Regina Weasley was scared. That in itself wasn't too hard of an accomplishment but it didn't help that the reason she was scared was because of her best friend. She wasn't scared in the same way she had been in the forbidden forest in second year, surrounded by spiders. She wasn't even as scared as she had been in third year when Remus Lupin, their defense against the dark arts teacher, up and turned into a werewolf. Or even when notorious killer Sirius Black showed up.
No she hadn't been scared then or at any other of the rather "mental" events that had happened to her in those years since she met Harry Potter. She wasn't scared because every time he had her back and she had his. This time however, she wasn't so sure that he'd have her back. She stood in the Gryffindor common room, pacing back in forth in front of the fireplace. She was happy that nobody was really around to see her, dressed as she was in her pink bunny pajama bottoms and her loose fitting t shirt with the Chudley cannons on it.
She had always been raised as "one of the boys" and that stuck even here at Hogwarts, especially after giving Seamus Finnegan a black eye in fourth year for touching her ass. Nobody messed with Regina Weasley, the girl who had to be tougher than all the other ones because of her brothers. But now, she really didn't feel so tough. She felt very much like a little girl about to lose a favorite toy. She looked wistfully at the stairs to the boys dorm, and idly played with her wand. How do you walk up to your best mate and tell them you want to be more than best mates? That instead of watching quidditch you'd rather snog, well and watch quidditch in Regina's case.
How do you ask someone to change the entire scope of a relationship without threatening it at all? They couldn't go on just being best mates after those three words were spoken could they? Regina always thought that all that talk about spouses being best friends was a load of bollocks but, maybe in this case it might be try. She smiles gently to herself as she rubs her hands together. "Come on now. Harry and I have been through everything. We're chums. If our friendship can survive spiders the size of houses it can survive a romantic relationship can't it?" She asked herself before shaking her head.
"You've gone mental, talking to yourself and expecting a Hermione answer" she said as she continued pacing across the floor. She thought about how it had all started, on that bloody train. Scared and nervous first year jitters stuck with the redheaded and freckled girl, who sat alone outside platform nine and three quarters. Luckily for her, a friend randomly appeared, a sad and confused looking boy who had to be helped by her own mum across the platform. It seemed natural that they would sit together. After all, first years stick together and all. When she found out he was Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, she was completely baffled.
He didn't look at all like what she imagined he'd look like. In fact he looked alot like….well a normal bloke. "Do you have the….well you know...the scar?" She had asked almost conspiratorially like it was a secret between the two of them. When he showed her she just gasped and in a decidedly unladylike manner simply said, "wicked",. That's when Malfoy, the blonde prat entered and introduced himself, insulting Regina and then asking her new friend to leave with him.
Deep down Regina had been scared that he would. After all, everything had always been taken from her by her older brothers and younger sister, why would her new friend be any different? And the Malfoys were a well respected family, more so than the Weasleys ever could be. So Regina braced herself for the worst and simply looked away. That's when Harry Potter turned into Regina Weasley's personal hero. He turned Malfoy down, insulted him, and made an enemy for life on her behalf. Malfoy stomped away angrily and Regina just looked at Harry before breaking out into laughter with her newfound best friend.
Shortly after they were joined by a bushy headed nerd type named Hermione and instantly Regina was jealous. She didn't want to share her friend, and she really didn't like always being corrected by the bushy headed know it all. But like white on rice she stuck around and despite all their fights over the years Regina loved Hermione like a sister. But Harry, well he had a special place Regina didn't even know about yet in her heart.
Over the years the two got into all sorts of trouble and Harry always took the wrap. She would try and be honest, after all it always was her that didn't want to toe the neat and tidy line, but he never let her and he always took the punishment that rightly belonged to her. To boot she knew everything about him, and that's why she knew he never would let her fall. After all, she was his best mate.
Nobody hated the Dursleys or Voldemort more than Regina Weasley, and it wasn't because of any personal reasons. It was what they had done to her mate that inspired her hatred. She knew it all and it was only Harry's plea for her secrecy that the hot tempered redhead didn't go off and do something very stupid. She would never betray his trust and that's why she didn't hex her way up and down the eastern seaboard.
Years pass, as they always do and she hated leaving him behind at Hogwarts every Christmas until one holiday she insisted that Harry be there. She begged and pleaded with her mum, and even had an unwelcome ally in her younger sister Ginny. Ever since then, Molly Weasley had gotten the strange idea to try and match up Harry to her youngest. After all, he did save her from the Chamber of Secrets. It was meant to be in her mind. For some reasons she didn't understand until years later this chaffed her. By that logic Harry had saved her behind more times than she could count. He should be hers. Hers. That was how Regina had always seen Harry. Hers.
