Purple Twilight

by ImBlackKitten

Summary:

Lily Evans gained some weight over the summer. Regulus loved it, Potter loved it, and Severus hated it.

Regulus wanted to ruin her and her body, and for her to love every second he did so. In other words: Regulus knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it. He was willing to do whatever it took to win her.

Chapter 1

Notes:

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“Hey Sev,” Regulus asked across the table, “is it just me, or has Evans gained some weight over the summer?” He raked his eyes over the girl to confirm that her cheeks were no longer as taught as they were before, and her robes clung to her chest just a tad bit tighter than they did last year.

 

Snape shuddered, “It’s not you, she got a job at a bakery over the summer.”

 

Well, that was a reaction. “Any reason why you’re taking it as a personal offense?”

 

“It’s not that I dislike it, in fact, I’m really happy she’s no longer a wisp of a girl. It’s just that she took me bra-shopping over the summer and I have seen things I cannot unsee,” Severus explained.

 

Reggie hummed and paused before asking, “What’s a bra?”

 

“Muggle women's undergarments, they’re made with just barely enough fabric to cover the breasts and are designed to hold them up and support the back. They’re often covered with lace or are semi-transparent. It means I had to see her topless, and now know the exact shape of her breasts and how they giggle, and that’s not a sight I’d like to see ever again.”

 

“You lucky bastard,” Reulus would have loved to see that, “but that’s probably why she took you.”

 

“Well, next time she’s taking Meadowes or McKinnon, or even one of her Muggle friends. I don’t care how many scones she bribes me with, it was not worth it.”

 

Across the room, a smack echoed across the hall before Lily gathered her bags and left the Great Hall in a flash. Her hair was wild and loose today, with little white sparks shooting out of it. Her robes billowed behind her, and her new hourglass figure drew more than a couple of lecherous eyes.

 

Potter motioned to run after her, cradling his cheek with one hand, but Sirius held him back.

 

“If he’s said something rude to her again, I’m going to string him up by his entrails and let magpies feast on his eyes,” Sev promised as he stabbed a sausage with more force than needed.

 

“Are you projecting a bit there?” Reggie asked, contemplating the bit of toast still left on his plate, “And I thought magpies only collected pretty things.”

 

Snape scoffed and shook his head, “She spent the past two weeks worrying people were going to make fun of her-”

 

“For what? She’s gorgeous,” Regulus interrupted, “she should’ve gained that weight years ago.”

 

Snape shot a quick glare across the table, “Muggle standards of beauty for women are unhealthy, they’re about being stick thin with sharp cuts in clothing and tamed hair. She’s worried she’ll be called fat.”

 

“That’s the biggest load of dragon dung I’ve ever heard.”

 

“Which I tried telling her, but apparently I’d know nothing about fashion even if it was thrown in my face,” Snape finished his sausage and raised his eyebrows. “She proceeded to throw a woman's magazine at me.”

 

Regulus chuckled, “Why did you never tell me she’s funny?”

 

“I have, you just haven’t been listening.”

 

Ouch, point. 

 

“Do you think I could get her to gain another few kilos?” Reggie asked.

 

“No bet, her newfound love of lemon tarts and friendship with the house elves will ensure it happens either way.”

 

“Hmm, I could help her along, though,” Black paused, “I’m going to do it anyway. Lemon tarts, you said?”

 

“ Why are you so fixated on this? Is this because you like how she looks now? Because I won’t have you taking advantage of her, you know.”

 

“Call it a romantic interest… and because I think she’d look good with another ten kilos on her.”

 

“That’s bold. She won’t be happy if she learns you’re manipulating her. And mark my words, I’ll be the first person to tell her so,” he pointed his fork at Regulus in a very un-threatening manner.

 

“Is it manipulating if she’s already doing it, or is it just considered encouragement?” Regulus contemplated. 

 

“Is it murder if you tell someone to stab themselves and they do it?”

 

Regulus ignored that, “I mean, I already know that I quite enjoy her company as a friend and study partner, and Mother’s been trying to set me up with some half-bloods now that Father’s research is just about finished. What’s to say we don’t become something more, and she just finds her Muggle figure slipping as we court?”

 

“I didn’t realize Orion published his research already, is it as we thought?” Severus asked.

 

“It’s being verified by the board, a very tedious process I’ve heard entirely too much about over the summer. But yeah, inbreeding is bad.”

 

“No shit,” Snape said.

 

“I know that was meant to be a joke, but I am fully prepared for him to be stoned to death once it’s released. He gave me my heirship and everything early in case someone actually manages it.”

 

“You’re joking,” Snape deadpanned, “let’s see it, then.”

 

Regulus held out his left hand and quickly whispered a finite to reveal a silver and sapphire ring with a motif of two crows, the emblem of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

 

Snape hummed and finished his tea, “You’ll court her properly. None of that neo-romance heralded by the half-bloods and light families.”

 

“Of course.”

 

“And you’ll court her in the Muggle way too, she deserves to go on dates like she expected when she was younger,” Severus pursed his lips before he continued, “And if it turns out that you don’t like each other romantically, you won’t lead her on simply because you find her attractive or because it’s been deemed a good match.”

 

“Naturally. Although I’ll need some pointers in Muggle courtship practices.”

 

“And most importantly: if you hurt her, I will hurt you tenfold.”

 

“Understood,” Regulus nodded solemnly. 

 

“Still want to ask Lily out?”

