HUFFLEPUFF'S SEEKER. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | ✓

CHAPTER ONE.

Since Caroline didn't have a brother, she considered Sirius as her own. While Sirius did the same, considering her as a sister. If they had time, they would sometimes walk down the halls together cracking jokes to one another, opening up about things that were personal. But despite the friendship they shared, Caroline couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table, to the younger Black. Her concern for him was undeniable, and his very presence made the girl want to get to know him more based on his older brother's stories, about how he and Sirius were close. Inseparable.

"Hey Goldie, everything alright? You seem bothered, what's going on?" Sirius called her attention with a nickname he called her. Caroline simply pursed her lips and smirked. Goldie. What a wholesome and ridiculous nickname. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Are you assuming that something is wrong?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "No, it's just that you have that look in your eyes and I can't help but wonder."

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin table, the quidditch team couldn't help but babble and ramble about their game against Hufflepuff. Clearly not accepting their loss. Regulus Black, their very own seeker, could be seen seated with them, not eating, and simply staring at their rival's seeker, who was talking to his brother. He saw her blue orbs observe him, meeting his green ones. She stared a deep stare, almost like as if she was searching for something. But after, she looked away, only to be disturbed by his very own brother. Ah, Caroline Wright.

Even before the quidditch match, Regulus couldn't help but stop and take a look at her face. She just simply couldn't be ignored, and had this undeniable bright aura that would make anyone gaze. What was so special about her? A question he would ask himself everyday, and why was he so enamoured? Was it the way she looked tall and proud, even if she did lack the height, and was sorted into the house opposite of some of her traits? Was it how she was fiery, but at the same time had this softness and gentleness when ever anyone was in need? Was it the way she was always in her zone whenever she played quidditch for her team? Was it the way she roughly passed against him with her broom and eventually making her win, made him feel this way? Was it the way her whole face lit up whenever she talked to her friends, or even to his brother?

He didn't know. All he knew was that her very existence was engraved in his head. And Merlin help him if it was ever engraved on his heart, because if it was, then Regulus wouldn't really know what to do. He was too embarrassed to send a letter to his mother about this, or even fearful, maybe, because he knew what his family's priorities were. To be a servant of the one and only dark lord, and to the beliefs his family was very fond of. So he had to get out of this situation sooner than he thought. He didn't want her to be any part of this. He didn't want her to get hurt.

As he was drowning in his sea of thoughts, one of his teammates suddenly caught his attention. "Black...Black...Black!"

"What?" He replied, slightly irritated at the fact that his train of thought got disturbed, but cared to listen anyway. One of them scooted over, as the rest of them were now surrounding him. It made him have a slight shift of emotion, and made him feel a little uneasy.

"We have some sort of eh...proposal," One of them stated, confusing the thoughts of the young serpent more.

"A proposal?" He repeated.

Another team mate of his rolled his eyes and lightly groaned, saying, "What we mean is...we have a bet. One where it involves our last game...with the Hufflepuffs. Does it have a familiar ring to it, Black?" As his team mate spoke, he felt the slight venom and sarcasm that hinted his words, obviously still bitter about what happened that day. Prying and judgemental eyes looked at him and Regulus swallowed, but he wasn't frightened of the person. He was more concerned about this little bet. "And since you're our seeker and obviously, hold responsibility for our win,  we think you deserve some sort of a reminder why you need to step up your game...so we have a bet."

"Carry on." He replied to the threat, eyeing them with his usual, dull stare. They smirked.

"We saw you checking out that Hufflepuff seeker a while ago, do you fancy her?"

"Blimey, is that why we lost?! Because of some girl?!"

"Hey I couldn't blame Black if I were in his position...I think I would do the same."

"What? Have my head stuck in the clouds, literally for a girl, and ignore the price right in front of me?" The team started blabbering again once more, their opinions and objections going left and right. Regulus sighed deeply and shook his head lightly.

"Alright, alright! I think that's enough." Their team captain interrupted their nonsense, and silenced them. "Our bet is simple. Pretend that you have feelings for her. Then once she believes you, get inside her head, and ask about her quidditch secrets. Maybe you can even slip her a potion or maybe even injure her until our next game...whatever gives us more chances of winning. Then, when all is said and done, ignore her and pretend like nothing happened and move on with your own merry life."

Regulus furrowed his eyebrows in pure confusion, thinking about what his team has set him to do. It was ridiculous. "You want me to toy with her emotions, for the sake of our win?" He asked.

"Looks like you got the idea."

"I'm aware that we are Slytherins, but I don't think I can go this far." He replied, pursing his lips. He knew the traits of Salazar, very well. That they were cunning, competitive, pure blooded wizards and witches. But, this...this was just utter stupidity. His team huffed, and he felt a sort of shift in the air, feeling the rage just from the look in their eyes.

"Black, let me ask you a question..." His team captain scooted over, his face slightly close to Regulus's face. "How much do you love quidditch?"

"Excuse me?" He asked his head in a mess more than ever.

"No, I'm sorry let me rephrase that for you...how much do you love being seeker, Black?" Regulus groaned inwardly when he heard his question. He had a passion for quidditch, wether he'd say it or not. Why must he be always be weak?

"Don't you like being seeker? Chasing the snitch, properly, and winning for the team? Showering in all the glory? Hmm?" It felt like hours for him to reply. He loved the sport, but at the same time, he had a bit of sympathy for the girl. He didn't know what to do. His mind was gibberish in that very moment. Their captain neared him once more and said quietly.

"C'mon, Black. Aren't you a servant of You-Know-Who? I bet you know even just a bit of an idea of loyalty. It's not your first time being a puppet and all, I'm guessing." He snickered rather evilly. Regulus tried his best not to lash out, or so help him if his anger would get the best of him.

"Fine..."

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"I said I'll do it." He stated, clearing things out, and making eye contact with all of his team mates. The whole group roared in delight, as he sighed, and took a sip of his drink. Yes, he was going to do it.

The only thing was he wasn't going to break her heart.

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎  !

hiiiiii so this chapter is a bit cliché, I know. I still hope ya'll like it though, I mean it's not all that simple, you know how Regulus's story goes and simple isn't in his dictionary, I'm guessing.

and like always, happy reading!