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The crowd was going wild as the last few minutes of the game were counting; Gryffindor was losing and the teenagers in yellow and black of Hufflepuff was tearing up their vocal cords with loud cheers.

Anne didn't want to be there.

The screams and noises of teenagers excited about something were loud and, although she liked Quidditch a lot, her head was hurting and she certainly didn't feel very interested in looking happy as she watched her dad screaming at his teammates for all the mistakes they were making. Her mum was by her side, screaming her head off in hopes that would help the team to be motivated to get another goal in.

"You know," Remus said, frowning beside Anne at Lily. "If Hogwarts allowed it, you'd be a great cheerleader."

"I'm sure James is happy having a private cheerleader," Peter laughed besides Remus.

"Oh, stop it!" Lily said, blushing. "I'm cheering the team! The whole team!" she turned to the people flying around once more. "Go Marlene! Go! Go!"

Marlene flew by as fast as she could, probably seeing the golden snitch by the corner of her eye, but Sirius had just thrown a bludger towards her and she had to fly out of the way as fast as she could so she wouldn't be thrown down. James screamed Sirius' name so loud in a scolding that Anne understood from where she was, wincing in sympathy for the boy that looked like nothing more than a kicked puppy as he winced in his broom.

"James is in a bad mood," Anne commented.

"He wants to win," Peter explained.

"He always wants to win," Anne said.

"Well, today he wants more than usual," Remus said, smirking.

There was a joke in the sentence that Anne missed, clearly, because Peter and Remus smiled to each other, excited about something that was invisible to her.

Lily screamed a high-pitched scream that made Anne look at the game once more.

Marlene and Amos Diggory were competing to get the golden snitch just a few inches away from their hands as they flew quite close to the ground at that point. They pushed each other with their bodies, trying to get each other out of the way. Marlene made a squeak as her broom leaned forward and she fell, yelping, she rolled on the ground and stopped.

Marlene didn't get up from the ground.

The crowd went quiet. Marlene wasn't the type of player to stop playing for a small injury, usually Madame Hooch had to insist to get her out when she was too hurt, but she wasn't getting up.

Diggory stopped and got down from his broom with a pale face, running towards the girl on the ground.

James was standing beside her on the next second, screaming for Madame Pomfrey as he kindly put her to her side, pushing her ponytail away from her face.

"What's she saying?" Anne asked, turning to Remus.

He frowned. The full moon had gone by already and his ears were not as sensitive as they usually were, but he was so nervous that he tried to listen.

"She thinks she broke her arm," Remus said.

"Oh, Marlene," Lily whimpered, eyes welling up in tears. "I need to get down there."

"You can't!" Peter said. "Stay with us, we can get you to the Hospital Wing fast, but don't go on the field."

Sirius was running from across the field as fast as he could to get to Marlene.

"Sirius said he can smell blood," Remus commented.

Madame Pomfrey helped James and Amos turn Marlene on her back.

Peter gagged.

Her left arm was broken, indeed. The bone was sticking out of the skin, blood soaking the grass and the uniform.

Marlene groaned and closed her eyes tight so not to look at her bone.

"Wait," Remus mumbled. Anne turned to her and Lily held her hand tight. "Fucking hell!"

"What?!" Lily said, eyes widening.

Marlene used her other hand to get James' hand and drop something inside of it.

"She has the snitch," Remus said.

James screamed so loudly that Anne got alert before she noticed it was a happy scream as Sirius and Madame Pomfrey left to take Marlene to the Hospital Wing, James had an arm over his head, showing off the golden snitch.

The crowd went wild once more.

Lily ran to the edge of the bleachers, smiling and screaming through her worried tears that were giving way to happy tears. Marlene was going to be alright and James had led the team to victory. And more, that was her opportunity to do what James had always dreamed of – she had listened to him admit that fantasy to Sirius not too long ago and had talked to the boys about it half-jokingly. She had promised to kiss James on the mouth in front of everybody if he won that game.

