For the Marauder Era Pairing Challenge. Just a few drabbles about Marlene and Regulus
She watches him approach through the corner of her eye. He's cautious.
He should be.
She never thought she'd give him a second glance and she knows she probably shouldn't.
He's the other Black. A Slytherin. Handsome, proud, regal. All the things a pureblood should be. But that doesn't matter to her.
She ponders the magic of attraction and decides it is nonsensical. There's no countercurse or anti-jinx. It casts its own spell without anyone noticing until it's too late.
And worst of all it defies all logic.
But as he takes her hand, it seems to make perfect sense.