Prompt: Regulus Black and Lily Evans
Type of Kiss: Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn't be happening, it's a mistake, but you just can't find yourself able to pull away.
"Regulus?" Lily said, her bare feet coming to a screeching halt as her eyes landed on him. The note he'd sent her mere seconds ago was held firmly in her hand.
Regulus stepped out of the shadows, moving away from the brick wall he'd been leaning against. "Lily," he said. "You look well."
Lily pocketed the tiny piece of parchment and crossed her arms over her chest. "Can't say the same for you."
Regulus ran a hand through his hair and smoothed it down, the corner of his lip pulling up. "No, I should expect not."
Lily, likewise, had a small smile building. "My parents have just gone to sleep and Petunia is at a friend's house. Do you want to come in?"
Regulus shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't. I'm mostly just here for a short visit."
"Well, I'm happy all the same." She approached him, reaching out with her hands to take his and Regulus melted inside. "How'd you get here?"
"Kreacher," he answered, trying desperately to ignore the flowery scent she'd brought with her. "He . . . I'll call for him when I need to—"
"To leave?" Once again, her green eyes found his and he found it hard to keep talking. Whatever else he had prepared on his tongue would have to wait, because Lily Evans was leaning in for a kiss. "What if I don't want you to leave?" she whispered.
"Erm, well . . ." Regulus struggled for words, but she was just so close.
This was not going as planned.
"Regulus," she said, ignoring his uncharacteristic mumbling, "What's going on with you lately? Why do you look like you haven't slept in days?"
"I . . ." But Regulus didn't have a chance to even attempt an explanation. His eyes closed and his nose inhaled deeply as Lily Evans' lips met his.
Perhaps it was better this way. For them to have one last good memory before it all went to hell. For them to have a summer night's kiss to think back on when the world around them fell to pieces. For him to have time to ignore her over the summer, making it easier to act hostile when they were back at Hogwarts. She would probably ignore him back in retaliation for the weeks' worth of silence and he wouldn't have to explain.
But truthfully, Regulus doubted it. He should tell her now, break the kiss and end what they had. He should explain just how important it was that they part ways. It was for both of their safety.
Either way, after tomorrow, their lives would change. Perhaps it was better for her to hate him, to be angry at not receiving an explanation. At least that way she wouldn't have hope that things could be different someday. She would move on, be happy . . .
Yes, let her hate me, Regulus thought, let her fire burn bright with rage at the thought of me.
At least that wouldn't make her drown down his dark, wicked path . . .