James took his broom, flying straight into the crowd.

People started to get to him, trying to congratulate him for the victory, but he walked past them without a glance, just walking straight to Lily, who smiled back at him – and then she jumped into his arms, mouth attacking his lips on the same moment.

Anne was one of the many screaming in celebration and surprise.

Remus laughed at her reaction, hugging her from behind and holding her shoulders to keep her from jumping up and down in happiness. Peter was laughing too, whooping and wolf-whistling at his friends with the help of several other people in the bleachers.

To Anne it was like watching Harry kiss Ginny in front of everyone on her birthday party in the Gryffindor Tower, but without Rony brooding beside her to end her happiness. It was the same sense of accomplishment; the same sense of a pure happiness of something happening, even if it wasn't with her.

One more step towards her brother.

One more step away from her past.

Remus seemed to know what she was thinking, because as he hugged her, he put his head on her shoulder, resting his chin there for a moment before he smiled.

"Everything is going to be alright," he said on her ear midst all the screaming.

And Anne smiled back at him.

Regulus seemed quite upset when Anne met him in the Room of Requirement, arms crossed as he looked out of the window to watch the lake through the window, though all she could think of was how the hell had he managed to know the exact angle that the window in the Common Room of the Gryffindor Tower seemed to have of the outside world.

"Hi," she started.

He looked over the shoulder before looking back out of the window.

"Hi," he answered. "Congratulation on your game."

"I don't play," she joked. He didn't answer. "Are you upset that we won against Hufflepuff?"

Regulus turned, surprised at her guess.

"No! Of course not, Anne," he said. "I assure nothing of what I'm feeling right now has anything to do with Quidditch besides the pain I have in my legs from the training."

She walked through the false Slytherin Common Room and stood beside him, looking out the window as well before looking at him to see him watching her. He was leaning on the wall beside the window and his face was sober.

"I don't understand, then," she said. "What happened?"

He shook his head.

"It's silly," he dismissed.

"If that made you that upset, then no... it's not silly," she disagreed. "Tell me, please, so I can try to help you."

"You can't, unless you can change the whole world in a single second so I can show you off around like you deserve," he said, smiling sadly at her. "To see James and Lily together and see everybody happy for them, it was quite painful to know I have to wait a long time still before I can do the same to you. I'm not one for big public gestures, but I can't stop imagining how it would be to walk hand in hand with you and make them all stare, jealous that I got to be yours before any of them could say the same. I want to make them all know that I'm the one worshipping you whenever I get the chance," he sighed. "I need to wait. I hate waiting."

"You're one of the most patient people I know," she laughed, taking off her tie. "You're just upset at the moment, My Prince."

"There's a difference between being patient and liking to wait," he answered. "I like to worship you, Anne, and I want them to know that. I want them to know that I like that, that I'm yours."

Anne sighed in delight with that.

To see Regulus, the strong heir of the House of Black completely willing for her, eager to do whatever she told him to because he liked her, almost like he was ready to kiss her feet as if she was some type of goddess; at first, she thought it would be too much, too fast, but no, she liked it. She liked the feeling of power and strength that it gave her insides.

There was a fire burning on her lower abdomen as Regulus' eyes met hers and he slowly walked to her. He stood in front of her, slowly leaning down to give the most chaste of kisses on her slightly apart lips.

Anne almost whimpered with the power he had over her even when he pulled away and just looked at her.

With a shaky breath, Anne hugged him around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, this one a lot hotter and messier than the chaste and sweet kiss from before. He didn't try to stop her, actually, he insisted on pulling her lower body closer to him. Their bodies were flush to one another, fitting perfectly. Breaths were quick as they pulled their lips away from one another, but their foreheads didn't pull apart.

"Do you feel better?" she teased.

"That only makes me want you more," he answered.

"You have me," she answered. She pulled away to look at his eyes. "All of me, if you want to."

