Cordelia sighed as continued reading her book. It was driving her mad. Absolutely mad. Her memory of the short time she had been in the Room of Requirement had been completely blocked. By what she had no bloody clue. All she remembered was getting thrown into the room, looking around and then it was like a movie reel that had run out of film. A bright light, some screaming—which she didn't know was her own or someone else—and the next thing she could remember was that she was sitting up, Regulus's face in her vision and her feeling like she had had her head beaten in.

Sighing she pulled at her braid as she put down her book. Suddenly a hand clasped her shoulder and startled she looked up.

"Hey." Regulus said with a slight, tired (Merlin he always looked tired nowadays) grin. She offered a smile in return.

"Hey."

"How are you feeling?"

She blew out a breath, her bangs fluttering slightly. "Annoyed. My memory is still the same as it was a week ago." She grumbled. He frowned.

"I'm sure all that happened was that you tripped and hit your head." At least that's what he hoped for. He had seen curses, and to his knowledge there weren't any outward physical signs that she had been cursed. But then again… "Anyway come on."

"Hm? For what? It's almost curfew." She said, shifting slightly to look at him a bit of suspicion on her face but also a look of interest. He offered a smile that seemed worthy of Sirius Black and chuckled.

"Come on, don't you trust me?" he asked. She blinked and the smiled before standing and dusting off her skirt as though there had been dirt.

"Does this require me grabbing a coat?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe, you say. Maybe." She said as she followed him outside, her feet crunching through the snow. "What is your definition of yes?" she asked, earning a chuckle from him.

"You're wearing a coat." He refuted, earning a light smack on the arm. He looked at her with a grin, holding her hand lightly with his. Finally they reached the area and he spotted a broomstick; his old one to be more precise. He could feel her looking at him in confusion and he chuckled.

"Want to go for a fly?"

"If you remember correctly, I did tell you that I crash nearly every time I'm on one. And if you remember when we first learned how to ride brooms, that girl that nearly impaled Madam Hooch was me." She said. He looked at her amused.

"Who said anything about you flying next to me?" he asked.

"Can a broom even carry two people?" she was quick to ask and he laughed.

"Yes Miss Cordelia, a broom is perfectly capable of carrying two people." He said, pulling her to him. She sighed lightly and it sounded as though it was in defeat.

"I don't suppose it would hurt…" she finally said, though he could see hesitance. Smiling gently, he grabbed the broom and then mounted it. He looked behind him; he saw her glance at it before copying his movements.

"Wrap your arms around my waist."

"I hope this wasn't your intent in the first place."

"It might have been, but I do not think you would want to fall off." He said glancing at her. She offered a slight glare before wrapping her arms around his waist. "Hang on."

"To w-" She began to say, but her comment was cut off as he took off into the air. Her grip was the only thing that told him she had been surprised by his sudden departure, as the grip had tightened in a matter of seconds. He laughed loudly as he flew higher, feeling her head which at that point had been pressed into his shoulder blades, move slightly to see how far up they were.

She blinked, looking down at the ground. She could still see the castle below her and the lights of Hogsmeade. She blinked in awe.

She had never really flown before. Never had a penchant for flying, and never really had the skill. But now, she didn't seem to mind as she casually glanced up at Regulus and saw his face a lit with a childish glow that she had only seen once or twice. If she thought about it, neither times had been when he was with his parents. She stared at him for several more seconds, before smiling as well and resting her cheek on his back, allowing her gaze to shift down and stare at the world below her.

"So what is your holiday break going to consist of?" she asked, later as they finally returned to the earth.

"Most likely spending it with my parents." He said off-handedly. "What about you? Spending it with your parents and grandmother?" he asked. She laughed slightly, almost bitterly.

"No. My holiday is going to consist of our house-elf Greda and me." She replied, pushing a windblown strand of hair out of her face. He paused and looked at her in confusion, to which she shrugged. "My parents and Grandmother are going for a several weeks long 'gala' in the mountains." She huffed. "It's an every other year sort of thing, and under normal circumstances they would bring me along…but I think I've annoyed them to the point where the idea of spending a full two weeks cooped up in a cabin with me is too much for them to bear." She said. "Can't say I was thrilled at the idea of going with them either." She added.

He was silent, analyzing her as she combed back her hair. Gently he pulled a strand behind her ear, tracing the lobe delicately. She glanced at him and offered a soft smile as he pulled her to him and kissed her lightly. When they parted, her face was a slight red, her features soft.

"I'm beginning to actually like the snow." She murmured causing him to chuckle slightly.

"Why is that?"

"Reminds me of you." She said. He looked at her. She was always filled with analogies that to him didn't make a lick of sense or were accurate.

"Snow is pure."

"And you aren't?" she asked. He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers, closing his eyes so he couldn't see the searching look that she was probably giving him.

"I'm a Deatheater." He said. "Purity isn't in the job description." She offered no response, even though she knew that it wasn't true. Deatheaters may not be pure, but he was. He had a type of purity that she could never understand.

And that's why she loved him.

Regulus had been ignoring the meeting for the most part, nodding when it was appropriate, forcing himself to blink and try not to fall asleep as how dull this was. Voldemort hadn't 'graced' this meeting with his presence, so it was rather casual. And boring.

"So what about that Matlock girl?"

Blinking about of his stupor, Regulus looked up at his classmates. "What about her?" he finally asked.

"She's an annoyance, not to mention a blood traitor. Shouldn't we kill her off?" Elphias Finkley said. Regulus felt his jaw clench.

"I've never seen her with a mudblood." Another, (Balfour Bexley was it?) said, taking the words he was yearning to say but hadn't. "And I'll admit she's annoying, but I don't think she's a threat to the Dark Lord." Bexley added.

"How the hell do you know so much about her? You been shagging her?" Gregory Cauldwell asked causing the group to chuckle. Regulus felt the blood rush to his ears.

"Of course not. But I've unfortunately been her partner in plenty of classes and she's never done anything that would suggest that she sides with muggles or mudbloods." Bexley retorted. "And I couldn't shag her even if I tried, the bitch doesn't let any man get within touching distance." Bexley said with a low growl.

"I will admit she is quite a looker. I'm not saying I'd try a relationship with her, but I'd do her in a second." Pollux Bole commented. Other's nodded in agreement, no one seeming to notice that Regulus was beginning to bend the spoon in his hand backwards, digging it into the table as his hand became paler and paler.

"In ANY case, right now she's not a threat. I don't see the reason to kill her." Bexley said. Regulus forced himself to breathe evenly as the other members nodded. Minutes later they heard Slughorn entering the common room, apparently drunk and saying in a sluggish slur that it was time for bed and curfew was almost up. The boys all agreed to what Slughorn had said and stood.

"You coming Regulus?" Cauldwell asked, looking at the other boy as he stood, a bit slower than the others.

"In a minute. Homework." He replied, forcing a grin. The other student shrugged, apparently used to this answer and headed down to the dorms. Regulus waited a few minutes before slamming his hand onto the table, rattling it slightly and he heard the distinct cracking sound of a piece of china…most likely the saucer. He was clenching his jaw in anger, his teeth pressing painfully hard against one another.

How dare they?! How dare they?!

They had not only threatened her life, but they had degraded Cordelia to a piece of property in a matter of minutes. His anger grew as the realization kicked in. No matter what he did…she would always be in danger.

And he could do nothing to stop it.

"Dammit all…" he murmured. "Dammit all to hell."

IT'S GETTING CLOSE...SO IF YOU GUYS WANT TO HAVE ANY SCENES FOR REGULUS AND CORDELIA, TELL ME