❝ We can’t lose each other and let all this glorious love end in nothing. ❞ -Daveline
Davey would never deny that what he and Emmeline had was love- real and true love. But perhaps it was a love that wasn’t meant to be. He would hate to lose her, and it would hurt like hell for a while, but it was ultimately what was for the best. “Emm … Being with me means you lose your status, your family, your wealth …” he sighed. “Your dad made it clear. He’ll disown you if you go with me. I’m not going to make you go through that. I love you, but it’s okay. Not all great loves are meant to be.” He smiled sadly at her. This could be the last time he saw her. “Emmeline … Maybe we’ll meet again.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to carry you to bed,” Davey chuckled softly to his brand new wife. They were still in their wedding clothes- her beautiful dress and his suit- and the evening of dancing and celebrating was finally winding down. The Gryffindor reached down and pulled Emmeline into his arms, and lifted her up so he was cradling her.
❝ I’m certainly glad to see you again. ❞ -Regulus and Daisy AU
Voldemort was dead. Destroyed. Gone forever. Regulus’ mission was finished, and everything that had oppressed him was finished. The Slytherin boy was tired, he hadn’t eaten a substantial meal in days, and he should probably contact his brother and finally tell him everything- but there was one thing he had to do first.
He had hoped that Daisy would still be in the same little house, alive and well, and waiting for him. In fact, she was sitting in the front garden having tea when he walked up the path to the gate. At first, neither of them said anything- they just ran, and crashed together in the middle, hugging and crying and clutching at each other.
When she finally spoke, Regulus had to laugh at her nonchalant tone. “I am too. I didn’t know if I would see you again. But it’s done, Daisy, it’s done and we’re free.”
❝ You see, we were born different. It’s in our blood. ❞ -Regulus and Daisy break up AU
Regulus sighed. “I’m glad you understand, Daisy.” He looked up from his hands, folded in his lap, and back to her. She looked sad. “We can’t be together. You can’t get mixed up with me- something bad will happen. It always does. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He stood, gathered his jacket. “Thanks for not making this hard.”
He thought that breaking up with her would have made him feel better. But it just hurt worse.
❝ I had a lot of things, but the truth is I’m empty. ❞ - Freya and James
James knew that Freya was having a hard time, and that she was trying to have a serious conversation, but number one, James didn’t love serious conversations, and two, he wasn’t one to let people indulge in their sadness. What his best friend needed was to be cheered up. “Well,” he said, reaching under his bed. “My gran just sent me a bunch of fudge, and it’ll fill you up quite nicely, I reckon. Stay friends with me and you’ll never have to worry about being empty ever again.” He elbowed her in the side gently as he spoke, hoping that she could hear past the joking and know how he cared about her and supported her.
❝ They’re a rotten crowd. You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together. ❞ -Regulus and Daisy
“Thank you,” Regulus murmured, threading his fingers through Daisy’s. His side of the little church had been totally empty, aside from a few friends, and Andromeda, Ted, and Dora. Daisy’s side had been larger, but it had been a small wedding, for sure. Now the party was over, and they were nestled away in a corner while one of Daisy’s friends helped clean up. He had tried not let it show how hurt he was by his family’s absence, even though he had prepared himself for this possibility. “They don’t matter anymore,” He told his new wife. “You’re my family now.”
A streak of red and gold and brown rushed past the crowd. It was so noisy in the Gryffindor stands, but this sacrifice i=was worth it, because Davey was here cheering with the rest of his classmates. Benjy sat beside him, draped in a Gryffindor scarf over his Ravenclaw robes. Davey looked like he was there just casually cheering on his house, but he was really only there for one person in particular.
Emmeline flew deftly around the pitch, looking regal and confident. She hovered, watching the action around the quaffle, waiting for her in. She spotted it soon, streaking off toward the other end of the pitch. Slytherin’s beater saw it too, and he set off after her. He whacked a bludger in her direction, and Davey’s breath caught in his throat. Emmeline was so focused on what she was trying to accomplish that she didn’t even see it coming.
Davey shouted her name, but there was no way she could hear him over the crowd, and the bludger smacked her in the shoulder, knocking her off her broom. Hie heart leaped out of his chest and he stood, frantic. This kind of thing happened all the time, but this was Emmeline, not just any person.
“Whoa, mate,” Benjy caught Davey’s arm and he realized he’d been nearly about to jump down into the pitch. “Hey, Emm will be fine.” The officiant had caught her before she hit the ground, and lowered her down safely, but Davey couldn’t see her anymore. “I have to go,” Davey mumbled to his best friend. Benjy gave him a look, but he knew Davey, and let him go.