He wasn't sure what that permission seemed to mean at first, but then she took his hand and slowly led it down from her waist. Confused, he waited as his hand automatically cupped her behind, but before he could make a single move about it, Anne's hand left his writ suddenly and he pulled back, but she looked at him and smiled, unzipping the side of the skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

"I don't need a consolation prize," he mumbled to her.

"Good, neither do I," she said. "I want more."

He watched as she took her hands up and unbuttoned every single button from her skirt, letting it join her uniform on the floor.

Anne had lingerie on. Green lingerie with black lace over it – and Regulus thought he was about to pass out from the lack of blood in his head (at least one of them).

"Oh, Merlin," he mumbled before gulping.

"Touch me," she said.

And she didn't have to ask twice.

Regulus was kissing her, pressing her back against the cold window in a second and letting her half-dressed body to curl around him without fear as she gasped with the cold contact directly to her skin. She gasped once more when his erection made its way to touch her lower stomach; as she took back her breath before kissing him again, she started unbuttoning his shirt – he pulled back, looking skyward to let her have access to the one button she was struggling with, the one right on his collarbone.

"Want some help?" he teased.

She glared at him, though she smiled soon after.

Regulus undid the button himself as Anne undid the other, pulling his shirt from inside his trousers to help him shrug it off. It fell midst her uniform.

Anne giggled.

"What?" he asked, smiling amused.

"Your tie," she answered giggling.

He looked down, smiling still, surprised that the tie had stayed around his neck though he had no shirt on. He took his hands away from her hips to untie it, but she held his wrists.

"Leave it," she insisted.

"Oh? You like it?" he asked.

"There's nothing about you that I don't like," she teased, flirtingly.

"Oh, you little minx," he grumbled, pulling her into a kiss again.

This time, her leg left the middle of his, going apart.

"Can you hold me?" she asked.

"What?"

"Do you think you can hold me, I mean, am I too heavy?" she asked.

"No, you're not, but why – oh!" he said as Anne jumped, throwing her legs around his waist.

She was suspended on the air only by her strength around him and his hands that held her bottom in place immediately. He put her against the window once more, knowing that she would feel a lot safe like this and the cold from the glass made her skin get goosebumps. She gasped, making him smirk as he left her lips and kissed down her neck and collarbones, licking the skin here and there. He grumbled something impossible to decipher against her breast bone when her fingernails buried themselves on his shoulders with her pleasure.

"I need to cut my nails, sorry," she said, letting the grip die.

"Please, don't," he said between a lick and a bite of the top of her right breast. She laughed. "Were you planning this? To meet me here – I mean, I love the lingerie."

"You have an accent when you say 'lingerie'," she commented with a cheeky grin on her lips, ignoring his question. It was a clear yes. Anne had planned it all and she had probably rehearsed a thing or two in front of the mirror. "Say it again."

"Lingerie?" he asked confused.

She giggled.

Regulus rolled his eyes and he took a step back from the window, making her yelp in surprise and hold on tighter to his shoulders. He walked across the room, putting her on the sofa before lying on top of her.

"You're heavier than I expected," he admitted. "It's because you're tall."

"I'm not that tall," she said.

"You're almost as tall as me!" he said. "You're tall! You're almost as tall as your dad, who's taller than me."

With all her height of more than 170 centimetres and being no more than 5 centimetres shorter than Regulus, she tended to forget that people were shorter than she was, especially women. After all, her mother was a lot shorter than her, but her father quite taller than her. And, of course, there was Sirius and Remus, both tall men.

"You're making me think of my dad, stop," she complained.

Regulus laughed.

"We can't have that killing the mood," he joked.

"No, please, otherwise I'll start talking about Sirius," she threatened.

That only made Regulus laugh harder as he struggled to go back to kissing her, but as he laughed against her neck, his teeth gazed a small patch of skin right under her ear.

Her hips bucket with a loud moan.

