I clutch the stack of books tighter against my chest, feeling the weight dig into my arms, and strain to keep my balance as I make my way to the library.
While my friends are probably sprawled around the Gryffindor common room, lounging by the fire and taking a well-deserved break from classes, here I am, struggling under a mountain of books on Unforgivable Curses.
I know Snape won't take it easy on me. If I'm going to argue with him on the morality of Dark Arts—a subject he's notoriously fascinated with—I'd better be ready. Which is why I spent my free period combing the library for every book even remotely related to Unforgivable Curses, from their historical origins to the ethical debates surrounding their use.
I haven’t actually read a single page yet, but at least it'll appear as if I actually know anything about the subject.
With my attention fixed on keeping the books steady, I don’t notice someone coming from the other direction. As I round the corner, I slam right into something—or rather, someone—solid. The impact sends me and my books tumbling to the ground. I groan in frustration, watching the books scatter across the floor, a few even landing on the feet of the person I just ran into.
"Sweet Salazar!" a deep voice hisses, followed by a muffled curse. I look up to see none other than Regulus Black, clutching his foot in pain as he struggles to steady himself.
Just my luck. The universe couldn't let me have one peaceful night.
"Watch where you're—" His sharp tone cuts off when he recognises me. "Eileen?"
"Hi," I manage awkwardly, barely meeting his gaze. The memory of our last encounter flashes through my mind — as well as Marlene’s reaction to the kiss — and I want nothing more than to get away from him.
His eyes drift to the books now scattered across the stone floor, and the irritation softens into something closer to amusement. “That’s quite a collection you got. Planning to save a few books for the rest of us?"
"They're for a study session," I mutter, crouching to collect the books before he can comment further. His raised eyebrow and that infuriating smirk prompt me to add, "It's for a group assignment with Snape, you perv.”
A soft chuckle escapes him. "Whatever you say." He sounds unconvinced, but I’m too busy gathering the scattered books to respond, hoping this awkward encounter ends as quickly as possible.
It's not the first time someone has made assumptions about me, and I know better than to give them the satisfaction of thinking I care.
To my surprise, Regulus crouches beside me, picking up one of the fallen titles and reads it aloud with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Wands, Words, and Wrongs: The Legal Landscape of Unforgivables." He raises an eyebrow, grinning. "Sounds riveting."
"Oh, it's a real page-turner, let me tell you. Now hand it over," I say sternly, attempting to retrieve the book from his grasp.
He straightens up, holding the last book high above his head with a smug grin. “Come on, how badly do you want it?”
With a sigh, I go on tiptoe, reaching for it, my hand brushing against his chest as I try to grab it. He’s so close I can feel his warmth, the faint smell of tobacco lingering around him, giving me a flashback to our kiss.
His voice drops, teasing. "You’re blushing."
"I am not—" I protest. My hand darts forward again, but he’s quicker, shifting the book just out of reach.
“Hmm.” His gaze flickers over my face, amusement glinting in his eyes. “What’s wrong, Eileen? Flustered?”
I glare up at him, trying to muster any shred of composure. "Just hand it over, Black."
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ☆ Sirius Black ✔️ *slowly editing*
FanficBOOK 1 ☆ Eileen Davies has a problem. She's falling in love with Sirius Black. ϟ Eileen has a straightforward approach to dealing with boys - she likes kissing them, and that's about it. Relationships? Not her thing. Heartbreak? No, thank you. When...
