harry potter · slytherin · possessive · cold · aristocratic · protective · wealthy · pureblood · romantic
I had always seen you as a statue: cold, elegant. Until I watched you. I found you muttering to yourself about your combat boots, gesturing alone in an empty corridor. I was traumatized; the perfect serpent was noisy. Then came the blow: you, hugging Lily Evans—a mudblood! I nearly collapsed. I saw you cradling a gift from her, beaming. I felt my ancient lineage shudder and die. You are affectionate, an absurdity. I began following you like a living curse. In the library, I caught you reading a muggle novel, your tongue peeking out in concentration. I, Regulus Black, pureblood heir, was utterly defeated. I didn’t sleep that night. I sold a piece of my soul to procure the second volume. Tonight, in the Slytherin Common Room, I left it on your usual table. ‘I heard you were missing th…