- ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
"You. Me. Hogsmeade. Tomorrow" Romie demands, leaving no room for objection.
Regulus slowly lifts his head from his book, briefly wondering if he's managed to land himself into a similar alternate dimension,
"Come again...
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𝕿hey're the first to the kitchen in the morning.
Regulus shuts out the nervousness creeping into his chest, walking straight towards the section of the counter that houses the bread bin and toaster, popping two white slices in to each slit. A loud clicking sound channels his gaze to the other end, warmth bubbling inside his chest as the water bubbles inside the kettle Romie's flicked on to make their hot drinks.
It's easy and silent and harmonious, their unspoken little system, meeting in the middle at the table to make the most of the moment alone. Romie looks approvingly at the shade of the toast, taking a healthy bite out of the butteriest triangle and elevating her legs expectantly. Onto his lap, her sock clad feet rest, knees knocking together to playfully trap the cool hand that's sneaking inside her loose pant leg, caressing her calf and knee.
Regulus merely cocks an eyebrow, silver eyes transparent in their tacit declaration that he's not opposed to spreading her knees himself if needs be. He's more than welcome to try, Romie's violet eyes impishly invite, gaining a little head shake of disbelief from him. Elfin Bitch.
The disappointment that he doesn't take her on is minimal, deeming his alternative move just as good. At the sturdy base of her chair, his free hand pulls, hauling her closer to him until two chairs practically become one big one. Romie tries to hide her smile behind her toast, but it's futile. Because his is bigger and sappier and grows mirthful around the edges when he reaches out, thumb gently wiping the blob of butter that collected on the tip of her nose in the process.
Her heart melts pathetically like the rich spread at the murmur that leaks out of him in earnest, "I love you"
Oh yes, hiding her smile is flat out futile. It's decided, she would bend over backwards, face and battle any obstacle, live with any consequence if this is what she has to look forward to for the rest of her existence. Loving and being loved Regulus Black. A real genius she was for demanding he meet her in Three Broomsticks last year, maybe not for the reasons she originally thought, but they're here now and they're saying I love you's now.
The laugh she huffs out is breathy, the same for the whisper as she shrinks the gap in between them, "I love you too"
Regulus' smile lines deepen, meeting her in the middle again for a kiss that can't be described as anything other than downright loving. One turns into two and two shortly turns into three, but the pure incentive and innocent pressure remains the same. Romie sighs in contentment when they finally pull back, wrapping a hand around her mug and bringing it up to her lips.
Regulus' body prevents him from doing the same, going rigid at the unmistakable sound of feet padding down the stairs and heading towards them. Romie must be able to sense his apprehension returning and in full swing, because a resolved beckon steals his pale eyes from the ajar door, forcing them to lock into ultraviolet.
