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Over the Edge // Jily

Lily’s patience was wearing thin.

It was late - after curfew late - and she’d had a rough day. She’d woken up late and had to sprint to Transfiguration, after which she had to actually sit through Transfiguration. Then her potion spilled onto her nearly finished Charms essay and disintegrated it before she even had a chance to restore it.

After that was lunch, which she was hoping would be the turning point in her miserable excuse for a morning. Instead, she walked in on Luke with his hands all over Christina Hobbleton’s body, and his mouth all over, well, her body. Needless to say, breaking up with her boyfriend of six months was not what her day needed.

So her patience was wearing thin, because she woke up late and her essay was ruined and Luke was scum, but mostly it was because James Potter would not stop tapping the tip of his quill against his desk.

Not that she expected working on this month’s point deduction finalizations in the cramped Head Office would be pleasant, seeing as she couldn’t stand him and he’d been being absolutely rotten to her for months now for no damned reason, but she’d at least hoped she’d make it through the night without resorting to murder. That was looking like less and less of a possibility with every bleeding tap.

She threw him a glare - probably the five hundredth of the night - before loudly asking, “Would you stop that?”

Breathe, James. Calm down. Relax. You have to breathe.

He could tell himself to breathe all that he wanted, but it wasn't helping him any. His body was a fireball of nerves, and quite frankly, she was simply making it worse. He couldn't concentrate.

Not on his potion, not on his charms essay. Couldn't concentrate period. Not since she had come running into Transfiguration earlier that day, panting and out of breath as she slid into her seat directly in front of him and his lot. That had put his mind to a dangerous place, wondering why she was so out of breath, and what she'd been doing to make her so late. Though, clearly he knew she was out of breath from running, his jealousy of Luke took the thought somewhere else entirely.

The rest of the day he had been on edge, snapping at his mates, and being quite short with the younger years, eager but dreading being stuck up in this office with her.

What was the point of counting point deductions anyways? The meters were never wrong...

And now she was glaring at him, and he glared back, for probably the five billionth time that day. What was it about him that made her so angry? Why couldn't she just be nice to him, as he tried to do for her? It wasn't his fault that everything he said to her got insinuated to mean some sort of insult. That was her own stupid fault.

Stupid Lily Evans.

"What?! Stop what, Evans? I'm not doing anything," he snapped back, pulled from his thoughts by her voice, before looking down, and realizing he had been tapping his quill, likely to the point of annoyance and beyond, but keeping it up anyways, because he would hate to let her think she had chastised him to the point of compliance.

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Over the Edge // Jily

Lily's patience was wearing thin.

It was late - after curfew late - and she'd had a rough day. She'd woken up late and had to sprint to Transfiguration, after which she had to actually sit through Transfiguration. Then her potion spilled onto her nearly finished Charms essay and disintegrated it before she even had a chance to restore it.

After that was lunch, which she was hoping would be the turning point in her miserable excuse for a morning. Instead, she walked in on Luke with his hands all over Christina Hobbleton's body, and his mouth all over, well, her body. Needless to say, breaking up with her boyfriend of six months was not what her day needed.

So her patience was wearing thin, because she woke up late and her essay was ruined and Luke was scum, but mostly it was because James Potter would not stop tapping the tip of his quill against his desk.

Not that she expected working on this month's point deduction finalizations in the cramped Head Office would be pleasant, seeing as she couldn't stand him and he'd been being absolutely rotten to her for months now for no damned reason, but she'd at least hoped she'd make it through the night without resorting to murder. That was looking like less and less of a possibility with every bleeding tap.

She threw him a glare - probably the five hundredth of the night - before loudly asking, "Would you stop that?"

The Definitive Moment || Lumma

“What’s this?” she asked a quizzical grin on her face as she took the parchment and her eyes scanned the words disbelieving what she was reading. Emma reread the words three more times her lips moving soundlessly, as it all fell together in her mind. “Black family?” she asked quietly finally looking up from the letter. “Wait….future wife? Betrothal? Already?” she asked refusing to believe this was happening as a small panic rose inside her.