 

“I think so.”

 

“Then who am I to stop you?”

 

“Her best friend,” Regulus joked.

 

Severus chuckled, “Now go to class before you’re late. Your O.W.L. year is important, you know.”

 

“The next person who tells me that is going to get stabbed.”

---

“You know, when you said you were going to ask Lily out, I assumed you meant soon, not over a fortnight later,” Severus said as he sat down at the breakfast table next to Regulus.

 

“I was going to, but then I realized that she would have no idea I wasn’t taking the mickey. I need to do this right,” Regulus explained. 

 

“By which you mean pining from afar?”

 

“I mean, it took a while to find a nice bakery that could do owl deliveries.”

 

“Is there something wrong with what the house elves make?”

 

“No, it’s just that I overheard her telling Meadowes and Lupin that there’s something different about Muggle baked goods that the house elves can’t replicate. And besides, it wouldn’t be very special if I got her something that she could just walk to the kitchens to get herself.”

 

“So?” Severus poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it as Reggie responded.

 

“So, I managed to find a high-end bakery in London that doesn’t use house elf labor and manages to box their orders in a container that’s secure enough for flight, only it’s a Muggle shop. So then I had to hire someone to go out there at six in the morning so that they could attach it to an owl so that it could be delivered in time for breakfast.”

 

“You are entirely overthinking this. How much are you paying for this?” He buttered a scone and placed it on Reggie's plate, noticing he hadn’t even looked at the table yet.

 

“I’m paying a squib a galleon a week to traverse London and owl them in.” 

 

Severus couldn’t comprehend having enough money to throw away on things like that.

 

“I just want her to like it. And if she likes Muggle sweets, then I’ll get her Muggle sweets.”

 

“It seems like you’ve figured this all out, so when will you do it?”

 

“Today’s the first delivery,” he answered, not taking his eyes off the Gryffindor's table.

 

“Here’s to hoping she won’t hex your bollox off,” Severus raised his tea in Reggie's direction.

 

“Don’t even joke about that.”

 

“Why would I ever joke about your bollox? It’s quite a nice bollox, it’d be a shame if something happened to it,” Sev joked.

 

“I’m going to hex you.”

 

“And you’ve yet to do so in all the years you’ve known me.”

 

“Quiet, I think I see the parcel,” Regulus gestured to a dark barn owl carrying a silver box with a dark blue bow.

 

“Did you have to be so ostentatious?” Sev asked, grabbing another scone from the tray, seeing as Regulus finally managed to notice the first and had eaten it.

 

“I’m a Black, what can I say? Extravagance is my middle name.” Reggie answered while buttering a slice of toast, not taking his eyes off Evans as the owl delivered the gift.

 

“Your middle name is Arcturus,” Severus said dryly. Reggie swatted him.

 

The girl seemed shocked at the package landing in front of her. She eyed it warily before carefully lifting the tag to read it, and quickly dropped the paper. She wasn’t that hesitant over foreign mail, was she? After attracting Lupin's attention, she quickly cast a few spells at the box before opening it. As if anyone would dare send her cursed mail to Hogwarts. The navy blue bow, nearly as large as the box itself, quickly came undone as she pulled the ends, and each side of the box opened in a star pattern to reveal the object below.

 

“It’s a tart,” Lily said to a confused-looking Lupin.

 

Lupin furrowed his brow at the sweet and glanced at Potter quickly, “Somehow, I don’t think James is responsible for this. It seems too classy.”

 

Sirius looked over at the commotion and interjected, “Is that a courting gift Evans has there?”

 

“Don’t be silly, nobody would court her while she’s clearly going to be…” Potter trailed off once he saw the intricate box, “...or maybe someone is that stupid. Who is it? Who do I need to hex?”

 

“It doesn’t have a sender listed,” Lily responded.

 

“Shitty courter, if he won’t tell you who it is,” Black all but shouted.

“Or maybe he’s afraid he’ll be turned down before he has a chance to state his intentions,” Lupin offered. 

 

“What, like Prongs?” Sirius joked.

 

“What does this mean?” Lily interrupted the group, “Can I eat this? Because I really love lemon tarts.”

 

“It doesn’t really mean anything,” James said with a slight pout in his tone.

“Yes, it does,” Sirius corrected, “It means you’re at least mildly interested in who sent this to you. That you’re willing to meet the bloke, or lady, and consider a partnership with them.”

 

“Then why didn’t they just ask me on a date?” Evans asked.

 

The boys cringed in response, “it doesn’t really happen like that in the wixen world,” Peter explained, “a person of higher standing will declare their intentions to court with a consumable gift like ink, parchment, or edible goods, and the receiver will relay their acceptance via their consumption of said gift. Typically, there’ll be a name given so that the giftee can show their appreciation properly.”

 

“Show their appreciation properly?” Lily asked, aghast, “Is there an improper way to show your appreciation?’

 

“He means that once you’ve formally accepted the gift, you must show that you enjoy the gift in front of the person who bequeathed it to you. As an example, if you received ink or parchment, you’re to be seen writing with the gift in a study group you have in common or send them a letter using said ink or parchment, though that can be difficult to showcase in a public manner. Or if you got broomstick oil, you might lubricate your shaft in front of the other,” James explained with a salacious wink.

 

“Don’t you get any ideas about lubricating shafts in front of me, Potter,” Evans warned.

 

“He means,” Sirius started, “that you should probably eat that tart now if you’re going to eat it. You don’t want to string a guy on… unless you do, that is.”

