[NC-17, NON-CON] Boy's Dormitory 3 (Regulus, Cormac, Antonin, Gellert)

Sev/Reg/Ewoyn


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Reg fan fic. This is how i saw him. Its realy old and i havnt read it in a while, so bear with it

-reading it now-

At some point this morning Reg left his dorm.

[Read?]

[Mhm.]

[Um what about Regrian?!?!]

[NO]

[reg is gay, adrian.]

Waking, Antonin sits up and accidentally falls out of bed. "FUCK!" He gives the floor a rough kick then gets dressed leaving the dorm.

[We have Gellert in here? how awesome!]

[Are you a second character?]

[Nope. Newbie.]

[Hello newbie! I'm Dee and Gabby, so don't come around and fuck with me. That is all. ]

[Well I'm just Antonin, but you better call me Dolohov. I don't just let anyone call me by my first name. and don't fuck with me either or i'll AK your arse...you know what let's be friends. But only when you're Dee because i won't be friends with a Gryffie]

[huzzah for newbies. penelope here, but call me penny if ya know what's good for you. welcome]

[I promise. Dolohov it is. And ew, GRYFFS? How disgusting!]

[*loves how threatening everyone's trying to be* ]

[*is a total slytherin at heart*]

Antonin entered his dorm and tossed himself down on his bed. This school was boring. At least he'd had some fun beating up that Lupin kid earlier. Even though Parkinson had told him Lupin was weak Antonin felt like there was some fight in that kid yet. Maybe he'd make it his own personal little challenge to get that Lupin kid to toughen up and give him a real fight.
Yeah, that'd be fun. I'd still kick his ass anyway but it'd be better if he actually fought back. Antonin fell asleep.

[Ok i'm off now. night everyone]

Regulus storms in, annoyed by the mudblood brat. He'd been having a nice time with Krum until she showed up. Whatever. He had tomorrow to look forward to. He strips and gets into bed, falling asleep quickly.

In the morning he left. No shit.

Gellert walks into the dormitory, realizing that he hadn't really been in there before. His bed is noticeably different from the other ones in the room: whereas everyone else's sheets and blankets were silver and green, his were made of black silk. It was the magic of the wizarding world that they had removed themselves from his trunk and gathered somewhat untidily on his bed without any effort on his part, and he throws his black leather jacket on the ground and flops down on that bed, wondering whether one of his dorm mates will come around--he supposed he should get to know them.

-runs in to meet Gellert-

Regulus walks in, looking rather confused and frustrated. He lights up when he sees the new guy he'd met recently. "Hey, Gellert," he said, sitting down on his own bed, still shirtless, as he'd not gotten a replacement for his blood soaked one. He's got a gash above his eyebrow.

-He nodded at the boy, what was his name--Reverus? Reginus? Regulus. That was it.-

"Regulus. Hey." He sits up, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and surveyed the other's appearance. "What happened to you?"

"Quidditch," he said, not bothering to elaborate. "So, how have your first few days at Hogwarts been? I recently met another guy who transferred here from Durmstrang as well," he mentioned, forgetting Krum's mention that he and Gellert didn't really get along.

"Oh. That's quite...unusual. Those of us from Durmstrang generally like to keep to ourselves." He pauses, as if remembering something that only he knew about. You know how to do some things right here, though." He smirks, and clicks his tongue stud loudly against the back of his teeth. "...Girls."

Regulus faked a grin at that. He really didn't want to think about girls right now. They were giving him a right headache, well, at least, one particular girl was. "So, remind me, what did you get kicked out of there for anyway?" he asked, still insanely curious.

He cocked his head at Regulus, who obviously didn't want to discuss girls, despite the fact that he had been getting it on so well with Dee last night. He bit the inside of his mouth at the question of his expulsion. He liked always to maintain an air of mystery around himself, but he was, after all, proud of his accomplishments. "Well I told you I was into the dark arts," he told Regulus, airily, "Well, I wasn't kidding about that. I was just--" he narrowed his eyes, deciding that if Regulus pushed the subject he would tell him, "too much for them."