O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

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ONE MORE CHAPTER. I KNOW, I'M POSTING A LOT (AND NOT GETTING A LOT OF COMMENTS), BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME, I DON'T CARE    :) 

I'M HAVING FUN WRITING ALL OF THIS, MAYBE BECAUSE I WANT THIS FIC FINISHED SOON. I HAVE SOME SURPRISES FOR WHEN THIS ONE IS FINISHED THAT NONE OF YOU ALL ARE WAITING FOR. ANY GUESSES?

Ronald Weasley had plans on going with the group once they all were ready to leave the Burrow, but now that Hermione (the girl that he liked) and Draco Malfoy (the boy that he hated) were together and inseparable, he wasn't as overjoyed at the idea of going on for months with the rest of the group going to safehouse from safehouse, so he decided to stay behind with his own family, arguing that they needed another wand (any wand that they could get, really; he had added when Harry looked at him with pity in his eyes, but said nothing) to protect themselves.

He was trying to be mature about it all, or as mature as he knew how to be. Instead of screaming, crying and pointing fingers as he would've done before, he had decided to just stay quiet and avoid conversation, which apparently made him look a lot more unstable, according to Ginn who looked at him during the whole breakfast as if he was going to fall apart and start sobbing at any moment.

For two weeks, his conversations were shallow while he had focused mostly in not staring at Hermione or Draco. He was aware that most people had noticed, and quite satisfied with the fact that nobody had mentioned or implied anything by his sudden change of behaviour.

He was in the wrong, he knew, but he would not admit it. He had no reason to be so angry and no right to tell Hermione who she was allowed to get with, he knew all that (the latter he learnt after her breakdown in the Yule Ball), but it didn't help matters at all. He was still angry. He was still hurt. Perhaps it had been the fact that, clearly, everybody seemed to know before him and he was left to play the fool, in love with a woman that did not care for him in the same way and in love with the man that he had hated for so long.

Ron stood beside Ginny as stiff as his tense shoulder could make him look as his mother fussed over Harry one more time.

"Did you get everything that you'll need, dear? Don't be embarrassed to ask for something else that you'll need," Molly Weasley said.

"Mrs Weasley, I'm fine, really," Harry said, a blush on his cheeks as he glanced at Ginny and Ron, silently begging them for help.

"We'll be in another safehouse, don't worry, ma'am. We'll all be fine and Harry will be well fed, even if just by your little gifts," Regulus said, eyeing Harry's bag, now fat with small containers of food that Molly had 'slipped' in there.

"Cecilia, dear, did you get the clothes I left in your bed? They might be a bit big on you, but they were mine when I was younger, it might be more comfortable," Molly said, turning to Cecilia and fixing her hair by tucking the one braid that she had left down from the bun behind her ear. Cecilia smiled. "It was before I had my children, so from when I was still skinny."

Arthur smiled to himself as Cecilia's shoulder shook, trying to keep herself from laughing. Molly had never been skinny, but that never made her look any less than absolutely stunning to him.

"Molly, let them be," Arthur said gently. "They need to go."

Molly sighed, looking at Hermione and kissing her cheeks before stepping back at once, a hand petting Draco's shoulder ever so slightly in an almost forced attempt of gentleness. She put both hands on her hips as she watched Sirius and Remus walking out of the house with the Boot (Portkey that Moody had left in there for emergencies; which Remus had promised to remake and send over to them). Narcissa kissed Molly's cheeks in goodbye before joining everybody else (a friendship that nobody saw coming).