philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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lxxxv||remember that night
"Come on! Maria—" James' voice groans as he whacks his sister with the pillow making her groan and smack it away. "M, Mum and Dad want us to go to the Minister's New Year Ball!"
"For fuck sake." Maria grumbles, sitting up and looking at her brother who sits on her bed making Regulus let out an 'Ow' as James accidentally sits on the boy's legs. "Why? They're so boring."
"They said something about 'representing them'." James huffs, shrugging. "But, there's no point complaining because you and I both know that we'll go to make them happy anyway." James looks at her like he would drop a microphone and walk out of her bedroom.
"Fine, fine." Maria rubs her eyes and James smiles in achievement. "What am I supposed to wear? Is Mary still here—and Dorcas I need their help."
Euphemia had always helped her daughter pick out the perfect dress and she'd do the girl's makeup and hair, gushing to her about how beautiful she looked and Maria would smile sheepishly as she would call Fleamont and James in saying 'doesn't she look gorgeous?!'.
"They're downstairs—Regulus, get your arse up too, you're coming." James says and Regulus groans into his pillow making James tut themwith an eye roll. "Teenagers."
Maria rolls into her back and sighs, looking up at the canopy of her bed, Regulus sighing and flipping onto his back too. She looks at him and he smiles slightly making her laugh and kiss his chin, sitting up and stretching.
"Can't we just stay here?" Regulus mumbles, rubbing his eyes and she sighs, not looking back at him making him exhale and before she can blink his arms wrap around her waist and pull her back into the bed making her yelp and laugh when his hands slide down to her stomach and tickle her relentlessly.
"Regulus—fuck off!" Maria laughs, wriggling out of his deathly grip and sitting on his legs, looking down at him with a small grin on her face. "We have to go. My parents want us to, it might be fun."
"Likely." Regulus scoffs and Maria looks down making him shake his head and grab her hands. "I bet we can make it fun though." He smiles and she returns it gratefully as he places a kiss on her knuckles. "Come on."
Regulus and Maria stroll to the bathroom and Regulus pulls her top over her head making her shiver at the sudden cool air hitting her skin. She strips off her underwear as he takes of his pants, smiling and placing his hands on her waist, kissing her softly.
It's not aroused or lustrous like usual, it's gentle and passionate. Maria's fingers tug at the short hairs on the back of his neck and he winced into her mouth, pushing her backwards and reaching to turn on the hot water. Maria yelps in surprise when the cold water comes pouring down on them making Regulus groan and switch it off.
