The smut in here might be hard to be skipped completely, sorry about that, but that's how the scene came to me and I couldn't write it in any other way. SORRY. I tried (especially because of you Bunny, I know you don't read it).

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TW: Smut

The sound of paper crumbling in Luna's hand was hardly loud enough to make Regulus stop his ministrations, he just held her hips in place, fingers sinking into the soft feeling of her flesh to bring her closer to his mouth.

Regulus didn't care about the way Luna's grades were being crumbled in her hands, he just cared about giving her a wonderful time – after all, her grades had gone above his, at least this time around. She didn't seem to care about her report card either, because she was focused on something else entirely.

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered, back arching and hips buckling.

It was just his second time using his mouth on her, but the way she reacted was beyond any comprehension he had. He could scarcely understand how someone could move like that, squirming and grinding in such a way that made him lose his mind without as much as another word other than 'yes'.

Luna had him in the moment she came to him with a big, proud grin, showing off her wonderfully big 'O' beside Alchemy and the 'E' on Astronomy. He kneeled in front of her and asked, hands on her skirt, if he could be underneath it – and she had been quick to accept it, sitting on the edge of his bed and parting her legs with little prompting while the others were out of the dormitory.

"Regulus!" she yelped. "You're doing so good, darling. Yes."

He was proud of himself, seeing that Luna seemed to be close to the edge and her knickers hadn't even come out all the way, still around her left ankle. Her fingers were on his curls, pulling him closer and trying to pull him slightly upwards, directly on the bud of nerves that he was becoming a professional in finding.

"Use your fingers, please! Please!" Luna whined.

He gave a quick glance up from between her legs to see her face, eyes squeezed shut. Mouth still occupied, he followed her request by easing a finger inside of her before putting another one as well, moving it in slow, deliberate movements around the place she liked the most. His tongue found the bud again, quickening the movements there.

Luna let go of his hair, hands finding his blankets and fisting it violently as she gasped, back arching again with her toes pointing, taking in the feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. Unstoppable. Burning.

"Yes. Yes! YES!"

The muscles fluttered around him. He felt the wonderful feeling of his girl falling apart around him, even if just around his fingers.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, licking his lips clean and watching Luna melt against his bed, legs falling off his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Luna, dumbly, didn't answer out loud, just nodded. He gave out a smug smile. "Well, congratulations in first place, darling."

She tried to laugh, but it came out as a scoff since she had little control over her muscles. Her legs were still parted where he kneeled between, her thighs were shaking slightly even while resting.

Gently, Regulus got up and sat beside Luna in his bed, letting her legs fall closed as she recovered her breath.

"You're not usually that loud," he mused.

She had half-a-mind to give him a glare, which he didn't take seriously. He smiled, putting a hand on her thigh and leaning over her to kiss her lips, though the kiss was a lot more chaste than Luna seemed to have expected.

"Won't we --?" she started, confused as he pulled back.

"We're almost late to meeting Pandora and Xenophilius," he said, shaking his head. "It's the last free day of the year. We're lucky Dumbledore even allowed the sixths and sevenths to go to Hogsmeade so late in the year. I don't want to waste it by keeping you here with me when you could be out there with your friend. You won't see her this summer, and you'll have whenever you want."

Luna grumbled, knowing that he was quite right in some areas, but still frustrated that he wouldn't go all the way with her. Still, with Pandora staying in Scotland the whole summer – much to Evan's dismay – and Regulus not going to France this time around, it was clear that she would see her boyfriend more often than her best friend.

"We can be quick, if you want," Luna said.

Regulus' cheeks flushed bright red. "I'd love nothing more than to take you to bed, but I don't want to make Pandora wait too long," he said.

Their times (which happened four times in total at that point) usually were quicker than he wished, though Luna assured him that their usual just past three minutes it was longer than he thought, even though he had learned to pay more attention to the preliminaries other than just the act itself. Still, he found himself being more drawn to many acts other than the traditional way.

Luna sat up, reaching for the bedside table on Regulus' side and cleaning herself off with the paper tissues, then leaned down to put her knickers on again, watching him as he palmed his erection through his trousers, adjusting himself to make it less obvious.

"I can –" she started.

"I promise this doesn't bother me as much as you think it does," he says as gently as he can, cutting her off. "I want to show off your grades, go to Hogsmeade for a cold drink in this heat and prepare for going home tomorrow. I want to celebrate your birthday, Luna."

Luna's cheeks burned as she looked down at her hands in her lap.

"I don't usually do much in birthday. You saw last year," she said, voice lower and shier.

He frowned.

"You did mention you don't usually go overboard in your birthday, but I imagined you'd like to do a double celebration given your wonderful grades," he said, reaching his hand out for hers. "And... I already got you a present."

She turned sharply at him.

"Oh, Reggie, I told you not to!" she lamented. "I know you like to buy me things, but there's no need to buy me things every chance you get."