 

“So, this was given to me by someone who’s here to see me enjoy it?”

 

“Presumably,” Lupin said while fixing a cup of tea for himself and another for Evans.

 

“And if I eat it, I’m not committing to a relationship?”

 

“Not at all, you’re just stating that you’d be willing to meet the person giving it to you. With no expectation for continued relations,” Sirius explained.

 

Lily cast a few charms at the tart before picking it up with her hands and taking a bite out of it, “Fuck,” she moaned, “this is the best goddamn lemon tart I’ve ever had.”

 

Her expression must have been lustrous because James quickly flushed and bit his lip, “Did you know she likes lemon tarts, Padfoot?”

 

“Not a clue, are you going to write it down in your future wife diary?”

 

Lily quickly devoured the rest and grinned, “That was so good, I don’t even care about the nonsense that just came out of your mouth.”

 

“You should take the bow,” Lupin said, “show the guy that you liked it.”

 

“I really did like it, the elves don’t make sweets like that here,” Lily said, whipping her hands on a napkin before pulling a few wayward curls out of her face, “what should I do with it?”

 

“A well-received first gift will be honored by the recipient by showcasing an article of the gift in public. Typically, a bow or fabric covering is worn as a corsage for the day for consumable gifts, usually on the wrist. But allowances can be made for lower or uneducated classes or casual situations such as school, so that–” Sirius was cut off. 

 

“Are you going to nearly directly quote the entire chapter of the Bijou Book of Pureblood Etiquette for Couring, Siri?” James scoffed.

 

“Am I to understand that I show that I appreciated the tart by pinning the bow on my wrist?” Lily asked, wondering how she’d manage to wear the giant bow without it getting in the way.

 

“Your schoolbag would do,” Peter hesitantly said, “that’s a bit…”

 

“Sizeable?” Remus said.

 

“He’s probably overcompensating for something, whoever he is,” Sirius said.

 

“Or she,” Remus insisted.

 

“Or she,” Black agreed.

 

“It’s the thought that counts here, really,” James elaborated, “someone unknown showed that they’re interested in you, and if you wanted– you really shouldn’t, you have no idea who it is– to show that you’re willing to hear them out you’d showcase the gift on a prominent, yet unbinding part of your body or person, like a wrist or bag, to say that you’re open to negotiations.”

 

“There are binding parts of the body?” Evans asked.

 

“Rings, necklaces, and crowns each have unique roles and meaning in the courtship practice,” Lupin explained, “it would be considered presumptuous to tie a gift like this around your finger, basically declaring intent to marry. And necklaces are for couples who have agreed to a contract, while crowns–” 

 

“If you pin it to your bag, it means that you liked the tart,” Sirius summarized for Lupin.

 

Evans grinned before answering, “Then it seems like there’s only one thing to do.”

---

Lily quickly got used to the sweets being delivered to her each morning at breakfast. She got into the habit of sitting and chatting with a friend (if one was available) while drinking tea or pumpkin juice and waiting for a parcel to arrive. Then she’d carefully unwrap each gift and place the bow on her schoolbag, then dig into the baked good. They weren’t all lemon tarts; there were orange tarts, and raspberry lime tarts, and a blueberry tart she frowned at, but ate nonetheless. And sometimes they were cupcakes with buttercream frosting and strawberry filling or scones filled with nuts or berries (not blueberries after the tart disaster). Oftentimes, they’d be high-end cakes with ten layers, each a couple millimeters thick, made with Kahlua or amaretto and little chocolate curls delicately placed on top; or they’d be mousse dome cakes with caramel or gold flakes decorating the top. One time, there was a very remarkable blood orange fudge with candied peel garnish that she’d die for.

 

And for each treat, Regulus took notes on her reactions. Which food she’d moan over and close her eyes in delight at the first bite. Which ones she’d carefully take apart layer by layer until the chocolate had melted over her fingers and she’d lick and suck at them until he thought he’d no longer be able to hide the hard-on she’d given him (and half the student body). Lily quickly stopped receiving the cakes that she’d take apart by hand. As devastating as this was to his teenage fantasies, he didn’t want anyone else to benefit from seeing her tongue dart around her fingers nimbly as she sucked and nibbled them.

 

Soon enough, Lily stopped checking the sweets for potions or spells, and Regulus could move on to the next part of his plan. This was the part he was most concerned about. Sure, he could slip appetite stimulants into her sweets, which he knew she ate before the rest of breakfast, so that they’d be perfectly timed to influence her meals and spell nutrition potions into her stomach, but he could also ask her out and convince her to do all of that. The thought of Lily willingly filling out her body and drinking potions out of his hands to do so made Regulus go wild with lust.

 

Ultimately, Regulus decided to take the moral high ground. It gave her the most freedom, and he technically wasn’t doing anything wrong this way.

---

By the middle of October, Regulus was ready to initiate contact with Lily. He didn’t have the next lemon tart, which he had determined was her favorite by this point, delivered to her with the morning mail. He had it placed under a stasis charm with a few others he held in reserve just in case, delivered to him the day before, outside of the normal post hours, so that nobody would notice it. He didn’t use the same outrageous bow that he’d used for his anonymous deliveries and instead chose a thinner satin ribbon enhanced with magic so that his family crest would be visible on the knot and little black crows would fly up and down the fabric. This wasn’t the kind of ribbon you’d tie on a bag where it could end up on the ground; this was the type of ribbon you’d wear on your wrist, or use to tie your hair if you were especially bold.

