I've just realised that this has turned into a very musical story,, anyway the program I imagine them skating to in this first part is Virtue/Moir's Mahler Symphony No 5, please check it out, it's fucking amazing and I cry every time I watch it.

The second song is The Story of Us by Taylor Swift.

I breathed in Reg's scent, his own breathing matched perfectly to mine. My vision was blocked by his shirt. His arms delicately draped over my waist.

We stayed breathing in silence for a few more seconds, before we finally pulled away, him taking my hands into his and giving me a small warm smile and a nod.

Without the warmth of his body, I could feel the cold nipping at my arms. I got onto the ice holding Regulus's hand, the crowd around us cheered like crazy, but as I looked into Reg's eyes, the only person I could see was him.

"On the ice representing Great Britain, Daisy Evans and Regulus Black!" The announcer's voice resonated through the building.

As we got onto the the center of the ice and took our starting positions, I knew as long as Reg was beside me, everything would turn out just fine.

The first notes of our music sounded through the arena, and our bodies were like clockwork, we knew exactly what we had to do.

Reg softly speaking to me made me feel safe. The smooth sounds of our blades comforted me.

I focused on our performance, trying so hard for every element to be as in sync as possible. This was everything we'd hoped for, everything we'd been working so hard for.

It felt right to skate next to Reg. I looked into his eyes as I came out of a lift and all I could see was the face of trust and care.

I leaned on to his bent leg as we both looked at the sky with hopeful eyes, our fingers intertwining. The arena broke down into cheers.

We took a few bows, and neither of us seemed to be able to contain the grins on our faces. We'd performed our hearts out.

Regulus gave me an incredulous look as he went in for a hug. He held me so tightly I felt like I might be a bit short of breath. He leaned back a little and he had a look on his face that I couldn't quite describe, but it made me weak in the knees. He took my face in his hands and after staring back and forth between my eyes and my lips he leaned in slowly.

I held my breath as his lips brushed mine.

"EDWARDS!"

I woke with a start and immediately located the source of the yell so I could glare at her.

"What is it, Safiya?" My voice was raspy.

"It's wakey time, or you're gonna be late." Saf said, before stepping out of the room, hairbrush in hand.

I groaned, but didn't get my head off the pillow just yet.

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Regulus Black and I kissed — more like snogged, honestly — covered in fluorescent paint on my birthday party. That was the last time things were normal between us.

The week following the kiss, we'd both avoided each other. I, because I was kind of scared he'd say he'd regret it and that it was a mistake. But his reasoning I wasn't so sure of.

Not to brag, but I was quite good at avoiding people when I wanted to. So during that week, our last week of Easter break, we'd barely heard a peep from each other.

Then as classes started I realised that it would be kind of complicated to avoid each other so efficiently, since we had two classes together, one of which we were partners in.

So after a few days, I swallowed my pride and went up to Reg to amend things and just ask to amend things, and act like normal again. But much to my bitterness, he'd pretty much just ignored me, which royally pissed me the fuck off. So I was currently very cross with him, but apparently my subconscious couldn't tire of reminding me how much I still liked him.

I truly hated this.

"Everyone's favourite commentator is back and she's ready for some Quidditch!" I yelled into the mic.

This game was exactly what I needed to get my mind off a certain grey eyed boy. I truly thanked the lord Slytherin wasn't playing today.

"First off, I would like to say a quick thank you to everyone who's been reading my column on the Hogwarts Gazette, I appreciate your support. So as a bit of a treat, here's a peek at next week's topic. Exclusive images from the Chudley Cannon's last game, are all those triangle formations coincidence or are they trying to tell us something? Also, my take on Snitchnipgate, is Baz Marrow from the Montrose Magpies being framed? Is it all part of a bigger conspiracy in the BIQL?"

I proceeded to introduce both teams enthusiastically, though I must admit, Gryffindor a bit more excitedly than Ravenclaw.

"Alright, and they're off. Gryffindor is in possession, one of my favourite things about the Gryffindor trio of Chasers is how well they compliment each other's skills, they're truly in sync with each other as they are proVING RIGHT NOW WITH THE FIRST GOAL OF THE MATCH!"

The crowd cheered for Gryffindor. My attention was suddenly drawn to one tiny blonde girl.

"Did y'all just see that? Ellie Benson just did a backbeat with that bludger and oh my god, this tiny thirteen-year-old just did one of the moves even pros struggle with! Talk about an ICON!"

"Oh and would you look at that? Kingsley and Macmillan just went two for two with that Quaffle. Ugh, I just adore this team! They just need to make the final, it's what they deserve."