"Oh, Luna, please, allow me this one whim, yes?" he said, leaning forward and putting his forehead on her shoulder, nudging her with the bridge of his nose as if that would mollify her. "I barely had to do anything this time, I assure you. I paid nothing at all for it, as well, if that's any comfort."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What did you do?" she asked.

"I wrote a letter," he answered with a smile, pulling away from her shoulder to show his expression. "And you just got a response."

Regulus got up from the bed, fixing his belt and leaning down, getting a small box from underneath, putting it on top of the bed. He kneeled again, groaning at the feeling of his weight on his knees again after so long at that very position.

The box was a medium sized, modest and common-looking black wooden box with carvings of several different handwritings of small letters; initials of several second sons in order of birth. There had never been many second-born male children for the box to be passed off, which meant there were still a few open spots in the expensive wood. Inside the box, there were a few private belongings that Luna quickly recognised as Regulus – a beautiful soft leather-bound book (most likely Regulus' journal), a small and full pouch of coins, some jewels and – finally – a letter.

Regulus offered her the envelope.

"It's closed. Still sealed," he said. "I haven't opened it."

She looked at the letter.

It was a wizarding letter. There was no actual envelope, the letter was just parchment folded and sealed by golden melted wax shaped into a snake curling its way through the Leviathan Cross, tongue out and testing the atmosphere around for its next transformation.

"Merlin, even the parchment feels expensive, feel how thick this is... and, oh... it's... It's the Royal London Academy of Alchemy and Potions symbol," Luna mumbled, eyes widening as she recognised it right away.

He smiled. "It is."

"It's my name written here," she said, finger tapping her own name scribbled on the side of the wax. "Why are they writing a letter to me, Regulus?"

"Open it and you'll find out," Regulus said. "Go on. Open and it and read it out loud, my love."

Luna's hands were trembling as she torn the wax seal very carefully, unfolding the parchment to read the handwritten letter of old, messy handwriting.

"Dear Miss Luna Lupin, we were pleased and surprised to receive your communication and recommendation letters from such sources," she started. She looked up at him, frowning. "I didn't write to them; I had no recommendation letters yet. Did you do this?"

"Keep reading, my love, and I'll tell you everything afterwards," Regulus answered with a well-humoured chuckle, but sitting back in bed to watch her with attention.

Luna cleared her throat.

"It's not usually until a student is in the midways of their final year that we start receiving applications for early access and spots with our Academy but given your special situation we were glad to get to know your work a bit better. Therefore, after careful consideration and discussion, we are please to announce..." she froze, reading in silence for a moment before choking out a sound. "...pleased to announce that on behalf of the Royal London Academy of Alchemy and Potions, you are accepted for an automatic spot in our class once your schooling in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is finalised under the condition of passable grades in all your school subjects for a FULL-TIME SCHOLARSHIP!" she squealed.

Regulus made no other reaction other than opening his arms and letting her jump on top of him as she squealed and screeched in excitement, body trembling in excitement and delight. She hadn't even finished reading the letter, but that information alone was the happiest she had been in a long time.

"Love, finish the letter," he laughed.

"Oh, my God! Regulus! Regulus, oh, my God!" she continued screamed.

Regulus took the letter from her hands before she could tear it and hugged her close to continue reading it over her shoulder so she could completely understand the situation.

"The Academy shall be informed of your constant trajectory while in school to assure us you are the perfect fit for our academy," he read, rolling his eyes fondly when she stopped squealing to hear him, but made no movement to separate herself from him. "This means your report cards will be sent to them as well, and your behavioural problems will reach them as well, so you have to be careful."

"I'm always careful," she whispered against his neck.

His free hand found her back and caressed it in slow circles, as he usually did.

"Now, they're just saying there's a few documents that you'll need to send over to them, but Flitwick said he'll do it for you," Regulus said.

Luna made a little noise, jumping off his lap to be able to see his face with attention. Her hands were still shaking by the sides of her body when she stumbled backwards and held onto Barty's bed pillars to stare down at her boyfriend.

"You did this!"

He smirked. "I like to think you did all on your own, I just made your wonderful witty brain public," he answered.

"How did you do this? Did you pretend to be me?" she asked.

Regulus threw his head back, laughing at her question while shaking his head.

"Oh, no. Our handwritings cannot be compared no matter how much I tried to make it look more like yours," he said.

She narrowed her eyes to glare at him half-heartedly over the fact that she understood all too well that it was Regulus' way of mocking her handwriting, since his was much better than her most carefully written note.

"How did you do this?" she asked.

"I asked the professors to intervene to Dumbledore, ask him to request an early spot for you in the London Academy. I wasn't sure you'd get the answer before summer started, but I'm glad it came yesterday since your birthday was today," he said. "I knew you had gone in, of course. Mister Omar Khan was more than glad to thank my father for his recommendation letter for such brilliant student."