They were happy, they had spent the past two years falling in love and suddenly because someone else had decided they were supposed to just pretend none of that mattered and break up their relationship. It was almost too much to take right now.

“Lucius how long have you known about this?” she demanded shoving the letter back at him with more force than necessary. It was clear by his father’s words that he had known about this and she couldn’t believe that she was only now hearing about it for the first time. Where her first reaction had been distress it was replaced by fury at the fact that he had chosen to keep this from her.

He looked at her and gauged her reaction. He had prolonged this moment for the whole day, he knew she was far too calm. He could already sense the impending panic. "I fear he has been planning this the moment Narcissa was born." he said slowly, again gauging her response." Lucius had a plan and needed to run it past his witch.

The letter that was shoved back into his grasp was soon crumpled in his fist. He knew she had every right to be angry with him. Every right to walk away. But he rejected those thought and began making his reason. "I hardly hid it. But if there were a reason, I only did it to protect you. You need not know until I had a plan, which I do."

The fury in her eyes drilled into his eyes and he was only slightly hurt. That only urged him on.

#emma-andrea #lumma #au

Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

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So Now You're Falling In Love // Regulus & Evan

Regulus had been waiting the whole day in a state of anticipation. He was planning on heading over to Evan's room after his classes. Now the time had arrived. Regulus knocked on the door and bit his lip. Regulus had been seeing Evan more and more regularly. He always looked forward to the time he spent with the other boy. He licked his lips and waited to be let in.

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Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

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Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

Hie eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the look she shot him. His heart skipped a beat, and he could definitely feel his blood beginning to boil. He had to shove his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to grab her where they were, making himself wait until they reached the privacy of the dormitory.

Unlike Alecto, Amycus had to focus all of his attention on restraining himself, resulting in him completely ignoring everyone else in the room with no remorse for it whatsoever. It wasn’t much farther now, he knew, but he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed her now. He needed the feel of her skin, of her body beneath his fingertips, beneath him, her lips on his, needed to hear her crying out for him, responding to him, begging for more. He couldn’t resist the relieved sigh that escaped him as she opened and closed the door. More than that, he couldn’t resist her for more than two seconds, taking in her hungry gaze and advancing on her immediately, his arms moving around her as he pushed her up against the door, lowering his mouth to hers.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands unable to remain in one place and roaming over her nearly frantically in his desperate need to be touching her. Pressing himself against her further, he could feel their bodies melding into one another, just the way he liked them, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest, which only served to make him want her more.

#Carrowcest #you know you love me #AU

Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

She descended the stairs to the dungeon, shooting one last sultry gaze at Amycus as she rounded the last stair. As they plunged into the dimly lit dungeons, her heart began to pound in anticipation of what to come, an unsaid understanding between them as they stepped into the light of the common room.

Alecto kept her face neutral as they walked through the crowded room, nodding cordially to a few of her peers before ascending the dormitory stairs with Amycus in tow. Each step felt like a mile, her jaw clenching as she forced herself to keep her eyes straight ahead. If she didn’t know better she would’ve sworn the room could hear the steadily increasing pulse of her heart. Her mind did what her body couldn’t, the torrid images of herself writhing beneath him bringing a blush to her cheeks. Alecto’s shaking hand reached forward and turned the handle to her dormitory, the tell-tale silence within telling her it was deserted. She looked back at Amycus, intent clear in her eyes as she closed the door behind them, her hungry graze on him.

Hie eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the look she shot him. His heart skipped a beat, and he could definitely feel his blood beginning to boil. He had to shove his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to grab her where they were, making himself wait until they reached the privacy of the dormitory.

Unlike Alecto, Amycus had to focus all of his attention on restraining himself, resulting in him completely ignoring everyone else in the room with no remorse for it whatsoever. It wasn't much farther now, he knew, but he couldn't wait any longer, he needed her now. He needed the feel of her skin, of her body beneath his fingertips, beneath him, her lips on his, needed to hear her crying out for him, responding to him, begging for more. He couldn't resist the relieved sigh that escaped him as she opened and closed the door. More than that, he couldn't resist her for more than two seconds, taking in her hungry gaze and advancing on her immediately, his arms moving around her as he pushed her up against the door, lowering his mouth to hers.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands unable to remain in one place and roaming over her nearly frantically in his desperate need to be touching her. Pressing himself against her further, he could feel their bodies melding into one another, just the way he liked them, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest, which only served to make him want her more.

Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

“Hello,” Amycus returned softly, smiling as she relaxed into him. He watched his sister as she moved in his arms, admiring the graceful way she had about her. “Were you? I’m never far, you know.” His hands tightened arond her as she kissed his cheek, his eyes falling closed briefly, and as she slid her hand down in search of his, he gave it to her freely, finding great happiness in their entwined hands.

His free hand played at her side, lazily tracing over her hipbone, even as her gaze turned to the window. Whatever you’d like is fine with me,” he’d responded, and now as she gave alternatives, she definitely had his full attention. He smirked as she moved away, eyeing her wickedly as she walked away, her every movement tantalizing.

“I never say no to a nightcap, dearest,” he responded in a low tone, taking long strides to catch up to her. He would have followed anyways, they both knew it, but the undeniably sexy way she had of inviting him was too good to pass up, and once he’d caught up to her, he moved behind her, his gait falling into sync with hers, even as his hands moved to her hips, loving how they swayed when she walked.

She descended the stairs to the dungeon, shooting one last sultry gaze at Amycus as she rounded the last stair. As they plunged into the dimly lit dungeons, her heart began to pound in anticipation of what to come, an unsaid understanding between them as they stepped into the light of the common room.

Alecto kept her face neutral as they walked through the crowded room, nodding cordially to a few of her peers before ascending the dormitory stairs with Amycus in tow. Each step felt like a mile, her jaw clenching as she forced herself to keep her eyes straight ahead. If she didn't know better she would've sworn the room could hear the steadily increasing pulse of her heart. Her mind did what her body couldn't, the torrid images of herself writhing beneath him bringing a blush to her cheeks. Alecto's shaking hand reached forward and turned the handle to her dormitory, the tell-tale silence within telling her it was deserted. She looked back at Amycus, intent clear in her eyes as she closed the door behind them, her hungry graze on him.

#Carrowcest #you know you love me #AU

The Definitive Moment || Lumma

He sighed audibly as he walked up the stairs after retrieving his book bag from the dungeons so he could study at the Astronomy Tower whilst waiting for Emma to arrive. He letter lay on the floor almost, but not entirely, forgotten. Pulling out his potions book along with his arithmancy chart, he began the long and often tedious process of going through the homework. It was only lucky for him that he had chosen the two subjects he excelled most in.

He sneer as he remembered that he still had Herbology and transfiguration essays to write. It turned out that McGonagal Had informed his father that it would be better for Lucius to take Advanced Transfiguration, as opposed to the normal N.E.W.T level transfiguration. He groaned when he had gotten that letter from his father

Reaching deep into his cloak pocket, he dug around for his watch. FLipping it open, it revealed that it was quarter to nine. With a swift and commanding wave of his wand, all his parchments and books packed themselves back into his bag; the letter zoomed its way into his outstretched hand. He began to pace, awaiting his girlfriend’s arrival.

He heard her light footsteps at five to nine and paused in his frantic pacing. It would be no good for her to see him in such a state. He stood still and waited, facing the stairs. He accepted her hug and returned her kiss before answering her question by showing her the letter.

“What’s this?” she asked a quizzical grin on her face as she took the parchment and her eyes scanned the words disbelieving what she was reading. Emma reread the words three more times her lips moving soundlessly, as it all fell together in her mind. “Black family?” she asked quietly finally looking up from the letter. “Wait….future wife? Betrothal? Already?” she asked refusing to believe this was happening as a small panic rose inside her.

They were happy, they had spent the past two years falling in love and suddenly because someone else had decided they were supposed to just pretend none of that mattered and break up their relationship. It was almost too much to take right now.

