↬ in which Regulus and Rune find out that broken pieces still fit together.
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Academic rivals.
Everyone knew they were that.
The hate feud between Regulus Black and Rune Westwood was common knowledge.
But everyone knows that there'...
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As the morning sun cast its golden glow over the Hogwarts grounds, the anticipation for the upcoming Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff hung thick in the air. Among the sea of green and silver, Rune found herself making her way to the stands. With the amount of people filling in, she hoped someone saved her a seat.
Rune scanned the bustling crowds; her attention unexpectedly drawn to the shadows near the trees at the edge in front of the changerooms. Amidst the gentle breeze, a flicker of movement caught her eye—a subtle wisp of magic dancing in the air, beckoning her towards the secluded spot.
Intrigued, Rune hesitated for a moment before making her way towards it. As she drew closer, she made out the figure of Regulus Black leaning nonchalantly against a tree and wearing that quidditch uniform she so liked to admire him in.
With a flick of his wand, the magic dissipated, and he fixed her with a piercing gaze, his expression unreadable as he extended his Quidditch jersey towards her, a silent invitation hanging in the air.
"Here, wear this," he murmured, his voice carrying an undercurrent of challenge and intrigue.
Rune arched an eyebrow, eyeing the jersey incredulously. "And why would I do that?"
Regulus's smirk deepened as he closed the distance between them, his presence making her inhale sharply. "Because," he murmured, his voice low and carrying a hint of mischief, "We sleep together, you wear my jersey."
Rune rolled her eyes as she countered, "We slept together once."
Undeterred, Regulus leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her ear and making her shudder. "Wear the jersey," he whispered, his words sending a thrill down her spine, "and I'll make it twice."
Rune's jaw dropped in disbelief, her heart racing at his audacity. "I can't believe you think I'll agree to that," she exclaimed, a mixture of shock and amusement coloring her voice.
Regulus simply raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking with hers in a silent challenge.
After a couple moments of hesitation, Rune snatched the jersey from his hand, still staring at him in disbelief. "Don't lose," she quipped, "You'll embarrass me."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Regulus's lips as he watched her slip the jersey over her head. "Don't worry. I never lose," he assured her.
All Rune gave him in response was a half-hearted grimace, before turning and walking away. With her face turned, a small smile fought its way onto her lips, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't purposefully add a sway to her steps. She knew full well what effect wearing his jersey had on him.
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The stadium buzzed with excitement as the Slytherin and Hufflepuff teams took to the pitch, the crowd erupting into cheers and applause. Rune stood among the Slytherin supporters, her heart racing with anticipation. Beside her stood Rabastan Lestrange, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