It took what felt like forever for him to wade through the crowd and start running up to the castle. He knew she’d be in the hospital wing. He knew that this wasn’t a life or death situation, but it had sort of felt like one, and one thing echoed in his mind as he made his way up. I have to tell her I love her. He’d been debating asking her out on a date, but hadn’t quite made up his mind or found the courage yet. But now he would. He was ready. He needed to tell her.
DAISY/REGULUS–
Regulus had always been the most cautious person in whatever group he was in. He was far more mild than Sirius, and the Black cousin that hung back from the action most of the time. He didn’t like having to make decisions, or go against the grain, or have a lot of responsibility. all the Slytherin wanted in life was to get through it, quietly in the background, and make no ripples.
But he was about to do something that had the potential to make some big ripples.
He waited for Daisy at their usual meeting spot, an out of the way corridor by the charms classroom, with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand. As far as she knew, they were just meeting to do classwork together.
Her brunette head appeared from around the corner and her smile lit up the cobblestones, and it made something in Regulus’ gut flop, in a good way. “Daisy,” he said before she could say anything. “I know I’ve been beating it around the bush, but I want you to know something.” He held out the handful of flowers.
Daisy took them, looking at him expectantly with her beautiful, innocent eyes. “What is it, Reggie?” His gut flopped again, but in a bad way. He was about to go home, in a few days, when the term ended. He was about to be sworn in as a Death Eater. He was supposed to hate people like her- Muggleborns. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Despite everything his parents had tried to instill into him.
“I love you,” he said quietly. “No matter what happens. Remember that, ok? You don’t need to say it back or anyth-”
She cut him off, shaking her head. At first he thought she was about to say that this was all too much for her. “I love you too, Regulus.” She leaned into him and stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her soft lips to his. For the first time in a very long time, it felt like things might not be so bad.
GARRICK/LUNA–
Luna said it so easily- “I love you.” She said it over breakfast, grinning like an idiot over her oatmeal, while Garrick scarfed down a piece of toast. Garrick was never organized, especially in the morning, so he was rushing about, coat half on, notebooks in a precarious pile on the counter, and he’d just said he was ready to leave when she said it. Garrick didn’t have time to freeze, he was already late for the expedition to the caves, and he had his mouth full of toast, so all he could think to do before disapparating was use his thumbs and pointer fingers to make little finger guns at her.
And then he was gone.
The disheveled Ravenclaw stumbled back to the ground outside his meeting point and straightened his coat. The witch who was giving him the tour was already giving him an odd look. “Sorry I’m late,” Garrick breathed. “Shall we?”
“Are you okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. The tip of her wand lit up as she allowed him entry to the cave, where he was looking for some dark dwelling creatures, always for more wand core experiments.
Garrick was already jotting something down in his notebook. “Hm? Oh, peachy.”
The magizoologist shrugged and let him do his work. It only lasted a few minutes before Garrick turned, somewhat startling in the semidarkness, and said, “No, actually, I’m not okay.” He sighed. “You see, my girlfriend told me she loved me this morning as I was leaving.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Did you say it back?”
Garrick threw his hands up in the air. “No! I didn’t know what to do! She pulled it out of nowhere! I just did this-” he showed her his finger guns. “And disapparated!”
The witch gave a low whistle. “Yikes.”
Garrick ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You’re not very good at giving advice.”
“I never claimed to be,” she replied. They continued on with their work in silence, but again, it only lasted for a few minutes. “So, do you love her?”
Garrick frowned. “I think so. I mean, I really like having her around, and she’s really funny and very, very cute,” he replied. But he’d never been in love before. How would he know if this was it or not?
Had he just said that out loud? The witch cocked her head. “Is she the first thing you want to see in the morning and the last thing you want to see at night? If you got stranded on a desert island, would you want her to be the one person there with you? When you’re stuck in bed with a nasty cold, do you want her to be the one making you chicken soup?”
He took a long moment to think, standing in the dark. “Yeah,” he said, feeling a little dumb. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” the witch asked. “Go tell her that. I can reschedule this with the department for you.”
Garrick’s face lit up. “Really? Thanks!” They turned and headed back the way they came. This trip could wait.
When they reached the mouth of the cave, Garrick’s jaw dropped. Luna was sitting calmly outside, playing solitaire in the dirt. She looked up when she heard the footsteps. “Oh, I thought you’d take much longer on your expedition,” she mused.
Garrick’s brow wrinkled. “What-? How-?”
Luna stood, gathering her cards with a flick of her wand before tucking it behind her ear. “You seemed off when you left this morning. I wanted to make sure you were ok. I thought if I sat out here it’d send good vibes down there where you were.”
His lips twitched up into a smile. “Luna Lovegood, I love you.”
She smiled back. “I know.” She pointed her fingers at him in the same way he had earlier. Garrick laughed and stepped forward to sweep her up in his arms, trench coat swirling as he did so.
