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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xcvii||the morning
Regulus coughs and splutters as he lands on the ground in a large forest, Maria a few metres away from him staring at the ground, he'd hands slightly shaky and she looks over at him making him sigh in relief and rush over, wrapping his arms around her shoulders tightly and she begins to cry.
She had almost died. He can only stroke her hair as she sobs into his arm, the two of them still curled up in the forest floor, Kreacher snapping his fingers to create a small fire before them so they don't become too cold.
"Fuck. Maria, I almost lost you." Regulus breathes, still overwhelmed with relief as he cradles his love in his arms. Those things were terrifying. He can't imagine how she must be feeling, having just been being dragged to her almost death by their bony hands. "Shh, shh. You're okay. It's okay. I've got you."
Maria sniffles, finally lifting her face from his arm and he grabs her face, examining it gently before sighing and kissing her forehead. Then her cheek. Then her nose. Then her eye lid. And she laughs. Then he presses a small kiss to her lips but before he pulls away she grabs his jacket and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss.
"That was so scary." Maria whispers, hugging him tightly and Regulus nods into her shoulder, kissing her neck where his head rests gently.
"You we're so brave, my love, so fucking brave." The tousle haired boy mutters, kissing her temple firmly making her sigh, taking one of his hands in hers.
"You were braver." She smiles slightly. "You drank that potion. Are you okay? It seemed so awful—"
"I'm alright, Maria." Regulus says before looking around with his hand that's not in hers on her cheek, looking cautious. "We should go back to your house."
Maria nods.
"Thank you, Kreacher." Regulus says to his elf who bows low making Regulus shake his head. "I'll try and contact you as soon as I can."
Kreacher nods before disappearing with a snap and Maria holds her hand out to Regulus who takes it before they also disappear from the dark forest. Appearing back in Maria's bedroom, where the girl stumbles slightly, holding her side with a pained look on her face making Regulus frown in concern.
"I think one of them caught me." Maria winces and Regulus lifts the Slytherins jumper over her head so she's left in her bra and jeans and he flicks the lights on, examining the gash in her side. "It's nothing some antiseptic and a bath can't fix. Speaking of a bath. . ." Maria looks at him and he sighs.
"Fine."
She smiles and he helps her into the bathroom, sitting her up on the marble counter carefully and she sighs, leaning her head back on the mirror as Regulus begins to fill the bath. He unzips her jeans and she smiles at him, lifting her hips to let him slide them down her legs.
