Title: Better to Have Loved
Note: Written for Pairing the Character: Week 14- Regulus Black
WC: 479
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"This is insane," Remus muttered between kisses. Regulus smiled, saying nothing as he pressed his foot harder against the door in order to keep it closed.
Outside the confines of their small, private quarters, students were going about their daily lives. Their hustle and bustle remained unaffected by the illicit romance taking place beside them. They didn't know that every week for the past few months, Remus Lupin had been meeting with his best friend's younger brother. They didn't know that Regulus' dreams had only grown peaceful since he had looked into the kind eyes of his familiar companion, and felt his arms around him. Felt his love.
And that was how it would remain. No one would know, because neither boy was prepared for the backlash. They would just enjoy the time they had.
"It's madness," Remus repeated, though his expression mirrored his young lover's.
"Of course it is," Regulus agreed at last. His lips were his own, then, for the two of them had broken apart. Gone was the warming taste of cocoa and mint. In its place was the mere hint of what he had lost; the breath of his companion, teasing his senses.
Looking up into the eyes of his lover, it was easy to see why they had gotten along as well as they had. There was a tenderness there, which Regulus had thirsted for for years before he had met Remus, but there was also understanding and compassion; here was a boy struggling to secure his place in the wizarding world. Though Regulus would never know his companion's monthly fate, he knew that in Remus he had a love and understanding which many before him had failed to find.
Regulus sighed, "Will I see you again next week?"
He asked the same question every time they parted ways, for he knew it would be the thing to which he looked forward, until he was back in the forgotten side-room of the castle.
"You will," Remus confirmed, his hands reaching up to straighten his lover's tie. "Please look after yourself," he continued, fingertips brushing affectionately against Regulus' pale neck. In those few words he conveyed a thousand more, and Regulus knew it.
With a nod, he turned reluctantly, slipping away from his Gryffindor companion.
"Alright, Kreacher," Regulus said resignedly, his own voice forcing him back to his present surroundings, though the distinct taste of cocoa still seemed present upon his lips. It had been years since he had seen his lover. Years since he had looked into those warm, inviting eyes.
Instead, as Regulus brought himself from the memory he had so easily drawn, he looked down and met the eyes of his innocent, compliant house elf. Kreacher stood beside a tall marble basin, clutching the cupped shell which he would have no choice but to use to poison his beloved master.
"Do it."