Also for the Monthly Slash-tastic Drabble-athon Competition (16. poison)
"What about her?" he whispers, struggling to pull himself out of the haze that being in the other boy's embrace pushes himself into.
"Leave her," Barty whispers back, barely throwing a disdainful glance at the crumpled body behind them. "She doesn't matter. Only you do – only we do."
There's a part of him that knows that it's wrong. The body behind them might be that of a Mudblood, but that didn't stop her from being a person.
Being in Barty's arms, however, is so much more important. And Barty always wants him all the more after he's completed a kill…
"I love you, Reg," Barty whispers, tangling his hands in his hair and pulling him closer.
Regulus moans into Barty's mouth, pushing himself closer into him. He's right – the Mudblood doesn't matter at all, not when he compares it to being with Barty.
This, here, with Barty – it's so much more important than anything else can ever be. A Mudblood? It doesn't ever register on Regulus' radar.
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