Things changed in fourth year, when puberty began to really kick in for the school. That was also the year Harry was chosen for the triwizard cup against the rules. Initially she had been peeved at her friend not telling her the truth but as usual wound up going to him hat in hand apologizing for her being a Ponce. That was how it usually went with Regina and Harry. Any fights they had were usually her fault. She was too hot headed and secretly jealous for her own good. She never liked it when anybody got near her closest friend.
But….different thoughts entered her mind when she saw Harry undressing for the first challenge. She had gone to his tent to apologize and tell him that she was rooting for him, when she entered and saw him lift up his shirt, exposing his muscled torso to her. Her eyes roved over him and she would've drooled if she hadn't been able to snap herself out of it. "Best of luck mate" she said before rushing up and kissing him on the cheek, rushing off, her face bright red as she took her seat in the stands. From then on out, she saw Harry as different. She suddenly realized that they were different. He was a boy and she was a girl.
In hindsight it should've been apparent to her at an earlier age but Harry had never been anything more than Harry to her. Best mates didn't have anything different, until she realized that she did. From then on it got worse, with her being pulled under a lake as the thing he'd miss the most, a swirl of jealousy upon seeing the veela whore kiss him and the stab of agony upon seeing him holding Cedric Diggory's body.
Regina had never been good at math but she added all these things up and came to one single and profound conclusion. She was in love with her best mate. Smitten. Head over heels. She loved everything about him. His recklessness, the way his hair never stays straight and even the way he would smile at her. Things that before had just meant Harry to her, now meant the world to her, simply because her world was Harry. His battles had become her battles in ways she couldn't even fathom anymore. This war wasn't about protecting her family anymore. This was about protecting Harry.
Dumbledore was dead. Killed by Snape, and Harry had segregated himself from the rest of his friends, even after telling them his plan. He was going to go alone, but Regina and Hermione refused. He wasn't going anywhere without his best mates and most importantly he wasn't going anywhere without her. But….there were things that needed to be said. Things that couldn't be said with Hermione there. Hence why Regina was pacing back and forth. She needed to tell Harry. He needed to know that she loved him.
"Well I guess now's as better as anytime" she says gently as she draws her wand and casts the spell that Fred and George gave her that would allow her to sneak into the boys dorm. Her other brothers may have doted on Ginny, but Fred and George were her protectors. She slinked up the stars, happy to have her dragon slippers to cover the sound of her footfalls. Nobody else needed know what she had to do tonight. Her wand is still out and she gently shakes it, bringing to life the faintest blue spark to give her a bit of light. She knows where Harry's bed is. In fact she can see his Nimbus laying right next to it. She smiled at the memory of the time he let her use it, his hands on her hips as they both almost crashed into the Quidditch stands.
She quickly cast a notice me not charm around the bed, following it up with a sound numbing ward that would allow her and Harry all the privacy she would need. Either it would be a yelling match or she'd wind up snogging him to death. Either way, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan had no need to see her in her nightwear.
She wordlessly opened the curtains to Harry's bed and climbed in quickly, her legs straddling on either side of his hips as she quickly closed the curtains. "Ehh? Who...dere?" Harry asks, quickly waking up from the movement as he reaches for his glasses and blinks awake. "Be quiet….wait I cast a numbing spell. Nevermind mate. Be as loud as you want" she says in nervous trepidation. "Regina? How the hell did you get up here?" Harry asks, the sleep draining away from his eyes. "Secondly, why are you up here?" He asks not noticing the rather precarious position Regina had placed herself in, waist to waist.
She looked sheepish and nervous, and even redder than normal. "Is everything okay?" Harry asks, concern seeping into his voice as he turns on a small muggle lamp, illuminating the inside of the curtained enclosure.
"Yeah mate….well not exactly if I'm being honest" Regina adds biting her lip. "I have to tell you something Harry. Something important. I just need you to promise you won't hate me. Alright?" She added imploringly as her hands rested on her night robes. Harry simply nodded and moved to a sitting position, his arms gently going to Regina's shoulders. "Reg, you're not making any sense. What's going on?" He asked as she just moved her face closer to his and pressed her lips onto his.
Harry's eyes shoot wide open as he feels the softness and his body almost goes limp as she leans into him and he falls back onto the bed, taking Regina, who eagerly continues to snog him with the same reckless abandon with which he has seen her attack a plate of food, with him.
She only takes a second or so before pulling back, biting her lip and nodding. "Do you get the picture mate?" She asks hoping she won't have to spell it out to her friend but he just looks like a gaping goldfish, his mouth still wide open. "Bloody hell Harry say something" she begs, moving closer again as she lays her head on his chest.
