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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cviii||confronting nightmares
"Maria." Regulus whispers as she sleeps soundly in the soft, hotel bed, the sight of her making him smile adoringly and kiss her temple gently. "Ria, wake up, love."
"What is it?" Maria grumbles, rubbing her tired eyes and seeing Regulus looking down at her with a small smile on his face.
"Moody sent a patronus, I have to go." He mumbles, moving some of her disheveled hair from her face and she sighs, rolling onto her back to look at him properly. "I love you."
"I love you." Maria mutters, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and he pulls her into a tight hug, her naked upper body pressed against his clothed one and he smiles, feeling her skin under his hands. "Be careful."
"I always am." Regulus whispers in her ear before releasing her from his grip and she keeps ahold of his hand until eventually his fingers slip out of hers and she sighs when he disapparates in front of the doorway.
The girl rubs her eyes with a yawn as the balcony doors blow open and she frowns before a woman strolls in, her wand twirling her curly black hair around.
"Jesus Bellatrix!" Maria exclaims, covering her naked chest with the sheets making the LeStrange woman grin slightly as she waves her wand and the door slams closed. "What is it today? A nice chat or a lot of screaming and crying."
"That was one time and it was two years ago." Bellatrix deadpans as though it makes it acceptable but Maria sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "It reeks of sex in here."
Maria huffs, lying back in the bed exasperatedly and Bellatrix snickers, "I was bored so I thought I'd pay you a nice visit. Since my husband is up to no good I knew that Regulus would be off like the wind." The woman shrugs, falling onto the sofa that's opposite the bed. "He used to talk to Narcissa about bringing you here someday."
"Really?"
Bellatrix nods, her cold, blue eyes looking less manic every second she spends in close proximity with the Potter girl. Maria's lips twitch upwards and she wraps the sheets around her tightly and walks towards the suitcase that Regulus had packed them.
She sighs, pulling out his 'Fleetwood Mac' t-shirt and shrugging it over her head after also pulling on some red lace underwear — it is clear that Regulus did the packing.
She strolls across the room and to the bathroom where she splashed some cold water in her face to wake herself up more and lets out a deep breath before strolling back into the room.
"Where is he, by the way?"
"I don't know." Maria shrugs her shoulders, pouring some juice into a glass and sitting on the soft mattress. "Out."
