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Written for; Sink That Ship, Round 1, RegBarty - Fog.
Sinful Smile
The fog rolls in around them, blocking their vision of the stars above.
"This probably wasn't your brightest idea," Barty comments, pulling his cloak closer around him.
"How was I supposed to know it would be foggy?" Regulus asked, frowning. "It's not as if I can predict the weather, is it?"
Barty snorted. "You're the one who insisted on taking Divination."
Rolling his eyes, Regulus nudged Barty's side, none too gently.
"We're alone, nobody know's we're up here, and we have the whole night to ourselves. I'd say that was bright enough of an idea."
Smirking, Barty nodded, pressing their lips together gently. "You may just have a point. It's not very often I get you to myself, Mr Popular that you are."
"You're doing far too much talking," Regulus complained. "I'm sure you can think of something more... useful to do with your mouth, than make fun of me."
His smirk turning sinful, Barty wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "I'm sure you're correct."