 

“You’re doing all this as some grand declaration for her, Reg,” Barty explained, “you should just go all out with singing doves and make a scene of it.”

 

“If you get her singing doves, she’ll throw whatever’s closest to her at you, and with your luck, it’ll be a knife,” Severus stated, flicking a quill with his sharpening knife to emphasize the point.

 

“I should try to approach her when she’s not surrounded by people in the Great Hall so that she doesn’t feel pressured by them, but do I do it before or after breakfast?” he asked.

 

“Before,” Sev said at the same time Barty said “after.”

 

“I thought you would’ve preferred after, seeing as that’s more of the Slytherin way, Sev,” Barty stated.

 

“We are not emotionally manipulating my best friend, giving it to her after would make her feel like you’ve forgotten about her, don’t care, or that you’re trying to lord it over her head. She’ll spend the whole meal wondering what she’s done wrong and why she hasn’t received a gift.”

 

“And since I am not going to manipulate the girl I’m trying to court, I’ll have to catch her before she enters the hall, but without standing there waiting for her with it in my hand,” Reggie laments, “This is becoming increasingly complicated.”

 

“It’s courting; of course, it’s complicated,” Barty started, “nothing worth having comes easy.”

 

“I’m sure that if I have her, she’ll cum,” Regulus joked, trying to lighten the mood.

 

“I don’t think Roosevelt meant it that way, Black.”

“Evans?” Reggie called out as she reached the bottom of the stairs near the Great Hall with Lupin next to her. Luckily, the rest of the marauders were late risers.

 

“Yeah?” she asked, moving out of the way of traffic and closer to where Regulus had been waiting near a statue, “You’re the younger Black, right? Regulus? Sev says you’re not nearly as brash as your brother, which might as well be a compliment when he’s concerned.”

 

“Thank you, I think,” he responded, shocked that Severus had been talking him up, “I, er–”

 

Lupin's eyebrows raised at that, clearly not expecting such ineloquence from an heir to a Noble and Most Ancient house. 

 

“I would like to present you with this gift, Miss Evans,” he says, straightening his voice and summoning the gift he had prepared earlier, “will you accept it?”

 

Lily’s hair whipped through the air like fire and crackled lightly, “Why are you telling me who you are only now? Why not with the first gift?”

 

“I was afraid you’d say no without giving me a chance.”

 

“Because you’re a Slytherin? You know who my best friend is, don’t you?” She glanced at Remus, who didn’t seem to have a reaction.

 

“Yes to both, and because I’m a pureblood, and because we’ve never really spoken much outside of pleasantries and when we’ve both studied with Severus,” Regulus’s cheeks turned a slight bit pink, “I was hoping that these would…”

 

“Loosen my tongue?” Lily joked.

 

“A bit, yeah. And prove that I’m not trying to poison you, just provide for you.”

 

“Why me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, “I’m a Gryffindor, Muggle-born, and have a fiery temper.”

 

Remus smirked at that description.

 

“I like the way you smile, how your eyes get scrunched up, and there’s this little line on your forehead,” he started, but quickly changed directions when she frowned, “and I like the way Sev talks about you. He tells stories about the wild adventures you have during the summer. And I like how you laugh at your own jokes and offer to help the younger years study for exams. But what really drew me to you is your temper. When I first met you, you were ripping Siri a new one for making a first-year cry, and then you broke Potter’s nose. I’d never seen a woman hold her ground like that before, it was… enchanting.”

 

Lily was grinning by the time he finished rambling. 

 

“And you were just sitting on this all this time?” Lupin asked, reminding the pair of his presence. 

 

“I’ll admit, Potter was a bit of a deterrent when it came to asking you out. I didn’t exactly want to paint a target on my back when I couldn’t properly defend myself.”

 

“Is he really deterring people from asking me out?” Lily asked, concerned.

 

Lupin sighed, “he has made it rather clear that he’s interested in you and he doesn’t think anyone else is worthy of your affections, but you knew that.”

 

“And I’ve made it rather clear that I’m not interested in him at all,” she responded.

 

“Yes, but people aren’t afraid you’re going to use them as target practice if they ask you out,” Black stated.

 

“Has he been threatening people with that?” Lily asked, aghast.

 

“I’ve heard that one from Sev, so I can only assume so,” Reggie explained, awkwardly shifting the box in his hands so that he could fix his hair.

 

“Lils, I think you’ve tortured him long enough. If you draw this out any longer, I’m afraid he’s going to burst into flames,” Remus said.

 

“Right, sorry about that. I accept your gift,” Lily stated, “on the caveat that we go to Hogsmeade together this weekend so that we can get to know each other better.”

Notes:

Edited 6th of July, 2025 for grammar and punctuation.

Chapter 2

Lily descended the stairs of the girls’ dormitory only after psyching herself up and reassuring herself with the fact that Lupin had great taste and would tell her if something was wrong. Dorcas Meadowes had already given her the okay on her outfit the night before, but at breakfast, Remus had reminded her that Regulus was a member of the sacred twenty-eight– and a pureblood heir at that.

 

A simple Muggle outfit might not be good enough for Heir Black.

