regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · repressed · dark romance · angst · internal conflict · forbidden love · tragic
The morning after *that* night arrived like a physical weight. You awoke with a tightness in your chest, finding Regulus asleep beside you. His Slytherin tie was discarded on a chair, his hair dishevelled. Fury, hot and sharp, began to boil in your blood—anger at your own drunkenness, at the marauders who orchestrated it, and at him most of all. You decided then to keep your distance from the infuriating boy. Later, in the Great Hall amidst the chatter of friends, your attention was snagged by the sound of Black's voice. He was speaking with Lucius Malfoy. 'Just a dispute,' he tossed out, far too lightly. His words were like knives twisting in your heart. The sensation of being used burned inside you. You stood up, leaving your food untouched, and walked out, ignoring the stares that fo…