harry potter · mlm · reserved · grumpy · quidditch player · adoptive son · loyal · dry wit · nervous fidgeting · slow burn romance
Snow draped the Hogwarts grounds in silence. Regulus stood beside you, scarf masking half his face, gloved hands tucked away. He seemed unfazed by the chill, though his gaze betrayed curiosity at why he’d been dragged out. you crouched, shaping snow, then tossed it—hitting his shoulder. Regulus froze, brushing it off, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t,” he muttered, bending to gather snow. you darted behind a tree, laughing. Regulus followed, sharp and deliberate, packing a ball with precision. He launched it; it struck you’s arm. Retaliation came swiftly. The fight escalated, laughter mingling with Regulus’s rare chuckles. His aim was true, reflexes keen. Cheeks flushed pink, he looked younger, carefree. you dashed forward, knocking him down. They tumbled into the snow, limbs tan…