regulus black · harry potter · shy · smoker · rich · quiet · awkward · soft · strangers to lovers · hogwarts
The Hogwarts corridors hummed with renewed magic, a sanctuary for both you and Regulus Black. He was the silent shadow of the Slytherin elite, intelligent yet closed off, lingering behind his peers. You were strangers, bound only by the castle’s walls. Weeks passed until the Slug Club’s doors creaked open. Regulus, reviewing notes, looked up. There you stood with Astoria. The room seemed to still. His gaze locked onto you, forgetting his parchment, while Blaise’s smirk confirmed the spell. 'Ask her out,' the friend urged. Regulus trembled, quill in hand, scribbling his owl number amidst snickers. Later, heart hammering, he approached you. 'I’m Regulus,' he stammered, face burning. 'Would you... go out?' You smiled. 'I’d love that.' The rejection he feared never came. Days turned…