"Your father?" she asked, eyes widening.

"Well, it was actually my mother's words, Father just wrote them down, according to his own letter," he said with a nonchalant shrug. "Mother says that you must continue studying after you're done with Hogwarts."

Luna gave a breathless laughter at that. "Oh, so I don't get any ideas of marrying you," she guessed.

Regulus hummed in agreement.

"Besides, I don't see how Mister Khan would dare deny anything to Lord Potter when he, too, caught wind of what I was doing and wrote his own recommendation letter about your work ethic, throwing in the fact that you are their 'Ward' into the conversation, I'm sure," Regulus added. "Not that you needed it when Professor Slughorn was so quick to bathe you in praises and Professor Alexis wrote a strongly worded letter to tell Mister Khan that if she didn't accept you, he would be the dumbest motherfucker in the world."

"You talked to Professor Alexis?! You don't even take Alchemy," Luna said, becoming more shocked at the absurd notion.

"Oh, no, love. I talked to Professor Flitwick as your House Head and Professor McGonagall since I couldn't talk to Professor Dumbledore himself; all the others just accepted writing their own letters for your sake," Regulus smiling.

Luna's green eyes shone with unshed tears.

"You didn't have to ask them?" she whispered.

"I imagine you wouldn't have to ask them either if you waited next year, they would've done it themselves. I just wanted to save you the stress for the year about to come," Regulus said. "I have no doubts you'd would've gotten in without my request, I just made it faster."

He wasn't sure what made her fall apart, but Luna sobbed, quickly hiding her face in her hands and hunching over.

Concerned, he froze in place, unsure of what to do other than stare. She wasn't meant to be crying like that, perhaps a few delicate happy tears, but shoulder-shaking sobs were not in the program he had imagined. He looked around in the ground for his outer-layer of the uniform, where its pocket held his handkerchief.

"I love you so much," she sobbed.

"I love you too, darling, but..." he started, he huffed, leaning down to grab his blazer, "...there's no need for tears. This is a happy occasion, no?"

"These are happy tears, because you love me," she said.

He laughed at her earnest answer, taking the handkerchief from the blazer's breast pocket and offering it to her, holding it in place until she spread her fingers just enough to see it and take it from his fingers. She took it to her face, cleaning her tears.

"I thought my loving you was no secret for a long time at this point, Luna. I'm quite certain I was open about it for a while," he said, dismissing her reasoning. "If you doubted it, then I should probably do a better job at it."

Luna sat on his knees, her side against his chest as he cradled her closer to him.

She didn't speak much of love. While she was open with her feelings and spoke of her love, Luna knew that Regulus struggled with doing the same – he was much better in writing down what he wanted to say or use such complicated words, trying to go around what he really wanted to say with the hopes she would understand his desire without having to truly verbalise it.

Regulus showed his love in other ways.

He knew how she took her tea with honey and how she liked her fruits covered in honey as well, he knew without having to ask when she was in her bad days just by the way she walked or the way she avoided or craved certain foods. He studied Astronomy though he let go of the subject just so he could help her out when she was struggling with her grades even when he had stopped expecting her to help him with Transfiguration as often as she did beforehand. He knew how to kiss her temple to comfort her, to tie her tongue with his to distract her and to hold her close to keep her warm. He would walk arm in arm in front of people, hold her hand in public though people could see them and he would proudly dance with her even in front of his own parents. He wrote long letters. He came to visit her during the summer. He paid for their clandestine meetings for the sake of her reputation.

...and now he made sure her future was set, not expecting anything in exchange.

Luna, still cleaning her tears, pulled him by the shirt and kissed him again.

"Luna, my love –" he started.

"Pandora and Xenophilius can have a little date for a while. They can wait," she said against his lips. "They can wait."

"Pandora –"

"Will understand," she completed, pulling away. "If you want, we can stay for a while more."

Regulus took a deep breath as if trying to keep himself in check, but one smile from her lips made his control crumble.

"You irresistible temptress," he whispered in an accusing tone. "You relish on my suffering, my sweet torture."

"Torture! I'll take such suffering from you, then," she whispered in exchange, a coy smile on her lips before she giggled.

He quickly manoeuvred with little effort, making her bounce as he dropped her on the bed, making her giggles grow louder. She fluttered her eyelashes at him as he leaned over her to deepen the kiss.

Minerva McGonagall was known for being a strong woman, but even a strong woman could fall apart at the very sight of her dear students suddenly looking grown and adult, standing in front of her in their best uniforms in their very last day in school.

Through the whole breakfast, she breathed deeply and slowly, constant, content with the idea of keeping her tears in check until the Seventh Years managed to say their goodbyes. She watched the younger students talking animatedly, announcing their plans for the summer for their friends – she avoided looking at the older students, hoping that it would be enough for her mind to keep itself strong.

