After reading that regulus/hermione one... I must ask for more. (Please) 🙏🏼 366 or 368. "You heard me. Take. It. Off" Or. "You know my name?" Also, I read you're thinking about making a story with this pairing??＼(^o^)／ 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Oh my gosh, I will do you one better and give you BOTH prompts! I hope you enjoy this! I just posted something on my WIPs (a tagging game) that has a little more information on my future Regumione if you want to see more.
Despite all of the revelry, Hermione couldn’t relax. It felt disrespectful to be celebrating so soon after everyone died, but the Three Broomsticks was still bustling with activity and joy that finally, finally, Voldemort was dead and Harry was victorious.
At first, she thought it was just a bit of a hold over from being on the run so long that she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. But, no matter how hard she tried to relax – two firewhiskeys into the night, and completely exhausted – the hair on the back of her neck was still up. Pressing her back against the wall, she let her eyes trace the room for anything out of the ordinary.
Ron was chatting up Susan Bones, which was a bit of a surprise, seeing as he’d just kissed her in the Chamber of Secrets. It was more of a surprise that she didn’t feel jealous at all. Harry and Ginny were sneaking up the stairs to where the rooms you could rent were. Seamus and Dean were pressed together in an impressive lip lock.
Her eyes almost skipped over the tall man, his hair a rather ordinary blond. But then, she noticed the shiver of a glamour charm on his person. They met eyes – a familiar gray. It was suspicious enough that she marched right over to him, not even bothering to say hello. If he was dangerous, there was no time for pleasantries. “Take off your glamour.” She said, insistently.
“What?” The man asked, his voice raspy, as though he were unused to talking.
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Hermione said, he hands on her hips, her mind whirring with curiosity of what he could possibly be hiding.
She watched as he grimaced, but eventually pulled out his wand to cancel the spell. Blond hair changed and lengthened, until it was replaced by a wavy, black. The angles of his face morphed and changed into something more familiar, and for a moment, Hermione felt like she was seeing a ghost. Was it possible?
Her eyes met his grey ones, and finally the puzzle pieces clicked into place. “Regulus Black?” She asked, her breath stopping in her throat.
“You know my name?” He sounded startled, even more so than she felt, seeing as she was face to face with a dead man, who she’d thought had sacrificed his life for their cause all those years ago. A man that she’d spent nights agonizing over, thinking of how terribly sad his sacrifice had been, completely unknown to the public.
But now, he’d get a second chance.
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