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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lviii||malfoy manor
"It's just me." Regulus says as he knocks on the now familiar door of the Potter Manor, hearing a small voice from inside respond. He sighs and opens the door, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows. He sees her sat on the window seat wearing his grey sweatpants and his black hoodie, the hood up and her hair messily off her neck in a bobble on her head. Even with the bags under her eyes and small pieces of her hair falling into her face Regulus still finds her the most effortlessly beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.
"Hi." Maria says, her voice is hoarse. She'd refused to show them her arms and legs, even though it's been around five days since everything happened, only wearing jumpers and sweatpants. She'd told Marlene and Lily about everything, but told them that she didn't yet have the courage to tell Regulus and the others.
Regulus, of course, is dying to know what happened to her, however just brings her hot chocolates and cuddles her as she drifts to sleep. She's always scared he'll lift her sleeves in the night and expose her purple and blue covered arms and legs however he never did.
"Can. . ." Maria lips her lips slowly. "Can we look at the stars, please?" Regulus' lips twitch as he carefully sets his mug on the bedside table, slowly extending his hand to gently hoist her from the window seat and help her out of the open window. Following behind her, they slowly clamber onto the flat part of the roof.
Sighing when she lies down on the pillows she's left up their over the past couple of nights, Maria smiles when she feels Regulus lie next to her, opening her eyes and turning onto him. Her leg draping over his middle as he slowly pulls her closer to him.
"That's you. . .yeah?" Maria whispers, pointing at one of the stars dotted in the sky and Regulus nods, softly kissing the side of her head. The brunette girl sighs, sitting up and crossing her legs, looking at Regulus who props himself on his elbows with furrowed eyebrows.
Closing her eyes, Maria's hands travel to the bottom of the hoodie, gripping the soft fabric and pulling upwards before Regulus grabs her arm, instantly letting go incase he'd triggered a memory or something but she furrows her eyebrows at him.
"You don't have to, I know how hard this is for you." Regulus whispers and Maria shakes her head, sniffling gently.
"No—I want to. . .I feel like if I tell you it'll go away but—" Regulus cuts her off by pulling her into his chest when she begins to stumble over her words and her eyes fill up with salty tears.
"You're safe now, Ria." Regulus mumbles as he repeatedly kisses her head a few times. "I'm never letting anyone hurt you again."
"Okay. . .I want to." Maria whispers, sitting up and slowly lifting the hoodie from her body, leaving her in a white tank top hanging off her bony shoulders.
