Regulus was sat with James, his legs swung over the arm of the comfy armchair of Gryffindor Common Room. He was reading a book of poems he had bought from a Muggle bookshop, and he was currently telling James the poem ‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe. While Regulus was reading the poem, James was snuggling into Regulus with a blanket wrapped around them both.
“It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee...” Regulus read, wrapping an arm around James and pulling him into a sideways hug. As Regulus was only 5’7 and James was roughly 6’2, this was often a hard job, but at times like these when James was tired, it was easy for Regulus to give James a hug.
The two had been dating for nearly a year now, and it had been hard at first what with Regulus’ mother and her expectations of what he should do, but now that Regulus had left the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, it was much easier, and no one could stop them from being them. More often than not were disgusted or jealous looks exchanged from the girls, and there were often frequent arguments between Gryffindor and Slytherin. All of Gryffindor had accepted Regulus as their own, and if anyone tried to mess with him, they’d regret it.
As Regulus continued to read the poem, James just hummed and rested his head on Regulus’ shoulder while hogging the fluffy blanket. Today had been tiring for James because Quidditch tryouts had taken place at roughly 8am on a Saturday.
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side.” Regulus read out loud in a soft voice, trying not to startle James who was slowly going to sleep beside him. Just as Regulus was about to read the next line, he heard a light snore coming from James which made him smile.
Running a hand through James’ soft curly hair, Regulus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.” he whispered and began to fall asleep with his arm around James.