“Lucius how long have you known about this?” she demanded shoving the letter back at him with more force than necessary. It was clear by his father’s words that he had known about this and she couldn’t believe that she was only now hearing about it for the first time. Where her first reaction had been distress it was replaced by fury at the fact that he had chosen to keep this from her.

#lumma #the definitive moment

The Definitive Moment || Lumma

Emma nodded, sipping her pumpkin juice as he leaned over to quietly murmur a time and their usual meeting place into her ear. It was still a few hours till 9 o’clock and it made her slightly uneasy to wait that long to know what had been bothering him all night. “Alright I’ll see you then.” She replied placing a soft kiss on his cheek before grabbing her bag and rising from her seat to head to the library for a few hours of studying before they were to meet. Emma would much rather be working on Quidditch plays but there was a fifteen inch essay about the difference between Vanishing Charms and Banishing objects the next day and Emma had only managed to scrawl out a measlyfour inches so far.

The next few hours in the library crawled by with her nose buried in various dusty tomes trying to adequately fill the parchment in front of her with relevant information and at the same time trying to make sure the words stretched to just over fifteen inches. Finally her essay was finished and Emma was pleased to see she had just enough time to make it to the Astronomy Tower to meet Lucius.

Packing her things in a hurry Emma slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried out of the Library walking swiftly to the Astronomy Tower. She made the ascent with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, it was difficult not to be nervous when she had no idea what had been bothering him all day. She reached the top of the stairs and found herself finally facing him. “Hey…what’s up?” she asked closing the distance between them and placing a soft kiss on his lips in greeting. “Everything ok?”

He sighed audibly as he walked up the stairs after retrieving his book bag from the dungeons so he could study at the Astronomy Tower whilst waiting for Emma to arrive. He letter lay on the floor almost, but not entirely, forgotten. Pulling out his potions book along with his arithmancy chart, he began the long and often tedious process of going through the homework. It was only lucky for him that he had chosen the two subjects he excelled most in.

He sneer as he remembered that he still had Herbology and transfiguration essays to write. It turned out that McGonagal Had informed his father that it would be better for Lucius to take Advanced Transfiguration, as opposed to the normal N.E.W.T level transfiguration. He groaned when he had gotten that letter from his father

Reaching deep into his cloak pocket, he dug around for his watch. FLipping it open, it revealed that it was quarter to nine. With a swift and commanding wave of his wand, all his parchments and books packed themselves back into his bag; the letter zoomed its way into his outstretched hand. He began to pace, awaiting his girlfriend's arrival.

He heard her light footsteps at five to nine and paused in his frantic pacing. It would be no good for her to see him in such a state. He stood still and waited, facing the stairs. He accepted her hug and returned her kiss before answering her question by showing her the letter.

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The Definitive Moment || Lumma

An owl flew over his head during breakfast and dropped a letter before flying off. He bit back a groan of frustration as he saw the familiar elegant scrawl that belonged to his father and felt the Malfoy crest seal. He sighed and stashed it in the secret pocket of his cloak.

His father was currently doling out information to him that a betrothal between himself and Narcissa Black was to e inevitable. There was no doubt in his mind that this letter was to confirm that the contract had been put through. He looked over to his girlfriend, she was talking to the quidditch team and some of the other Slytherin girls. He’d have to speak with her tonight.

Getting up, he nodded at his fellow Slytherins and began to meander off to his first class. During the day, the letter almost burnt a hole in his cloak. It was only an hour before dinner when he decided to end the misery of not knowing what his father had written.

Lucius,

It has come to my attention yourself and Miss Vanity are in a relationship. This does not bode well for your future wife. The Black family and I request that you end things with your paramour immediately.

I will not stand for you embarrassing the Malfoy name.

Your Father.

Once again, he bit back all the emotions that suddenly made themselves known. For the rest of that hour, he composed himself behind the privacy of his silence and protected bed hangings. When the bell for dinner rang loud, he made his way down to the Great Hall and searched for his beloved, taking a seat next to her.

