𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

Song:
Layla (Derek & the Dominos)
"Like a fool, I fell in love with you."

Regulus couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath as his eyes fluttered open, and a sharp jolt of pain erupted in his head. He looked around, the stench of alcohol lingering in his nostrils as the few bottles of muggle vodka got illuminated by the rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The only sounds in the room were coming from the bed opposite him, where Tobias Nott was sleeping with two bottles of whiskey next to him. There was some of the light brown liquid spilled on the floor, an obvious sign that the bottle had slipped from his hand.

Tobias Nott; Regulus didn't really know how to feel about him.

He was a prick, but an understanding one. He knew what Regulus was going through, because the same pain was seething in his own skin. Whether he really believed in the same values as Voldemort for the same reasons, but just didn't want to be involved was unclear. The only thing that was certain was that he despised muggle borns and half-bloods because he thought they put the wizarding world at risk for exposure. Not as much to reach the point of actively hunting them down, but enough to scowl whenever he touched one of them.

"Nott!" Regulus called, ignoring his own headache at the sound of his voice. "Wake up, prick!"

"Fuck you, Black." Nott grunted, bringing his hand to his forehead. He got out of the bed, reaching for the bottle he had dropped the night before and cursed loudly when he saw it was empty, throwing it on the wall opposite from him.

Regulus observed boringly, more annoyed by the noise, than his dorm mate's aggressiveness.

"Sober up."

"Why?"

"We have breakfast." Tobias let out a laugh at that, taking off his dark blue shirt and replacing it with the white school shirt. Regulus could see the few bruises on his torso, along with small cuts that were probably due to his bottle-smashing habits, but didn't say anything, instead observing as he buttoned it up.

Tobias seemed to sense his gaze on him, because he turned his head, a small smirk on his lips.

"Hurry the fuck up." Regulus calmly said, ignoring the mortification from getting caught staring at him.

"What's the magic word, darling?" He taunted, tying his tie at a tantalizingly slow pace.

"Now."

"No, the magic word is, 'please'." Tobias said, shaking his head. "Try it. Please, Tobias, hurry up."

"You're pushing your luck, Nott."

"You're no fun." Tobias smirked, picking his bag from the ground. He motioned for Regulus to follow him out of the room and the two boys made their way out of the Common Room in silence.