 

Her high-rise bell bottom denims hugged her ass tighter than they did when she first bought the pair, but they had little embroidered flowers on the hips that were almost the same shade as the ribbon that had come with the gift Black had delivered in person. She’d tied the ribbon around her head like a headband with a little bow on top because she didn’t want her wild hair blowing too much into her face and couldn’t find any headbands. She wore a loose-fitting emerald shirt with a wide collar, tucked into her trousers. To top it off, she had a patchwork jacket made from about twenty different fabrics thrown over her shoulders.

 

“How do I look?” Lily asked Remus, who was reading a book in the common room while James and Sirius were hastily writing on some parchment.

 

“Beautiful,” he responded, not glancing up from the book. 

 

“Gorgeous,” James interrupted, stopping his mad scribbling to look up at her, “Like a drop of water in the desert, those trousers fit you like a glove, they must be a gift from the heavens. Or maybe it’s just that you’re a gift from the heavens, a goddess who’s descended–”

 

“James,” Remus scolded, “That essay won’t write itself.”

 

“But Moony!” Sirius interjected, “This isn’t even due until Monday.”

 

Lily laughed at their squabbling, and Remus lowered his book to glare at the duo, “And if you don’t do it now, you won’t do it at all, and McGonnagal will give you detention, and we’ll have to postpone that prank we’ve been planning.”

 

James sighed as Sirius responded, “Yes, Professor Lupin.”

 

Lupin glanced at Lily and raised an eyebrow when he noticed the ribbon on her head. “You want him to treat you like a princess?”

 

“I want him to treat me like a queen,” she responded jokingly, head held high, “Feminist liberation, and all.”

 

“He certainly will with that attitude,” Remus continued, “You look lovely, by the way. He won’t be able to resist you.”

 

“Who?” Potter interrupted again.

 

“Lily has a date,” Lupin explained, “And at this rate, you won’t have enough time to try to crash it, Prongs.”

 

“I can leave this room whenever I want to, Remus, you can’t–”

 

“Nobody escapes Professor Moony, Pronsie,” Sirius said darkly, “He’ll hunt you down no matter how fast you run and then he’ll glue you to the chair and not believe you when you say you have to use the toilet.”

 

Lily, having had enough of their banter and not wanting to hear what was, presumably, a very awkward story, said her goodbyes to Remus, then cast a hex at James for his comments and left to meet Regulus at the Entrance Hall. 

---

Lily spied Regulus while he was chatting with Crouch a few yards from the door. He looked incredibly well put together in matching slacks and a turtleneck with a navy blue trench coat left open on top. A few students were gossiping closer to the exit than where the pair stood, while others were hurriedly making their way towards the village. 

 

“You only need to memorize the meanings of the most prominent moons for each planet, but you should know all the names and locations for the test,” Regulus explained while Crouch jotted a few notes down in a book, nodding.

 

“Good, great. And for other systems?” He asked.

 

“That’s N.E.W.T. level, but you could mention one for the question about your favorite celestial object for extra credit, she said.”

 

“Am I interrupting?” Lily asked, the pair was standing awfully close together. She wasn’t jealous. 

 

“Hm?” Crouch’s head whipped up at the question, “Oh no, sorry. I was just asking Reggie what I missed in class the other day when I was getting my ears shrunk. Charm went wrong in class just before.”

 

“Oh right, you two are in your O.W.L. year, aren’t you?”

 

Regulus nodded while his eyes fixated on the bow on her head, “Yes, it’s quite the change in workload from previous years.”

 

“I know, it doesn’t get any better in the sixth year either. And I’ve heard horror stories about N.E.W.T.s,” Lily added.

 

Barty grinned wildly at that, “I can’t wait.”

 

“You’re bonkers,” Regulus told him, shaking his head lightly and smiling. 

 

“Just a Ravenclaw,” he replied, “Thank you for catching me up, have fun on your outing .” He wiggled his eyebrows extravagantly. 

 

“You’re welcome, enjoy your books,” Regulus told him, ignoring Barty’s display. 

 

“That was nice of you,” Lily said, once Crouch had left.

 

“Did you expect me to be mean?” Black joked.

 

“I don’t know what I expected, to be honest,” she replied.

 

Regulus laughed lightly, “Does that mean I have no expectations to live up to?”

 

“Certainly not,” Lily quipped, “I expect you to treat me like a queen.”

 

“I can tell,” he answered, glancing up at the ribbon contrasting with her hair, “And with that, I have something for you.”

 

“Before we even leave?” 

 

“If you’ll accept it,” he summoned a small silver box he’d been working on since she demanded an outing.

 

“What is it?” She asked as he handed it to her.

 

“I think it’ll be quite obvious once you open it, but I could tell you if you want me to spoil the suspense.”

 

“Now you’re just trying to hype me up.” 

 

“Possibly,” Regulus grinned.

 

She stared at the box for a minute without reacting.

 

“We don’t have to go on that date, we could just stand here staring at the box instead if you insist.”

 

“Don’t tempt me, Black,” Lily scolded fondly and took the box from his hands. 

 

“I can think of few things more tempting than gazing at you all day,” he replied smoothly.

 

“You can do that on our way to Hogsmeade,” she answered while a light flush colored her cheeks. 

 

Lily opened the box to reveal a single chocolate-covered cherry. She popped it into her mouth and moaned softly at the taste. It was rich and more flavorful than she expected, creamy and filling, with an almost undetectable hint of yarrow and peppermint. Regulus’s pupils dilated and refused to move from her lips, and she swallowed the candy.