I spotted the wondrous Ravenclaw Seeker, Grace Richardson quickly flying through the air, following what appeared to be the Snitch. Ugh I could not believe Nat was going against her. Two of the best Seekers Hogwarts had ever seen, but only one could win.

Wait. Was Nat – ? Apparently she had spotted the Snitch too? "And lookey here, folks. It appears as if both Seekers have spotted the Snitch, or a Snitch-like object." Grace slowed down a bit as she realised Nat was going for the golden ball in a completely different direction. "Ooh seems like Grace is doubting her sighting a bit as Nat strides on confidently. Grace's gonna have to make a decision soon."

And that she did. "And Grace's decided to follow Nat's pace! Ravenclaw has taken the chance to score another goal! Nat seems to be gaining even more speed as she moves closer to the ground. Is she doing what I think she's doing? Oh my god, Carson just Wronski feinted Richardson!" I half-yelled incredulous. "Richardson had indeed seen the Snitch, but since Natalliya Carson is a smart, cunning, powerful musk ox, she went in for the feint to shake Richardson's confidence, which she achieved. Oh my god, I will never stop talking about this."

A few more goals were achieved but I was still hung up on my friend's brilliant-ness.

"To all the people who've said Natalliya is overrated as a Seeker, I am literally caCKLING. And don't think I don't know who y'all are, or why you claim such bullshit. I mean don't we all know just how much men love it when a girl shows them she is better than them at something they love."

One of the Ravenclaw Chasers kicked the Quaffle with the mast of her broom right into one of the goal posts. "Oh and look at that beautiful Finbourgh flick from Carrie Roberts, she's so underrated, that move is a toughie, but when done right, god is it just beautiful."

The Ravenclaws cheered, and I heard a peppy scream of "Ravenclaw for the win!"

"Oh Ravenclaw winning, does that sound like something that you want? Well let me tell you something, you're never gonna get it."

Okay, maybe I was being a little harsh, but I would support this Gryffindor Team until my dying day.

"Oh and these Chasers are just on fire today! Gryffindor just broke a hundred points, while Ravenclaw is down by ten, which means if the Gryffs get the Snitch right now, they are in the final."

Oh god I was feeling physically ill with the nerves.

I suddenly saw Nat stop abruptly and slowly fly towards the ground. What on earth was she doing? She then proceeded to get off her broom and out of thin air, the Snitch was suddenly in her hand.

It took everyone (including me) a few seconds to register what was happening, but slowly both teams stopped and the Gryffindor House broke down in deafening cheers.

I nearly jumped out of my seat as I realised. "Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Coach Farizan calls it and Gryffindor fucking wins 250 to 90! And oh sweet baby Jesus I think I've figured it out. Earlier in the match Grace had actually tried to lure Nat into a Wronski feint but of course Nat wasn't buying, so she kept looking for the Snitch, which she SPOTTED, and went for BUT she knew that she couldn't catch it until Gryff was at at least a hundred points so she pulled a Plumpton pass and somehow hid the Snitch in her sleeve until now and let us all think she did a Wronski feint before. Ugh, that is A Seeker! The freaking legend jumped out!"

The crowd continued to cheer loudly as they heard my rant. It seemed like they were as impressed as I was. And the actual Gryffindor Team was celebrating harder than anyone.

"I will literally never shut up about this. This is the best thing that has happened in Hogwarts Quidditch in years." I actually stood up from my seat in excitement. "And all of you who bet against this team, how does it feel to be boo boo the fool? I hope y'all learned your lesson. Because I would never bet against Natalliya Carson!"

I'd been focusing a lot in class lately. Partly because of someone my mind kept wanting to come back to even when I begged her not to, and partly because, well, I should.

Music class had especially been sort of an outlet for me though. Our teacher had started encouraging us to write our own songs, and funnily enough, I'd had a bunch of those just swirling around my head lately, I just needed to write them down.

What I really needed at the moment was a song I could belt out all my feelings to, which I'd figured out just a few days ago.

I was performing with Dan today, as he was the only other student who could play a Muggle instrument, so he was on drum duty, which was a very important part of my song. And I'd convinced Mr Higuchi to join us on the guitar.

As I sang the first few words, I could literally feel the pressure on my shoulders lifting. It had been so frustrating not being able to talk about this with anyone because I couldn't tell my friends or my sister what was going on, because there was no way to explain my relationship with Regulus without revealing his secrets, which I — even though I was very mad at him — was in no place to say. And when my friends inevitably asked who the song was about, I'd say it was about an old beau, because in their eyes Reg and I could never be anything other than casual friendly acquaintances.

'Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fallout
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up, I can't break through.'

Dear god, why did Reg had to be like that? I knew it wasn't entirely his fault, he'd been taught since infancy not to talk about his feelings and to generally be bitter about the human population. But he made it so hard. I knew I wasn't going to keep trying without reciprocation.

'Oh, I'm scared to see the ending
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud.'

I headbanged as we hit a musical accent, my hair flying everywhere, it was liberating.

'This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side
The battle's in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down
If you say you'd rather love than fight.'

I was a bit short of breath and I was starting to sweat but I loved every minute of it. My classmates looked a bit freaked out by my intensity, but Nat gave me a thumbs up as I looked her way.

'And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate
'Cause we're going down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.'

I sang so loud, as if I wanted Regulus to hear me, wherever in the castle he might be. It felt really good.

"Okay, what in the fuck is going on?" I snapped at my friends.

Nat, Saf, Bella and I had been sat at the Slytherin table for about ten minutes. Ten minutes in which not a single word had been uttered. The three girls had just kept throwing furtive glances at each other and eating their food really slowly.

Bella sighed. "It's nothing, we've just been meaning to ask, why have you been so mopey the last few weeks, and what was up with that song you wrote for music class? And we know we've all been asking about your mood, and you've said you're okay, but we just don't buy it."

Oh. Well I knew this day would come, which means I should've thought my answer through a bit better. But I was going to have to improvise a bit.

I looked down at my chipped nail polish. "It's just, the song is about my ex-boyfriend and since I started writing it, I've been sort of reliving some of the things we went through, and that's why I've been mopey, as you say."

I looked up at them briefly, all three of them looked like they believed me, and were concerned about me, which made me feel awful.

"Oh, and when did you date this guy?" Nat asked gingerly.

"Uh we broke up in November of last year and we were together for a bit over a year." Okay, so I moved up our break up date a bit, but that way it'd be more normal for me to still be kind of upset about it.

Saf placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "So you must've been fairly serious."

Why were they being so compassionate?

I shrugged. "Well, yeah kind of. I think it was one of those things where you think a guy is loving and funny and sexy but it turns out he's just tall."

Saf gave a short laugh.

"Oh yeah I get that." Nat smiled slyly.

"I mean, he was 6'2, we've all done stupid shit for 6'2." I said.

The girls laughed tentatively.

"But was it good?" Bella asked. "Before you realised he was just tall?"

I poked at my food. "Yeah, I guess it was pretty good. But he was always upset about me going away for competitions, and my training hours. I don't think he was ever genuinely happy to see me win. That's when I started to realise, that I couldn't live like that."

"Well fuck him, you deserve someone who's proud of you, who supports you, and who cheers almost as loudly as your friends for you. Someone who wants all you have to offer, and who tries, and genuinely wants to make things work." Nat smiled softly at me.

"Thanks, Nat. Who needs men anyway? Friends are the real deal. Friends watch out for you, they take you to the airport, boyfriends just love you and kiss you, yikes."

Dear Sirius,

Heyy, sorry it's taken me a while to write back. I think your bike looks great! Maybe you can take me for a ride someday, if we can sneak past my sister. And if you're trying to get into Muggle films, I would recommend Star Wars, it's one of my faves.

I've been doing alright. I've been doing well in my classes. I especially like Divination. But Music's been treating me well too. Did you take Potions as a NEWT? Because I could certainly do with some advice.

I've actually been meaning to ask you about a subject I know you're not very keen on, but will you please please please humour me? It's about your brother.

He said something to me in class that got me thinking (don't worry it wasn't anything bad, I'm fine, he hasn't done anything to me) and I just wanted to ask you, do you really think he's a D*ath E*ter? Do you think he feels forced to be involved in all this? If he were under different circumstances, do you think he'd even be in the Order? Also, out of curiosity, what was he like growing up?

As, I said, everything is absolutely fine. I'm just curious, I've said maybe two words to him, and the same on his end. It's okay if you don't feel comfortable answering though, if that's the case just ignore that part of the letter.

See you soon,

Rainbow

As I attached the letter to one of the school owls, I wondered if I was right in doing this, I knew neither Regulus nor Sirius would be very pleased about this, but Regulus didn't have to know, and Sirius would have to get over it.

Of course, I knew the answer to almost all the questions I'd asked Sirius, but I still wanted to know his opinion. All the theories I'd been toying with in my head were starting to mess with my sanity, and maybe Sirius's reply would bring me at least something resembling an answer.

I watched the owl fly away until it could be no longer seen in the blue sky, before sighing and walking out of the owlery.