The whole room seemed to freeze as Regulus' mood came back all at once, fire burning behind his eyes and underneath his pale skin; fire burning her as his hand touched the skin of her hip once her underwear seemed to ride down a bit. With eyes on eyes, Regulus led his hand down without an out loud question, but with careful eyes over her face.

The pad of his finger brushed against her core over the lace and she gasped, hands going to hold his shoulder so she had the feeling she was holding onto something, though there was no danger there.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Don't," she insisted.

"Anne?"

"Don't stop, I just... I need to see your face," she answered. "I need light. I need more light."

The fireplace roared at once, burning brighter as if he had thrown another log there. The Room was doing whatever Anne needed to keep going, to keep being there with him. Regulus thanked it in his mind and the room seemed to say something back by making the whole room warmer.

With his eyes stuck on Anne's brown eyes, he touched her once more, following the slit over the underwear with a bit of pressure. Anne made a noise, but he whimpered when he felt the wetness even through the fabric. As her chest went up and down, he could see the coat of sweat starting to appear as she struggled to breathe well with the delicate movements of his fingers over her.

Her hand quickly reached for his belt, undoing it quickly and throwing it to the side, buckle hitting the rug. It made a low thudding noise. But none of them heard it, because all they could see was each other, and all they could hear was their rushed breaths. Her fingers brushed his erection before cupping it at once.

Regulus kissed Anne to keep his pathetic needy noises inside.

"No," she said. "I want to hear."

He laughed, embarrassed that she had caught on.

She undid the button from his trouser and pulled it down. He was flustered at first, after all Anne had never seen him without it, but she didn't seem to care at all, her eyes weren't on the bulge on his blue underwear; her eyes were stuck on his, waiting for his consent to look and to touch. Regulus nodded, knowing that he would give her anything she wanted as long as she expressed it.

Anne's hand touched the erection and pulled him to a kiss, he allowed himself to indulge, moaning against her mouth as she gave a tentative light squeeze. His hands quickly went back to the middle of her legs, this time caressing the edges of the underwear, making her part her legs even more, giving him more access. He pushed her underwear to the side and she put her hand inside of his, wrapping her hand around the skin of different texture.

Regulus seemed happy with just caressing her as she gave him a tentative tug.

"Regulus," she moaned.

"Hm?"

"Inside," she insisted. "Your fingers. Inside. Now."

He smirked with her order, but followed.

She threw her head back with a moan so loud that Regulus was taken aback, his finger being squeezed inside of her, liquid wetting the two fingers. Her legs tried to snap closed, but he held them apart. She pulled them apart herself after a second.

"Good girl," he said.

She whimpered.

"Reg, move, move!" she said.

With his other hand holding the underwear to the side, he started moving his fingers, making her hips start to roll against his hand. Her hips stuttered and her hand around his shaft tightened.

He groaned.

Her hand softened.

"No, no, like that, keep going," he said, closing his eyes for a moment.

He could feel the burning on his back and the tugging on his insides warning that one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had was coming, especially when he opened his eyes and saw Anne lying back, hand working on his him, the other squeezing her breast covered by her bra, hips rolling time and time again against the mount of his hand.

Regulus came so strongly that his vision went white for a moment as his eyes rolled back and his body fell forward against her, painting her stomach and hand in white spurts. Her squeal made him think he was going to cum again – and then he felt the fluttering of her walls and her hand flew to grab his wrist, holding him in place. He was squeezed as her eyes shut tightly and her body shut down for a second. Her hips stuttered once more and then she relaxed.

Slowly, Regulus withdrew his fingers from inside of her as she made a small noise.

Her eyes were almost closed as she watched him lying down beside her, not wanting to leave his weight over her for more than necessary.

"Jesus Christ!" she breathed.

Regulus turned to look at Anne.

"Who?"

"Anyone listening at this point. Holy fuck!" she said.

He laughed so hard that his already tired body started to complain.