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AN - I play fast and loose with ages here, so fair warning.

Written for; Button Bonanza, Yellow 15, Slytherin Common Room and Angel's Arcade, 12. Ebenezer Von Clutch - Green / Rabastan / Slytherin

Word Count - 316


Yours (Mine)


You sit in the Common Room, your eyes on the younger boy in the corner. He's only a fourth year, and you're a seventh, and you have no reason to approach him but you want to.

You thought, for a moment, that you could offer him help with the homework he's working on, but that's madness. Why would you bother? You're not exactly known for being nice.

It would certainly raise questions that you've got no interest in answering.

You watch Snape, greasy shit that he is, approach the boy, and you can barely contain your glare. Snape shouldn't be sniffing around him, even if he is only in the year above.

You're practically as green as the stripes on your tie when the boy looks up at him and smiles, his eyes alight as he invites Snape to sit down at the small table. There will be trouble if Snape starts sniffing around the boy.

You try and look away, try and occupy yourself elsewhere, but your eyes always migrate back to the boy.

You can see he's getting tired, and you want to pick him up and cradle him against your chest, let him sleep peacefully in your arms.

You don't know what it is about him that makes you want to… own him, but you crave him and you have done for months.

Everything he does makes you want him. The way he scowls, the way he smiles, the way he laughs and they way he walks.

He's temptation, wrapped up in a tiny gorgeous package. You know some of the other's in Slytherin House covet him, even those in your year, but you'll chase them all away, one after the other.

You smirk, just as he looks up and meets your eyes. His blush just makes you want him more, and one day… One way or another, Regulus Black will be yours.