𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝 | 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

The whole thing was Olaf's fault, really.

Jeannie Lupin would have never been caught dead talking to Regulus Black if it weren't for her niffler's infuriating sticky fingers.

Yet now, with her fingers curled tightly in Regulus' hair and his lips pressed deliciously against hers, she struggles to remember why she was so annoyed with Olaf in the first place.

𝘕𝘰, she can't recall why she was ever mad at him at all.

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"I never pegged you to be the hookup type, Lupin."

"Huh?"

"With a Slytherin, nonetheless. The virtuous Jeannie Lupin being defiled by a snake. What would your brother think? What would 𝘮𝘺 brother think?"

"What are you on about, Black?"

"Oh, come off it. You can drop the act - you're sneaking around the boys' dormitories while everybody is away at dinner. That's pretty damning. So, who's the lucky bloke, huh?"

"I-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? I wasn't-I just-I needed to-Snape helped me get-I-"

"Wait, you're shagging 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘦?"

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[marauder's era] [regulus black x oc] ["enemies" to idiots to lovers]
rated mature for sexual content