Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

Regulus Black

Your hand delved into the soft, velvet-lined bag, fingers dancing over an array of unseen treasures. The whispers of fabric, the clatter of small, hard objects, and the soft brush of paper played like a symphony around your curious digits. Each item told a different story, a unique secret of its owner. You felt a rough-edged cube, perhaps a puzzle box; a smooth, round object that rolled away from your touch; and a tangle of what felt like chain links. But then, amidst this tactile exploration, your fingertips brushed against something distinctly different – cool and metallic, with a smooth, almost silken surface.

Intrigued, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it out. The object was a ring, exquisitely crafted with a delicate, flowing design. The silver gleamed dimly in the low light of the room, and the initials "RB" were intricately etched into it, the letters interwoven with an ornate pattern that spoke of elegance and mystery. As you held it up, a murmur of excitement and whispered speculation fluttered through the room like a startled flock of birds. Everyone recognized those initials: Regulus Black.

Regulus, the enigma of Hogwarts, was known for his brooding presence and often described as a mysterious bad boy. Despite—or perhaps because of—his reputation, he had captured the attention and imagination of many. When you raised the ring, the room fell into a hushed anticipation, the atmosphere thick with unspoken questions and excited conjectures.

Then, from the shadowed edges of the room, Regulus stepped forward. The dim light played across his features, casting them in a soft, almost otherworldly glow. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a hint of arrogance mixed with an undeniable charm. His eyes, dark and deep, met yours across the room, and in that moment, it felt as if the world narrowed down to just the two of you.

"Looks like it's you and me," Regulus said, his voice low and resonant, carrying over the whispers of the crowd. The timbre of his voice, smooth and confident, sent a thrill cascading down your spine, a mix of apprehension and excitement. There was a weight to his words, a promise of something unspoken, something thrilling. His gaze held yours, unyielding and intense, and in that instant, you knew that the game of seven minutes in heaven was about to become an unforgettable experience.

As the door to the closet gently closed, a hush fell over the world outside. The space, confined and intimate, wrapped around you and Regulus, sealing away the chatter and excitement of the party. The darkness was not complete; faint slivers of light crept in through the cracks, casting ethereal patterns on the walls. Your heart raced, each beat a drum echoing in the silence of the closet.

Regulus stood mere inches away, his presence a magnetic force. The air seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. The first few seconds stretched out, filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing. Then, his voice, a soft murmur, barely more than a breath, broke the silence. "I never thought I'd be in here with someone like you." The words, spoken with a mix of wonder and something undefinable, vibrated through the air, adding to the electric atmosphere.

The closeness in the small space was palpable. The warmth from Regulus' body was a beacon in the cool darkness. As your eyes adjusted, the outlines of his face came into view, shadows playing across his features, softening the usual sharpness. His breath, a warm whisper, mingled with yours, an invisible thread drawing you closer.

In that moment, driven by a mix of daring and desire, you bridged the gap. Your lips met his in a kiss that started tentative, a question asked in the softest of touches. But as he responded, the kiss deepened, evolving into an eloquent conversation. It was a dance of lips and breath, a gentle exploration that soon flared into something more passionate.

Regulus' hands found their way to your waist, his touch firm yet gentle, drawing you closer still. Your hands, acting of their own accord, tangled in his hair, the strands a soft contrast to the strength in his hold. The world outside, with its rules and expectations, melted away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth and escalating heartbeats.

The kiss became a world unto itself, a moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered. It was an expression of curiosity, of burgeoning desire, a tentative step into a realm of new possibilities. As you both lost yourselves in the moment, the game outside was forgotten, replaced by the undeniable connection that sparked in the dark, confined space of the closet.

The gentle ticking of time, unnoticed in the heat of the moment, wound down as the seven minutes approached their end. Reluctantly, as if breaking a spell, you and Regulus began to pull away from each other. The closet, once a realm of enchantment, now felt like the closing chapter of a brief but intense story. The air between you was charged with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

Regulus looked at you, his eyes a maelstrom of intensity, holding a depth that was both exciting and unnerving. In those eyes, you saw not just the mysterious bad boy of Hogwarts, but someone more complex, someone who had just shared a moment of vulnerability. "This doesn't have to end here," he whispered, his voice low and earnest. The words hung in the air, a promise tinged with hope and possibility.

As you both stepped out of the closet, the reality of the party crashed back in waves of sound and light. The room burst into a cacophony of cheers and whistles, the other students expressing their excitement and curiosity. Heat crept up your cheeks, a flush of excitement and the thrill of the unknown. You glanced at Regulus, finding in his slight smile a shared secret, a connection that had been forged in the darkness of the closet.

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