 

“Thank you,” she said once she’d finished the sweet and banished the empty box. “That was really sweet of you.”

 

“Pun intended?”

 

Lily laughed.

 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he responded and held out his right arm. “Now, may I escort you to town?”

 

Lily chuckled and nodded, wrapping her arms lightly around his, “What is this, Pride and Prejudice? Yes, you may.”

 

Regulus placed his left hand over her right, securing her in place. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say our pride is at stake, but you’ve thoroughly shaken away my prejudices over the years.”

 

Lily laughed outright, and he led her out of the hall and down the steps of the castle. “You’ve never heard of Jane Austin? No, I suppose you wouldn’t’ve. She’s a famous Muggle author who wrote Pride and Prejudice among other novels. It takes place in the early nineteenth century and is about a woman who is courted by some aristocracy, it’s all very posh and dramatic, a bit old-fashioned.”

 

“Is it? There might be some similarities to proper wixen courting. After all, as a society, we haven’t changed in this regard for hundreds of years, and before the statute of secrecy, we shared many standards of etiquette with muggles,” Regulus explained.

 

“Really?” Lily turned her head to face him properly, “I’ll admit, I don’t know much about any of this. There aren’t many books on the topic in the library.”

 

“Would you like me to recommend some books? Or would you rather I tell you all about it?” He asked.

 

“I don’t see why you can’t do both,” Lily answered, “I’ll have my cake and eat it too.”

 

Regulus grinned, “I’ll have Mother send over some books from our collection for you; she has all these books on culture and courtship for witches that she never got to use because I decided I was a boy as a young child.”

 

“People can just decide that?” Lily asked, astonished.

 

“Yes. Wixen can, at least. Their magic can mostly change their body, with the help of a couple of potions, so that their outward appearance matches their inner image… And I suppose muggles can too, but they’d have a harder time changing how they’d look, and reproducing might be harder if they’re in heterosexual relationships.”

 

“Every time I think I get used to magic, people tell me about another incredible thing it can do.” 

 

“Is it uncommon for muggles to live as themselves?”

 

“Well, no,” Lily frowned, “But it’s difficult for them. A lot of people are against it, and they can’t change their bodies very easily. I wish muggles had access to the same resources wixen do, so many of their problems would be solved.”

 

“And just as many problems would be created,” Reggie countered, “There’s a reason for the statute of secrecy. Best case: everyone wants a magical solution for everything, demanding it as their right. Worst case: they kill us all because we’re different.”

 

“You really think people are that greedy? That unkind?”

 

“I know they are,” he responded, trying to keep a chill out of his tone.

 

The rest of their walk to Hogsmeade consisted of light chatter and subtle flirtations. They passed a few students relaxing and doing homework on the Hogwarts grounds or playing games on benches and rocks on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. The warm autumn air drew many people outside to enjoy the last dregs of summer before the Scottish Highlands harshly descended upon them with a vicious winter. 

 

“I was thinking of bringing you to Scrivenshaft's or Tomes and Scrolls first, but it sounds like you’d rather get something to eat?” Regulus asked once they’d gotten closer to town. 

 

Lily scrunched her face in confusion, and then her stomach rumbled, “Oh, yes. That would be nice. Sorry, I thought I had a hearty breakfast.”

 

Regulus laughed lightly, “It’s no problem, we’re not on a schedule. We can go to The Three Broomsticks if you’d like, or there’s this little diner across the way called Gillywobbles. It’s a bit of a walk, so not many students go there, and I’ve always enjoyed their food. It comes with the bonus that the owner’s morals are just as easily swayed as Rosmerta’s, so they don’t cut you off after a single butterbeer.”

 

“I’ve never been to Gillywobbles.”

 

“I promise you’ll love it,” Reggie assured her, “And if you don’t, we can go somewhere else.”

---

Gillywobbles looked like a traditional American diner. There was a cheap silver bar spanning the length of the building where you could see the kitchen through the window on the other side. Bright blue seats were nailed to the ground around the bar, and plastic booths spanned the remaining seating area. Brightly colored magical lights reflected on each of the seven disco balls hanging from the ceiling, and a jukebox in the corner played some soft rock. Neon lights spanned the ceiling and reflected against the disco balls, and the brick walls were each painted a different color and clashed like crazy. There was a black and white checkered floor with little scuff marks in the corners.

 

“This is wicked,” Lily stated.

 

A witch with hair taller than her head smiled, “You like it? My sis and I wanted this place to remind her of home.” She had an American accent and earrings the size of her fists.

 

“I love it,” Lily replied. “Do all restaurants look like this in America?”

 

The witch laughed and winked at her, “Just the fun ones.”

 

“Do you miss America?” Reggie asked, “Is that why you decorated like this?”

 

“Not a lick, we just couldn’t decide on a color scheme. Is it just the two of you today?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Would you like to sit at a booth or the bar?” She asked pleasantly. 

 

“A booth, please,” Lily answered.

 

The witch eyed both of them before she grinned and led them to a table in the corner, a few seats away from an old man reading the paper.

 

“Can I get you anything to start with? Drinks?” The witch asked after they sat in the booth. 

 

“Butterbeer, please,” Regulus requested.

 

Lily asked for the same.

 

“Today’s specials are fried shrimp and chips, avocado and pickled onion burgers, and the soup of the day is minestrone,” the witch informed them.

 

“I haven’t had shrimp in so long,” Evans practically drooled at the thought, “I don’t even want to look at the menu, I’ll have that, please.”

