly haughty look and stands a bit shorter and leaner. And unlike Sirius's wild, untamed locks, Regulus's hair is neatly combed, only a few pieces framing his sharp features with calculated precision. 

“You’re out late,” he says, eyeing the soot on my robes from detention. “What happened?”

“Slughorn gave me detention,” I mutter, leaning against the wall beside him. “Apparently, calling him an elitist in front of the entire class was a bad idea.”

Regulus chuckles softly, a sound that catches me off guard. It’s warm, almost... amused. “I’m surprised. I didn’t know you’ve so rebellious.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, you don’t really know me, do you?”

“Touché,” he says simply, taking another drag from his cigarette. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed you, Davies.”

I don’t know how to respond to that. His words catch me off guard. It’s not often that anyone, let alone Regulus Black, the Slytherin Prince, admits that they’ve seen me — like I’m more than just another face in the background.

I don’t know what to say, so I just stay quiet. The air between us feels charged, the silence thickening. He turns to face me fully now, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes searching mine. Slowly, his hand reaches up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. His touch lingers, warm and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine.

There’s something magnetic in the way his eyes drop to my lips and then flick back up to meet mine, as if asking a silent question. The air between us feels heavy, and my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him toward me.

And then, his lips are on mine.

It’s not soft or slow—it’s urgent, full of heat and desperation. His hands cup my face, his lips pressing hard against mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of it. His breath mingles with mine, warm and laced with the faint taste of smoke.