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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Dragging Regulus across the road to the dancing place wasn't a difficult task, especially since she had used the classic but it's my birthday on him. He sighs as he pays five pounds for them to go in and Maria smiles, pulling him by the hand into the room.
She grins when they get into the ballroom, Regulus sighing exasperatedly as he's pulled onto the polished wooden floor. As he expected, there's a large range of people there. There's couples like them, most of them a few years older than Maria and Regulus — most likely practicing for a wedding or something. There's older couples that are simply there to be reminded of how much fun they'd get up to in there youth and there's a group of girls all around their age that are laughing as they dance in pairs.
Regulus sighs again, smirking mischievously as he yanks her back by her hand and she almost stumbles over her heels as she's spun into his arms.
The gasp that escaped her lips is enough to make Regulus snicker as his hand slowly slides down her forearm.
"You're such a prick." Maria breathes, gaining her composure once again and he smiles innocently at her. His hand reaches her shoulder and she sighs as his fingers grace over the exposed skin on her waist before settling on her hip. "I hate you."
"Nah you don't. You love me." Regulus grins, taking control of her hip movements.
This moment is so much better than it would've been if neither of them had learned different styles of dance from a young age. Perks of being from a pure-bloodline is that you're obligated to attend the balls that they host, and your parents always forced you to dance with someone.
So, when the song changes to one with trumpets and drums and is much more upbeat than the slow one they'd previously been swaying back and forth to, Maria smiles but Regulus smirks.
He pushes her away from him so she spins out, keeping a tight grip on her hand before pulling her back towards him so that her back is pressed against his chest. Maria laughs slightly and Regulus smiles, discreetly placing a soft kiss on the skin where her neck and shoulder connect. His hands slip down her body and back to hips, her hands on his before she smiles, tilting her head to whisper to him.
"Switch."
He frowns but she grabs his hands and spins back towards him, grabbing his t-shirt and pulls him closer to her. Her hands slide down from his chest to his sides making him scoff as she forced his hands into her shoulders.
The taller boy leans down so his nose is brushing against hers, "I'm the man here, Maria."
"And I'm the woman." Maria grins, pressing a soft kiss on his lips but pulling her face away when he moves to deepen it. He scowls at her making her smile in achievement.