 

Regulus chuckled, “I’ll have the same, then.”

 

The witch smiled at the pair before writing down their orders, “Those will be right out, lovelies.” 

 

The couple passed the next few minutes with idle chatter. They discussed their dreams and hopes for the future. How Lily wanted to study charms with a master, and how Regulus was being reared to inherit his grandfather's seat in the Wizengamot and maintain the family’s wealth through investments and business management. 

 

The witch serving them came out with two steaming baskets of fried shrimp and chips that each nearly overflowed onto the ground. There were little dishes of salt and vinegar, and another with mayonnaise on the side of the baskets. This was definitely an American-style diner; each basket was large enough to feed two people.

 

“This looks amazing, thank you,” Lily said to the witch as she placed the dishes in front of them.

 

The witch responded in kind and left as Lily dug into the meal. Regulus only picked at his food while carrying most of the conversation, and Lily devoured the shrimp and chips. Both of her hands were involved as he alternated them; one would dip a morsel into the mayo while the other threw a bite into her open mouth. She hunched over the dish so that she could shovel food into her mouth faster than most deemed appropriate.

 

“This is so good,” Lily moaned after swallowing a mayo-dipped chip, “I can’t believe how hungry I am.”

 

“You look it,” Regulus replied, his face blushing wildly. 

 

“Oh, Merlin, I’m being so rude right now, aren’t I?” Lily sat up properly and wiped her hands on a napkin. “Sorry, I couldn’t think about anything other than eating. I don’t know what came over me.”

 

“It’s okay,” he reassured her, “I like that you can let loose like that.”

 

“That’s a polite way to say slobbish,” Lily responded after she downed half of her butterbeer. 

 

“No,” he answered after eating another shrimp, “I really do like how you look when you eat. It’s like you forget about the world around you because you’re so fixated on your food.”

 

“You like watching me eat?” She shoveled more chips into her mouth and quietly moaned at the taste.

 

Regulus pulled out his wand from underneath the table and charmed his chips to fly to her plate when she wasn’t looking. A few flew over immediately. “I like the little expressions you make while you’re eating.”

 

Lily glanced up from her plate to look Regulus in the eyes, and a couple more chips and a shrimp flew to her basket. “Yeah, like what?” She mindlessly started grabbing food from the basket and eating it.

 

Regulus took a long sip of his butterbeer and tried to quell his rising erection. “You smirk at chocolate.”

 

“Really?” She’d nearly finished the food in her basket, so Regulus waved his wand to make half of his move over while she was still looking at him. His cock pulsed at the thought that Lily might eat both of their meals without even realizing it.

 

“Yeah,” he answered, “Like you just outsmarted it on a test. The left side of your mouth curls up, and your eyes narrow.”

 

“What else?” A hand fell to her stomach and rubbed little circles into the amassed meal there. She drank more of her butterbeer, almost finishing the glass, and Regulus watched her throat contract as the liquid went down and settled in her stomach. Her stomach, which was still hiding from him behind the hand that patted it absentmindedly.

 

“You bite your bottom lip, but just barely, when you see a lemon tart,” Regulus’s cock only hardened further at the description. He needed to stop talking about food.

 

“I hadn’t noticed,” she answered as nearly all of the food from Regulus’s basket jumped into hers. She dipped another handful of chips in the mayo, which had nearly been depleted from the little cup, and ate them. A small line of the dip splattered on her cheek. 

 

“Mhm,” Regulus was practically panting in his seat as his cock strained painfully upwards. He wanted to lick the mayo off her cheek and force the rest of the food down her throat.

 

“Do you like how expressive I am?” Lily asked as she finished off all but a few chips.

 

“Lily,” Regulus’s cheeks were bright red, and he tried to hide them behind the half-empty glass of butterbeer, “I love it.”

 

“I would’ve thought that Slytherins were all about hiding their expressions,” Lily finished her butterbeer and contemplated the small amount of food left in Regulus’s basket.

 

“You’re not a Slytherin,” Regulus answered honestly, “I like that I can see what you’re thinking.”

 

“And what am I thinking now?” Lily asked as she slowly reached into Regulus’s basket and stole his food, shamelessly.

 

“That, despite having such a large meal, you could go for something sweet to top it off.”

 

Lily gave him an award-winning grin.

---

“I assume you didn’t bring a quill on this outing, and you’re going to need one. So we’re going to pop over to Scrivenshaft's real quick, and I’ll get us some quills and parchment so we can enjoy the next part of this,” Regulus explained. 

 

“You don’t have to pay for everything today, Reggie,” Lily said, “You got lunch, so I’ll get these.”

 

“Lily,” Regulus made an exaggerated sigh, “I could buy everything in that shop and not see a dent in my financial portfolio. Until you can say the same, let me pay.”

 

Lily flushed and curled her body inwards, “You’re making it really hard to be a modern woman, Heir Black.”

 

“It’s not like I’m buying anything outrageously expensive for you, it’s just a quill,” he reasoned.

 

“And lunch, and all those baked goods. Those couldn’t’ve been cheap.”

 

“Really, it was nothing,” he insisted, even though they had cost a pretty knut.

 

Lily relented and let him buy her a beautiful white swan feather quill with a pearlescent gloss on the vane of the shaft and a couple of dark reed pens that had caught her eye. 

 

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?” Lily asked when they entered Tomes and Scrolls, and Regulus pulled out a short pile of small cardstock, two inkwells, and a quill. 

