"Are you drunk?"

Party | Regulus Black

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warning: none :)

"Listennn darling, the way I see it- wait, why are you dancing?" Regulus' eyes closed for a moment before resting his arm on the wall behind y/n. She sighed. He had begged her to come to the party that was being hosted in the Slytherin common room. It was not particularly high up on her to-do list, considering that she was a Ravenclaw and felt extremely out of place in the dungeons, and because of the Potions essay that was due in two days. Much to her boyfriend's delight, she had finally agreed at the last minute and he was even more impressed that she had participated in some dancing. 

"Reg, I'm standing perfectly still, what are you talking about? Merlin's beard, are you drunk already?" The boy burst out laughing at this statement, confirming her thoughts. Y/n shook her head and chuckled at his idiotic state. The pair had barely been there for an hour. When she looked back towards him, he was much closer and gazed at her with an expression of amazement. 

"You're so pretty y/n/n...you're even prettier than me," He continued to stare at her. She snorted and punched him gently in the arm, but she couldn't hide the small blush that was blossoming on her cheeks.

"Shut up, you dork," She reached up and messed up his hair, making him laugh even more. As much as she loved when Regulus complimented her, she was content just knowing that he was happy tonight. When she was able to, she tried to make him feel better about the things that he struggled with on a daily basis: the issues within his family, not speaking to his brother, being recruited by death eaters. Most of their fellow students at Hogwarts had come to the conclusion that her boyfriend was a mysterious recluse, mainly because they worshipped Sirius Black and therefore anything that he said or thought, but y/n knew the other side of him. The side that loved eating with her at The Three Broomsticks on trips to Hogsmeade and who would run his fingers through her hair when she was feeling ill. She wouldn't trade him for the world. 

Regulus' head joined his arm against the dark green wallpaper to y/n's right. She could tell that he was becoming more and more tired with each passing minute. Even thought she was almost entirely sober, y/n leaned her head back and rested it into the crook of his arm. 

"Do you wanna go to bed, Reg?" She asked him quietly after a while, pushing herself off of the wall. One of the only downfalls of their relationship was the distance between the Slytherin common room and the Ravenclaw one. Typically, it meant no late-night rendezvous between them, and they had to end their evenings earlier than they would usually like. 

Regulus moved his arm from the wall to around her shoulders and leaned down so that she could hear him more easily. 

"That depends, I guess. Will you be joining?" He sent a suggestive wink in her direction, to which she swatted him on the arm again. She loved him, but the boy really needed to tone down his boldness sometimes, it usually didn't do him many favours. The gleam in his eyes and his easy, lopsided smile suggested that he would not remember a single thing he had said that night. 

"Another time maybe, yeah?" Y/n half-walked, half-dragged Regulus to his dormitory door which was located in the quietest corner of his common room. Shaking her head with a laugh, she turned the knob on the door and pushed her drunk boyfriend into the room. 

All she got in reply was a half-wave as she watched Regulus stumble the way through his dormitory and fall onto his bed. She decided that it would just be best to let him sleep it off. She would pay for it in the morning, when his hangover would make him tired and irritable. 

"Night Reg, have fun in the morning,"