Half way through the meal, he lent over to her, “Astronomy Tower, 9 pm” he said, not meaning for it to sound terse and angry. In compensation he covertly put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. It was his sign t her that she was not the one he was angry with.

Emma nodded, sipping her pumpkin juice as he leaned over to quietly murmur a time and their usual meeting place into her ear. It was still a few hours till 9 o’clock and it made her slightly uneasy to wait that long to know what had been bothering him all night. “Alright I’ll see you then.” She replied placing a soft kiss on his cheek before grabbing her bag and rising from her seat to head to the library for a few hours of studying before they were to meet. Emma would much rather be working on Quidditch plays but there was a fifteen inch essay about the difference between Vanishing Charms and Banishing objects the next day and Emma had only managed to scrawl out a measlyfour inches so far.

The next few hours in the library crawled by with her nose buried in various dusty tomes trying to adequately fill the parchment in front of her with relevant information and at the same time trying to make sure the words stretched to just over fifteen inches. Finally her essay was finished and Emma was pleased to see she had just enough time to make it to the Astronomy Tower to meet Lucius.

Packing her things in a hurry Emma slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried out of the Library walking swiftly to the Astronomy Tower. She made the ascent with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, it was difficult not to be nervous when she had no idea what had been bothering him all day. She reached the top of the stairs and found herself finally facing him. “Hey…what’s up?” she asked closing the distance between them and placing a soft kiss on his lips in greeting. “Everything ok?”

#The Definitive Moment #Lumma #sanctimoniavincetsemper #past para

The Definitive Moment || Lumma

An owl flew over his head during breakfast and dropped a letter before flying off. He bit back a groan of frustration as he saw the familiar elegant scrawl that belonged to his father and felt the Malfoy crest seal. He sighed and stashed it in the secret pocket of his cloak.

His father was currently doling out information to him that a betrothal between himself and Narcissa Black was to e inevitable. There was no doubt in his mind that this letter was to confirm that the contract had been put through. He looked over to his girlfriend, she was talking to the quidditch team and some of the other Slytherin girls. He'd have to speak with her tonight.

Getting up, he nodded at his fellow Slytherins and began to meander off to his first class. During the day, the letter almost burnt a hole in his cloak. It was only an hour before dinner when he decided to end the misery of not knowing what his father had written.

Lucius,

It has come to my attention yourself and Miss Vanity are in a relationship. This does not bode well for your future wife. The Black family and I request that you end things with your paramour immediately.

I will not stand for you embarrassing the Malfoy name.

Your Father.

Once again, he bit back all the emotions that suddenly made themselves known. For the rest of that hour, he composed himself behind the privacy of his silence and protected bed hangings. When the bell for dinner rang loud, he made his way down to the Great Hall and searched for his beloved, taking a seat next to her.

Half way through the meal, he lent over to her, "Astronomy Tower, 9 pm" he said, not meaning for it to sound terse and angry. In compensation he covertly put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. It was his sign t her that she was not the one he was angry with.

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Happy Happily Ever After // Potulus

After the past few times he saw people at the lake, Regulus was feeling a bit better about everything. He knew there was no use in worrying about things he couldn’t control. He would simply have to deal with the punches and surround himself with people who helped him feel better. He also realized how much better he felt around the lake. So he headed there again to relax. As he got closer he could hear music. He paused and closed his eyes. There was a guitar playing beautifully. A smile grew across his face. He opened his eyes and headed closer. He could see James at the lake. Regulus was far away enough to not be seen by the other boy, so he just took in the sight. It made his fingers itch for a pencil despite his minimal drawing ability. He wanted to capture the sight before him. He wished that he could paint. He would paint the sky in watercolors, the dark calm surface of the lake in oils, and he would draw James and his guitar in pastels. He paused there a few moments and headed over. He smiled at James and sat down beside him.

He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the other boy. After he looked at James a bit sheepishly. He was blushing slightly. He hoped that he hadn’t crossed any boundaries. They had kissed before, but Regulus still wasn’t entirely sure where they stood. Regulus wasn’t seeing anyone else, and had no desire to see anyone else. He wasn’t sure how James felt. Regulus wasn’t sure if they were something casual or if they were more serious. He hoped and wished it was more serious, but he was terrified of asking. He looked at James with equal parts happiness and nervousness in his eyes.

