James,
It late, too late to be up but I can't stop my head from revisiting the night at the tower. Your lips on mine and my hands in your hair. Fuck you, James Potter. Actually. I should be sleeping, I have OWLS next week. But bloody hell, I'm thinking only about how much I want to rip off that ridiculous red tie and-
No. My mother would slaughter me.
This is wrong. I might have a chance to be heir to my noble family, the ancient House of Black- I can't be thinking about the things I would do to the Gryffindor blood traitor. Shit.
But there are so many.
Fuck you, Potter.
-Regulus Black
YOU ARE READING
WITH LOVE, REGULUS BLACK
Fanfictionletters between james and regulus. "all until the end"
