《Harry Potter OneShots》°˖✧ pinks, blues and yellows » regulus black ✧˖°

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—author's note: this was requested by a lovely anon, I adored writing this. Giving flowers to regulus becomes a tradition. Perhaps both of you care for it more than you think.

—warning(s): none, gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 534

→ Being friends with Regulus was something unexpected. The boy was known to keep to himself, talk only when required— not to mention the "Black" name resting heavy on his shoulders. You had been trying and failing to perfectly cast a charm in one of your classes and he had offered help. Seeing the two of you work together, Flitwick paired you for the next assignment. And you only got closer to him from there.

→ There seemed to be a silent agreement between the two of you, he never judged and you never pried. Not until he told you something himself anyway. It worked well, and over the years you had become inseparable. You had grown to love him and his ways— his sassiness, how he was subtly kind, just how passionate he was.

→ You always gave him enough space, waiting for him to reach out knowing how much he needed it. That was until that one day after class. Regulus had never been more gloomy, his eyes cast down; not leaving his room for days. It wasn't something you could just stand and watch.

→ Not knowing what else to do, you just visited one of Hogwarts' gardens picking up a pretty yellow flower. Finding him at his usual place at the library, you walked towards him silently, slipping in beside him. He looked at you curiously, raising his eyebrow. You passed him the flower, albeit nervously— you didn't know how he would react.

→ "For you..."

→ "Why?"

→ "You've been pretty sad lately, and I didn't know what to do so I brought a flower to cheer you up." You told him as he placed the flower against his lips glancing at your face. The flushed smile he gave you made it worth the whole ordeal and you decided to keep doing it.

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→ Everyday you would go to the garden, help Hagrid for a while and leave with a flower in your hand. Most times Regulus would roll his eyes as you gave him one, but even he couldn't deny the smile evident on his face. You were glad doing it, and it seemed to make Regulus happier so you hoped never to stop.

→ It was the summer break when you had received a letter from Regulus telling you about his life back at home. The poorly restrained anger made your stomach knot up as he changed topics in the very next paragraph. But never mind that...

→ He told you about this book he made, one especially reserved for the flowers he got for you. Your heart fluttered as he described different flowers, remembering when you gave them to him, some pink, some blue— turning thin and veiny in his book and maybe even prettier. You were once again at a loss for words or actions.

→ So you did what you had been doing for months. You collected as many flowers as you could, tying them together gently and attaching a note for the boy who affected you thus. I hope to see the book soon then, along with that adorable smile on your face...

→ Perhaps, perhaps it made Regulus' smile last all summer.

—soooo thoughts?

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