"I...I don't know what to say except that I've been waiting a long time for that" Harry says haphazardly as his hands move towards his friends back. For a moment Regina is shocked into silence before she looks up at him. "You knew?" She asks to which he nods slowly.
A slap echoes out across the curtained bed, stunted heavily by the noise cancelling ward. "Then why the bloody hell didn't you say anything" she asks angrily, the characteristic Weasley anger coming out before she realizes and balks. "Unless you don't….feel the same way" she adds nervously to which Harry hugs her close, attempting to cut that notion off at the pass. "Of course I do Regina. It's just….you're my best friend. I was afraid of losing you. You've been one of the few constants in my life Reg" he says with a gentle kiss to her cheek.
At this point she was on the verge of tears,but she chokes them back."I love you Harry Potter, and if you had told me you felt the same way sooner I would've been a much different kind of constant" she said gently as her hands rubbed up and down his chest, feeling the muscled torso beneath. "Regina what are you doing?" Harry asked nervously as he felt his shirt being pulled up. "Something we've been waiting a long time for Harry. Now look, call mental but we're going away tomorrow and we might never come back because some crazy dark lord controls most of the country. Hermione is going to be with us so we won't have time for this either. So right now, right her I'm going to give my best friend the shagging of his life" she coos as she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls upward exposing quidditch toned stomach and larger than expected breasts.
Harry's protest dies in his throat as he sees his best friend naked from the torso up for the first time. Without waiting Regina takes his hands and places them on her chest, moaning as contact is made. Harry could hardly help himself as he bolts upright and buries his face between her freckled tits, capturing a nipple with his lips. "Ohh fuck mate. Eager eh?" She teases as her hand rubs lower at his groin, already hard. Within minutes both are naked and Harry is thrusting fast and hard into his best mate.
Her hands are one his belly, feeling up and down as she moans eagerly, her legs wrapped around his waist as she works hard to keep him in place. "Fuck me Harry. Don't hold back" she moans as her breasts and upper body seem to bounce with the movement. "You're so fucking tight Reg" he moans as his glasses finally fall from his face. There is enough light to see however and luckily nobody is awake to see their shadows vigorously making love. "Bloody hell mate it's not that, you're just so big" she coos, looking up at her best friend and lover. It's not long however before she moans loudly and climaxes, her mental state being crushed into Oblivion by the force of her first male inflicted orgasm.
"Shit, Reg, I'm going to cum baby," Harry moans having already felt her finish lewdly on him. "Do it inside me Harry, make me yours" she cooed,her eyes closing as herfists opened and closed from the sheer pleasure of not only the love making but having what's hers. Harry can't help himself, and her plea for him to finish I side sends him over the edge. He finally finishes deep inside her, coating her womb in his seed.
He continues thrusting making sure to get every last drop in his woman before collapsing next to her, panting for breath. "Bloody hell mate. That was amazing" she cooed as she rolled into him, her legs entwining with his and her head going to his chest. "Yeah" he says, pulling the blanket over the both of them. "Bloody hell" he adds teasingly, mocking her for one of her most well used sayings.
She swats at the back of his head lightly with a smile. "Prat" she coos before brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes. "Do you remember the triwizard ball thing in fourth year?" She asks, now covered by the blanket. "The one where you wore that frilly dress your mom gave you? Yes I remember" he says with a smirk, kissing his mate's forehead. She rolls her eyes and let's out a gentle smile. "If you hadn't given me a proper roggerin only a few seconds ago I'd be hitting you alot more you Ponce but yes, that one. That's close to the time I fell in love with you. I wanted you to ask me to dance" she admits.
It was hard for her to be a woman, even after all that. She was a tomboy. One of the guys. And no amount of how much mush Harry Potter turned her into was going to change that.
"I wanted to ask you but I was afraid of being turned down" he admits honestly before yawning, obviously a little sleepy from his exertions. "But now I see I should've asked you. Who knows we'd probably be married at this point" he says sleepily. The thought however, sends Regina's heart into overdrive. Mrs. Potter? Not only that but a horde of red haired green eyes hybrids running around? The thought made her swoon but before she could really put any amount of response into it she heard Harry's light snores.
She first shakes her head but then smiles. Come to think of it sleep wasn't such a bad idea. She yawned loudly, cuddling closer to her boyfriend…..or fiancee? Had he proposed to her? She wasn't sure and she wasn't going to wake him up to find out. If he wanted to propose he would do it proper. Proposal dinner first, then a night of roggering. "Goodnight mate. Love you" she says sleepily before drifting off herself.
Unfortunately for her, throwing her clothes out of the curtains hadn't been the best idea. With the approach of morning came the approach of waking boys. And one Seamus Finnegan was curious as to how a Chudley cannons t shirt had been flung onto his headboard.