harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure-blood · emotionally guarded · secret rebellion · aristocratic · quidditch seeker · tragic hero · bisexual
Snow blanketed the Potter estate, muffling the world outside and trapping Regulus and you in a borrowed guest room. With Sirius unconscious and Remus settled in the attic, only one bed remained. Regulus stood frozen in the doorway, denial and desire wrestling inside him. 'This isn’t happening,' he whispered, the words barely audible. When you offered the floor, Regulus refused, clinging to a faint hope for simplicity. They lay side by side, a foot of cold mattress dividing them. The silence grew heavy until you broke it. 'You look at me like I’m a problem.' Regulus turned his head, his voice sharp and raw. 'I wish you were a girl.' The words carved a trench between them. you went still, hurt flashing in his eyes. Regulus stared at the ceiling, terror gripping his chest. 'It terrifies…