A/N: For the Ultimate OTP Competition (bonus 1: a wedding). For Sam because RegBarty fluff is apparently possible.
"Oi, Crouch! Does dearest Daddy know that his precious son is at a Death Eater wedding?" Regulus teases, taking the seat beside you.
"No more than he knows that his precious son is a Death Eater," you mutter through a clinched jaw as the music begins to play and his cousin stomps her way down the aisle with narrowed eyes.
"It's all an act," Regulus whispers, leaning back lazily in his seat, his feet resting on the empty chair in front of him. "She can't stand ole Roddy. Can't blame her, really. Poor bastard is a terrible bore."
You nod, through you're not really listening. You've already seen the way Bellatrix looks at your master, and it's easy to guess where her heart lies.
"Seems a bit pointless."
You look at him, brows raised. "What does?"
"Marriage. Who needs a bloody ritual just to declare that someone belongs to you?"
"So, you'll never get married?"
Regulus shakes his head. "Nope."
"Not even if I asked nicely?" you press, though, like Regulus, you have no intention of ever pledging your love and devotion til death do you part.
A crooked grin plays at his lips. "Maybe," he chuckles. "But you're wearing the dress."
You scowl and fix your eyes straight ahead. "Never getting married," you decide.