For the third morning that week I had woken up in Regulus' bed. And it was only Wednesday.

The girls weren't too fond of me at the moment, having taken James' side of the breakup, well excluding Marlene, not that there should've been sides, to begin with. And Remus, dear Merlin was Remus torn. I tried to make it easier on him, I tried to distance myself but it didn't seem to ease the strain.

"You think too much," a deep voice interrupted, poking me in the stomach.

"Fuck off," I grumbled, rolling over to turn my back to him.

You could clearly tell that I had been spending too much time with him for the past few weeks. He was one of the only people I truly had left

"You sound like me, you smell like me, what's next? You look like me too?" He chuckled, leaning over to rest his head in the crook of my neck.

We had gotten quite comfortable as friends in the recent weeks, it was almost like we just clicked, that doesn't mean that we didn't have our fair share of disagreements though.

"I think I could pull it off, I already wear your shirts," I smirked, turning to face him.

Past his harsh exterior, he is one of the most caring souls I had ever met. I mean he's an asshole, don't get me wrong, but he's a nice asshole.

"Mh, you'd need to get a few tattoos Sunshine and I don't think that you're up for that," he taunted, rolling me over onto my back as he propped his head up with his hand.

"You mean like your mark? Definitely not," I smirked, for once having the upper hand as I watch his face contort, basking in victory.

"You know?" He glares at me, looming over me menacingly, however behind those guarded blue eyes was the first hint of vulnerability I had yet to witness.

"Of course, I'm not that stupid," I rolled my eyes at him, knocking him off me onto his back, our shoulders brushing side by side.

"You broke up with Nicholas because he was a death eater."

"But you never pretended to be something that you weren't," I shrugged, not finding it within me to care. "Plus I know at the end of the day you'll do the right thing."

"Don't be so sure," he muttered, staring up at the bed canopy, the conversation fading off into silence as we were both left with our own thoughts.

"I've always wanted a tattoo," I verbalise in the silence, resting my hands on my stomach, deciding to drop the conversation for now.

"Then get one," he shrugged, rolling onto his side, toned and shirtless back facing me.

"Be like that then," I mumbled, fed up with his moody behaviour as of late, throwing my legs off the side of the bed and shimmying into black skinny jeans.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, rolling over to glare at me.

"What does it look like?" I growled back, not having the patience at the moment to deal with his attitude.

"No."

"Watch me."

I snatched up my wand, tucking it into my waistband, jumping into my converse before striding towards the door, secretly pleased that the rest of the beds were empty.

"Stop being so fucking emotional and come back to bed."

Emotional? I'm the emotional one?

Fuck him.

"You make me so fucking angry that I want to hex you," I stormed around, glaring at him with all the hate and anger I could muster.

Which was a lot.

"And?"

"You're such a bitch sometimes with all your mood swings that I have no idea whether or not it's me you're angry at or what," I rambled on, ignoring the fury on his face as I pace by the door, furious step after furious step.

"Are you done?" He spits out coldly, running a hand through his messy dark locks as he stands up and out of the green bedding.

"No," I pouted, standing to face him with my arms crossed across my chest, "No I am not."

"You're so sexy when you're angry," he smirks, walking towards me, biting down on his plump pink lip sensually.

"W-w-what?" I splutter out awkwardly, red creeping up onto my face as I stare up at him in shock, not believing that I heard the words out of his mouth correctly.

"You heard me, Sunshine," he growls lowly, brushing a strand of frizzy hair from my face, "now let's go back to bed." He takes my hand, gently guiding me back to his bed, allowing me time to shrug off my jeans before once again slipping into the sheets beside him.

Anger dismissed in an instant, one thought echoing throughout my mind on a constant loop.

I'd go with him anywhere.