James didn’t really know what to do with himself. He’d been thinking alot lately, mostly about one person in partiucular, but he couldn’t figure it out. Not even remotely. he’d brought his guitar down to the lake hoping that maybe it would help him to have some sort of epiphany. It didn’t, but it did clear things up for him,if he was being honest. He’d found himself thinking about Regulus Black, as he always did, but not just him…. He thouhg about the way he moved, the way he laughed, smiled, blushed, smirked, ate, dressed, sat quietly, the way that Regulus kissed him. The way that he clung to James as the latter held him. And then he was playing. His thoughts were being transformed into a melody, his fingers moving seemingly of their own accord, and after a few moments, James realized that the melody reminded him of Reg. It was as if it were the music he heard in his head whenever Reg was around.

He jumped when he turned to the side and saw Regulus smiling at him, but he calmed rather quickly, grinning back at him like an idiot. As Reg leaned in to kiss him, James continued to play, smiling at the kiss.He played until he came to a place in the melody that felt like it could be an ending and then set the guitar gently down beside him. He smiled for a moment before leaning over to steal a kiss of his own. “Hey you.” he said softly, still not exactly sure what Regulus meant to him, or what he meant to Reg, for that matter.

Regulus absolutely beamed when James kissed him. It was one of the best feelings in the world. His heart swelled with emotion. Regulus loved James with all of his being. He was terrified of what James's reaction could be if he admitted it out loud though, so he kept it inside. Regulus moved closer to James and leaned his head on James's shoulder. "Hey, cutie. Was that song for me?"

The second part was said jokingly and he looked up at the other boy with laughter and his overwhelming joy written all over his face. He knew that his love was probably written on his body and face, but he didn't much care. At the very least it would make it easier to communicate. If James didn't feel the same he could choose to ignore the obvious way Regulus felt and they could continue to be whatever it was they were. Regulus placed a soft lingering kiss on James's neck and nestled closer. He already made an excuse in his head for wanting James's proximity if James should wonder. An excuse other than he always wanted to be near James. If James were to ask, Regulus would simply say that it was cold out and James was warm. It was at the very least a partial truth.

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Happy Happily Ever After // Potulus

After the past few times he saw people at the lake, Regulus was feeling a bit better about everything. He knew there was no use in worrying about things he couldn’t control. He would simply have to deal with the punches and surround himself with people who helped him feel better. He also realized how much better he felt around the lake. So he headed there again to relax. As he got closer he could hear music. He paused and closed his eyes. There was a guitar playing beautifully. A smile grew across his face. He opened his eyes and headed closer. He could see James at the lake. Regulus was far away enough to not be seen by the other boy, so he just took in the sight. It made his fingers itch for a pencil despite his minimal drawing ability. He wanted to capture the sight before him. He wished that he could paint. He would paint the sky in watercolors, the dark calm surface of the lake in oils, and he would draw James and his guitar in pastels. He paused there a few moments and headed over. He smiled at James and sat down beside him.

He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the other boy. After he looked at James a bit sheepishly. He was blushing slightly. He hoped that he hadn’t crossed any boundaries. They had kissed before, but Regulus still wasn’t entirely sure where they stood. Regulus wasn’t seeing anyone else, and had no desire to see anyone else. He wasn’t sure how James felt. Regulus wasn’t sure if they were something casual or if they were more serious. He hoped and wished it was more serious, but he was terrified of asking. He looked at James with equal parts happiness and nervousness in his eyes.

