A/N: Hey y'all! This is Marlene/Regulus with wedding bells. I've never written this pairing before, so… that's why it's so short :P Also, unbeta'd… because life.

Word Count: 558

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Those rights go to JK Rowling.

For the lovely Amanda, via Gift-Tag :)

Enjoy!

He was standing next to Sirius, looking slightly uncomfortable so near the center of attention. Marlene thought he looked dashing in his black dress robes, and she felt her heart pick up when he glanced her way. She waved at him, winking.

Regulus flushed a delicate pink and flashed her a smile before turning back to his brother. Remus and Sirius were finally getting married, but Marlene found that she only had eyes for the best man. Wedding bells tolled in the distance as the ceremony ended, and Regulus tried to slip away unnoticed in the crowd. Marlene couldn't let this happen, of course—she gave Lily a flimsy excuse and then raced after him.

The chase led her out to the courtyard, where the reception would be held in a few hours' time. Marlene could hardly cross the uneven, grassy terrain in her heels, so she took a moment to pull them off before approaching Regulus.

"Running away from the party?" she asked him, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. He jumped slightly, startled, and turned to her.

"Not running away," he corrected. "Just getting some air."

Marlene scoffed, but she didn't contradict him. She walked until she was right in front of him, and leaned against the tree on her left. "The ceremony was lovely, wasn't it? About time those two got together."

Regulus let loose a small smile, grey eyes crinkling up at the corners. "I agree. It was a much nicer wedding than the ones… I've previously attended."

Marlene knew that he was referring to the many incestuous marriages his family had been a part of over the centuries, though she had no clue how many he'd had to attend. She only knew about the Blacks because Sirius tended to be very verbal about them, and she hoped that half of the things that he'd suffered through Regulus had escaped from.

But today was too joyous of an occasion to be tainted by such thoughts.

She stuck out a hand, blue eyes friendly. "Marlene McKinnon. I don't think we've ever been introduced properly."

Regulus shook her hand politely and Marlene thanked her lucky stars that she didn't blush. "Regulus Black. It's a pleasure."

Marlene grinned at him. She wasn't blind—she knew that Regulus was at least a little bit interested in her. She fully intended to make him see that she wanted to get to know him, too.

"Charmed," she chirped. "Hey, the reception isn't for another few hours, right?"

Regulus quirked a black eyebrow. "Yes, I think that's right."

Marlene punched his shoulder lightly. "Fancy going out for a drink with me before we have to be back here? Just the one, I suppose, but it could be fun."

Regulus looked surprised for a moment, almost as if he couldn't believe that she wanted to go out with him, of all people. "I—yes, I do. Yes."

Marlene beamed and looped her arm through his, still holding her heels in her other hand. "Excellent. I'm sure it will be splendid evening, Mr. Black."

Regulus let out a laugh, and it was the most wonderful thing Marlene had ever heard. "I think you're right, Miss McKinnon."

The two slipped away from the rest of the wedding party, and if they were late for the reception, well, that was nobody's business but their own.