It fell apart when Sirius Black stood up, silencing some of the Gryffindor students quickly as he climbed onto his seat and onto the table with a little hop. His longish hair was pulled back in an awkward half-up, half-down, with the lower part on the back of his neck. He looked awfully pale, but he had a smile on his lips anyway.

"Mister Black –" started Minerva in a loud tone immediately.

Dumbledore, sitting beside her, moved his hand in a flourish, allowing the student to continue and letting Minerva rest against her chair once more.

"Dear professors!" Sirius started.

He was so loud that several other tables quietened down until the whole Great Hall fell silent.

James stood up on the table as well.

"Dear fellow students as well!" James added, winking at Sirius and reaching for his friend for a little punch on his shoulder. "We are all gathered here this morning to celebrate the end of this year!"

Some of the students cheered, slamming their fists on the table and laughing amongst themselves, excited for the last public announcement from the Marauders.

"But!" Sirius screamed, getting the attention of the students and making them stop talking again. "But, to do that, we must thank our professors and the headmaster for their time and effort – and believe me, it took a lot of effort from them to get me here."

Slughorn chuckled nearby Minerva.

Sirius was a complicated enough person, a difficult personification of all the complexes that his raising had build into him, but in general he was a good boy. He made mistakes, he had to learn to deal with them and the consequences it all brought upon him through his life, finally stepping out of the shadows of his family to be himself. He had learned that he was entitled to attention and that he would have it regardless of his situation, so instead of taking the attention as his parents had taught him, so he manipulated the attention and relished in it – he wore muggle clothes, he grew out his hair, he was loud and abrasive.

But he was never a bad student.

All the effort and attention his professors used on him wasn't wasted on grades, but on the hopes he would become a better person.

"And we are all grateful for the diligent attention on us, and are aware of how difficult we were," James said. "But I became Head Boy and I was given the opportunity to being the Captain of the Quidditch Team for Gryffindor –"

"And got the Cup!" someone yelled out.

James looked over his shoulder at the girl that had yelled out at him and gave her a dashing smile. Lily giggled nearby, knowing that he was still proud about the whole House Cup thing, showing off his winning in their private common room for hours after the house-party had ended.

"W-we..." Sirius stuttered but cleared his throat. "We decided to give you all one last present. Especially for you, Professor McGonagall – thank you for being the best House Head we could ask for!"

Minerva felt her heart skip a beat, looking at those grey, wide eyes, searching for a reaction in her face in some sort of despair. For a moment, she was scared of reacting wrong and breaking the poor child's heart that seemed to eager to please her for something so small. There was more in his words. It wasn't a simply thank you for doing her job. It was a 'thank you' for doing more than her job, and she knew exactly what he was trying to get at.

She knew that it was more than what was on her job description to sit in her classroom afterhours, watching helplessly as Sirius Black sobbed, trembled and wailed alone. He was away from the spotlight in those moments, open and vulnerable just for her, looking at her like a little child, asking out loud if he was a good person, wondering out loud if death was kinder than life, begging her not to tell Walburga Black that he was even considering death for a moment, because she would be angry – not concerned, not terrified; angry.

Peter Pettigrew smiled, holding onto Sirius' arm to climb onto the table and giving a signal to several of the first-years in all the Houses stood, turning to the professors table with wide smiles.

Remus Lupin stood up on the table as well, his wand in hand. He waved it above his head.

The first notes of a song started.

Minerva's breath got caught on her throat and her bottom lip trembled.

Albus chuckled under his breath, knowing his friend far too well to buy the way her face was completely void of any emotion as she tried to keep her emotions in check. He had been quite proud when Peter Pettigrew came, very uncomfortable, but determinate with his idea of farewell.

By the last note of 'We'll Meet Again' by Vera Lynn, Minerva's favourite song, she was in obvious tears.

She felt comforted to see that Sirius Black was also crying over their goodbye.

Minerva is one of my favourite characters that aren't based in any myth, sorry about that. But, I wanted to make one thing clear: Minerva and Poppy are a ship that I can no longer pretend to not enjoy. Since I found out about it, Minerva and Poppy are a couple in my mind. (and now I have to try and find a way to get them together in this story - THANK YOU TIKTOK FOR THE NEW FEMALE COUPLE!)

Orion Black - Hades

Walburga Black - Persephone

Alphard Black - Dionysus

Evan Rosier - Orpheus

Luna Lupin - Midas

Pandora Lovegood - Pythia

Druella Black - Aphrodite

Euphemia Potter - Demeter

Fleatmont Potter - Hephaestus

But a WARNING: The relationship between characters aren't too useful in my characters' myths, alright? The fact that Monty is Hephaestus, Druella being Aphrodite and Euphemia Demeter does NOT mean anything between Druella and Monty, for example.