James didn't really know what to do with himself. He'd been thinking alot lately, mostly about one person in partiucular, but he couldn't figure it out. Not even remotely. he'd brought his guitar down to the lake hoping that maybe it would help him to have some sort of epiphany. It didn't, but it did clear things up for him,if he was being honest. He'd found himself thinking about Regulus Black, as he always did, but not just him.... He thouhg about the way he moved, the way he laughed, smiled, blushed, smirked, ate, dressed, sat quietly, the way that Regulus kissed him. The way that he clung to James as the latter held him. And then he was playing. His thoughts were being transformed into a melody, his fingers moving seemingly of their own accord, and after a few moments, James realized that the melody reminded him of Reg. It was as if it were the music he heard in his head whenever Reg was around.

He jumped when he turned to the side and saw Regulus smiling at him, but he calmed rather quickly, grinning back at him like an idiot. As Reg leaned in to kiss him, James continued to play, smiling at the kiss.He played until he came to a place in the melody that felt like it could be an ending and then set the guitar gently down beside him. He smiled for a moment before leaning over to steal a kiss of his own. "Hey you." he said softly, still not exactly sure what Regulus meant to him, or what he meant to Reg, for that matter.

Happy Happily Ever After // Potulus

After the past few times he saw people at the lake, Regulus was feeling a bit better about everything. He knew there was no use in worrying about things he couldn’t control. He would simply have to deal with the punches and surround himself with people who helped him feel better. He also realized how much better he felt around the lake. So he headed there again to relax. As he got closer he could hear music. He paused and closed his eyes. There was a guitar playing beautifully. A smile grew across his face. He opened his eyes and headed closer. He could see James at the lake. Regulus was far away enough to not be seen by the other boy, so he just took in the sight. It made his fingers itch for a pencil despite his minimal drawing ability. He wanted to capture the sight before him. He wished that he could paint. He would paint the sky in watercolors, the dark calm surface of the lake in oils, and he would draw James and his guitar in pastels. He paused there a few moments and headed over. He smiled at James and sat down beside him.

He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the other boy. After he looked at James a bit sheepishly. He was blushing slightly. He hoped that he hadn't crossed any boundaries. They had kissed before, but Regulus still wasn't entirely sure where they stood. Regulus wasn't seeing anyone else, and had no desire to see anyone else. He wasn't sure how James felt. Regulus wasn't sure if they were something casual or if they were more serious. He hoped and wished it was more serious, but he was terrified of asking. He looked at James with equal parts happiness and nervousness in his eyes.

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Carrowcest | You Know You Love Me

Alecto chuckled, leaning into his embrace. “Hi,” she murmured, a lazy smile touching the corners of her lips. Alecto turned to face her brother, laying a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I was looking for you,” she purred, eying him fondly. Her hand snaked down his arm, her hand grasping his. “I’m not hungry. Let’s ditch dinner. I have enough chocolate frogs under my bed to feed a small village”

Her gaze turned to the setting sun, visible through the corridor window. “We could go by the lake or something. Or…” her mouth curved into a mischievous grin. “I do have that left over bottle of fire whiskey from our birthday. We could always partake in that.” She winked teasingly at Amycus. “What do you say, brother? Care for a little nightcap?”

She didn’t bother to hear his answer, shooting him an alluring glance and beckoning him with the crook of her finger before sauntering down the hallway in the direction of the dungeons. The young witch smiled, knowing the promise of booze and her company would entice him enough to follow.

"Hello," Amycus returned softly, smiling as she relaxed into him. He watched his sister as she moved in his arms, admiring the graceful way she had about her. "Were you? I'm never far, you know." His hands tightened arond her as she kissed his cheek, his eyes falling closed briefly, and as she slid her hand down in search of his, he gave it to her freely, finding great happiness in their entwined hands.

His free hand played at her side, lazily tracing over her hipbone, even as her gaze turned to the window. Whatever you'd like is fine with me," he'd responded, and now as she gave alternatives, she definitely had his full attention. He smirked as she moved away, eyeing her wickedly as she walked away, her every movement tantalizing.

"I never say no to a nightcap, dearest," he responded in a low tone, taking long strides to catch up to her. He would have followed anyways, they both knew it, but the undeniably sexy way she had of inviting him was too good to pass up, and once he'd caught up to her, he moved behind her, his gait falling into sync with hers, even as his hands moved to her hips, loving how they swayed when she walked.

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