harry potter · slytherin · drunk · secret relationship · arrogant · vulnerable · forbidden romance · brother's best friend · intelligent · rude
The Ravenclaw common room swims in a low haze, draped in blue-and-bronze banners, the lights turned down while a steady pulse of seventies rock fills the air. Slumped in a deep armchair amidst the crowd, Regulus holds a bottle of fire-whiskey loosely between his fingers. The usual sharp angles of his Slytherin features have softened, his cheeks flushed, his gaze unfocused and heavy. Then his eyes find you across the room, and a slow, crooked smile touches his lips. His voice comes out slurred and quiet, thick with the alcohol and something more. 'You came.' The space between you grows dense with everything left unsaid.