two; rosalind's dream

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Rosalind Malfoy had no idea what she ever saw in Sirius Black, even if it was some silly childhood crush

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Rosalind Malfoy had no idea what she ever saw in Sirius Black, even if it was some silly childhood crush. He was arrogant, he was a womanizer, and worst of all, he had completely ditched Rosalind in her first year. After Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, he had gone completely mental along the lines of associating with anyone outside of his house. The Malfoys, however, were thrilled when their second child had been sorted into Slytherin. For the first few months of her first year, Rosalind tried her damndest for an eleven-year-old to be some kind of friend to Sirius but by the end of the year, he had flat out told Rosalind he didn't want to be associated with an "evil Slytherin".

By their third year, the Black boy had apologized but had yet to try to really amend the relationship he'd broken. The Marauders, as their group liked to call themselves, found every opportunity to torment the Slytherins. Severus Snape was the butt of most of their jokes but, unfortunately, Rosalind had found herself his position more than once. After the first three times, Sirius stopped personally apologizing to Rosalind and just left her to wallow in the fact that her fiance was, honestly, quite a git to her.

"I just don't understand, Regulus," the platinum blonde sighed. "He was so great when we were kids."

"I completely understand, Ros," Regulus said. For a moment, the girl had completely forgotten that Sirius had left Regulus all alone in the home the both of them had hated.

"You don't deserve him as a brother."

"You don't deserve him as a fiance." Rosalind nodded before turned to face Dumbledore as his opening speech began.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! And for those of you returning, welcome back..." Dumbledore's speech was almost verbatim from the previous year exempting some of Filch's new rules that no one cared enough to follow. Rosalind kept her eyes on Dumbledore the whole time he was speaking even as her mind wandered elsewhere and was only brought back to reality when the sorting hat sorted Alexander Archer into Ravenclaw. Around a dozen first years were sorted into Slytherin and the table stood and cheered for each one louder than they had the last. Secretly, Rosalind felt bad for those little kids as they would now, for the next seven years, have to deal with harsh judgment and generalizations simply for being sorted into the house.

"Now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore announced and the food appeared before them. Rosalind helped herself to shepherd's pie and some roasted potatoes before noticing that Regulus' plate was completely empty and he was just staring at her.

"You gonna eat?" she asked him. He responded by knocking over her pumpkin juice after being startled back to consciousness and spilling it down the front of her robes and stuttering out a "sorry".

"It's fine," she chuckled out. Regulus visibly relaxed as she used her wand to clean the pumpkin juice out of her robes. Refilling her goblet, she turned to see Regulus staring at her once more. She wiped her face with her sleeve. He was still staring.

"Regulus Black, why do you keep staring at me?" This snapped him out of his trace once again.

"Uhm-well. I don't actually know, you see-"

"You know what, I'd rather not know." For the rest of the feast, the two were surrounded by an awkward and uncomfortable silence that made Rosalind feel as if she were being choked to death with the napkin on her lap. She was so confused. She could only hope that the rest of the year didn't continue like this or she didn't know if she would survive.

Later that night in the sixth year Slytherin girls' dormitory, it was unusually quiet as all the girls set up their areas just as they had for the past four years-- except with different posters and some new bedside table decor. Rosalind kept her bedside simple, she only had two pictures set up: one of her with her parents and Lucius and one with her and Regulus. She was particularly fond of the one of her and Regulus as it had been from when she had visited the Black's this past summer. Originally, it had been another dinner visit for both families to interact with the young "couple" if you could call it that. The night ended, however, with Regulus and Rosalind crammed up in his bedroom with the camera he'd received for some birthday and the two were taking countless pictures of the other.

"So, how's Sirius, Rosalind?" one of her dormmates, Scarlett, asked to break the silence.

"Like it's been for the past four years, Scar."

"Like it's your fault you got sorted into the "evil snake house"," Zoe scoffed before sitting criss-cross on the emerald bedding of her four-poster.

"He's a prat," Nic said and all the girls nodded in response.

"Are your parents really going to make you marry him?" Bre sighed as she pinned up a poster of the Holyhead Harpies. The colors of the quidditch players' robes completely clashed with the rest of the room.


"What about Regulus?" Amy asked. Rosalind did a complete 180 to stare at the other girl, her eyes wide with shock.

"What about Regulus?" she coughed out. The question had caught her completely off guard.

"Aren't the two of you like a thing?" Amy cocked her head to the side.

"If a thing means best friends, then yes. I'm literally engaged to his brother. Plus, I've only ever seen him as a best friend," Rosalind rambled. Then continued to ramble for the next twenty minutes before she noticed Zoe had already passed out, fully clothed, on her bed and the rest of the girls looked close to it. So, her sentence died prematurely and she wished the other girls goodnight and slipped into her pajamas.

In the span of thirty minutes, someone woke Zoe up and all of the girls had dressed properly for bed and were all fast asleep. Sleep did not come as easily to the Malfoy, however. She ended up laying there, half asleep and thinking about why in the world anyone would think of her and Regulus as a thing until suddenly she was back in her bedroom at home with a boy underneath her.

The two weren't doing anything promiscuous; they were just laying there and enjoying each other's company in the warm afternoon sun that found its way through her bedroom curtains. His fingers were lightly trailing the exposed skin of her back where her shirt had ridden up as she told him story after story of what it was like to live with Lucius.

"His bathroom is disgusting! I don't know why you're laughing," she said. A small giggle left her lips and contradicted her previous statement. She couldn't care less.

"Princess, I still don't understand why you were in there in the first place," the boy said. Rosalind adjusted her body so that she could look into his gray eyes.

"I told you already. I was out of shampoo and just thought I could borrow some of his but I went in there and now I'm scarred for life."

"Because of a messy countertop?"

"You don't understand. I can show you. Right now, it's probably worse than before," Rosalind said but before she could fully escape from her grasp, the boy pulled her back into his chest and just held her there as he laughed. He tangled their fingers together but his laughter faltered when he noticed the diamond ring on her left hand. 

"I hate that you're stuck with him. It's supposed to be me, not my rotten older brother," he said and scrunched up his nose at the thought. Rosalind sighed and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"I know, I know. There's nothing I can do, though, Reg-"

"Merlin's beard, Ros. I've been trying to get you up for five minutes! You're going to be late if you don't hurry," Scarlett said. Rosalind was too preoccupied with the dream she'd been having moments before to care whether or not she was going to be late.

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