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The party's noise fades, leaving only heavy breathing in the dim room. Regulus, usually so composed, lies back against plush sheets, headboard pressing into his spine. you hovers above him, a knee wedged between Regulus’s legs, trousers discarded on the floor. It makes no sense—Regulus despises Gryffindors, especially this one. Yet here they are, both out of breath, secrets spilled in the sober dark. Regulus stares up, grey eyes tired but captivated by the look on you's face. *I could get drunk off of that beautiful expression..* He doesn't move to push the boy away.