iv. battered
You walk into your room to find him holding up an old battered and worn jumper that Molly had made you when she first learned to knit them. He studies it for a moment before turning around and realizing you're behind him. "I was just...well, Bill said every Weasley and Prewett had one of these and I wanted to see yours." He pauses a moment before asking, "Can I wear it?"
Your brow draws in and you wonder why he would want to wear that when he has plenty of fine clothes and money to buy more. But you just nod your head without questioning him. You watch as he tugs it over his head and can't help but think that he looks stunning in anything, even an old maroon sweater with a G stitched unskillfully in the middle.
Regulus tugs at the cuffs with his slender fingers and lowers his chin to survey his new outfit. He traces around the edges of the golden G and then smiles. "I wish I was a Prewett" escapes from his lips and he looks at you as though he just spilt an important secret.
You reach for his hand and gently guide him towards you. You lean your forehead against his own lightly and say, "I'm happy you're not."
"And why's that?"
"Because then I couldn't do this," you reply, a smug grin creeping across your face as you bring his chin up and claim his lips.