 

“I’d noticed that you like reading poetry books as a break from studying, and Severus mentioned once that you enjoy writing some too, so I thought that we could write some here. Using only the words visible in this room without moving anything.”

 

Lily grinned maniacally at that, “So that open book in the corner is fair game?”

 

Regulus paused, “I’ll admit I didn’t notice that, but I suppose it counts,” he walked over to the book for a closer inspection, “I’m not sure what you’re gonna use from the Goblin War of 1278, though.”

 

“I’m sure I’ll find some use for it,” Lily licked her lips maniacally. 

 

“Why do I suddenly feel as if I’ve made a rather sizeable error of judgment?”

 

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out,” she answered with a shit-eating grin.

---

“You could’ve told me you participate in improv poetry slams during the summer.”

 

“And miss your shocked face?” Lily chuckled, “I think not, but next time we’ll have to do something you’re good at.”

 

“Does this mean I get another date?” He asked, rougishly. 

 

“Possibly,” she answered.

 

“In that case, I have one more thing for you, Lily.”

She blushed and replied, “If you keep this up, I’ll be spoiled before you know it.”

 

Regulus summoned another silver pastry box from his room and said with a cheeky grin as he held it out to her, “Does that sound all so terrible?”

 

Lily laughed, “You’re incorrigible, but,” she leaned closer to him and pressed a quick peck on his cheek, “I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

 

“Does this mean you’ll let me treat you as much as I want?”

 

“Depends… is that a lemon tart?”

 

“It might be.”

 

“Same time next week?”

 

“You plan to sneak us to Hosgmede?”

 

“I might be.”

 

Regulus laughed.

 

“And don’t be afraid to find me in the library, I can see you when you try to hide behind the shelves.”

 

“Maybe I just want to pine from a distance,” he explained.

 

“If you wanted to pine from a distance, you would’ve never sent me those sweets.”

 

Regulus grinned, “You’re right, but I can’t help appreciating when you have your mouth around something delectable, Evans.”

 

“I’m sure you love it when my mouth is wrapped around something, Black,” Lily not so slyly glanced at his groin.

Notes:

Edited 6th of April, 2024 due to a silly error of wording.

Edited 6th of July, 2025 for grammar and punctuation.

Chapter 3

The appetite stimulant became a near-daily addition to Lily’s morning sweets. The chocolate cherry from their first date had confirmed it, after all. Lily did not notice the subtle yarrow and peppermint taste of the potion, and she did not attribute her change in diet to the laced pastries she gorged herself on day after day. Even on days she didn’t receive any potions, she filled her plates higher than ever before with thick sausages, eggs, and beans over toast with avocado, fried potatoes and tomatoes, and mushrooms and ham. She no longer changed her breakfast over what baked good she’d received that morning and instead piled a little bit of everything onto her plate. And as time progressed, she started to add a bit more than a little bit of everything until she was eating almost twice as much as she did at the start of the semester.

 

And nobody seemed to notice, or even care, but him. Even Lupin didn’t seem to have any concerns over his friend eating twice the amount she had in the past. And Severus didn’t notice that Lily always seemed to be munching on something during their group study sessions– relocated to one of the study rooms in the library instead of one of the tables so that the Madam wouldn’t notice their blatant disregard of the rules. Regulus had taken to carrying a verifiable banquet to these study sessions in nuts and fruit, sometimes even sprinkled with potions to entice Lily into eating it all.

 

And these changes in her diet were starting to become visible in Lily’s body. After only two weeks of being drugged nearly every day at breakfast and sometimes before dinner when Reggie would offer her an ever-so-innocent pick-me-up in the shape of a large handheld chocolate that would melt over her fingers so that she’d have to lick and suck on them to get the last of it; her hips had visibly grown a couple of centimeters in each direction. He wanted to take a measuring tape to her hips to see the proof of their growth. When she took off her outer robe, he could see her trousers straining to contain their mass, even after several expanding charms. The top of her hips had started to push out over the belt line of her trousers like an overfilled muffin, and it took all of Regulus’s strength not to grab at the flab gathering there when they kissed. He wanted so badly to push and pull at her skin and dig his fingers into the growing fat on her hips and ass– her ass which strained so much against her trousers it was a question of when – not if they would rip at the seams.

 

Her exuberant eating habits increased her bust size as well. What once only barely protruded from her chest the year before were now proper handfuls that bounced nearly as much as her ass while she walked. Those tits would fit perfectly in the palms of Regulus’s hands and he wanted to squeeze them almost as much as he wanted to paw at her ass.

 

But above all else, he wanted them to grow. He wanted her entire body to double in size and be so pillowy and soft that he could sink into her body like it was made of molasses. He wanted her entire body to ripple when he fucked her and for her stomach to be so soft it was nearly malleable like clay. And the day he could do so would be so near if only her waist had gotten the memo that it was time to grow. But it was stubbornly remaining at fifty-eight centimeters, which made her entire body look like some blown-up sex doll. She attracted the eyes of nearly every male student, and a good portion of the female ones, too, along with a few members of the staff, and it drove Regulus wild with jealousy. 

 

He wanted to brand her with the sigil of his house and cover her in his family jewelry to keep all of the lecherous gazes just that: gazes. Regulus could see the contemplation in his classmate's eyes. He knew how they wanted her enough that they didn’t mind that she was a Muggle-born. In fact, her being a muggle-born was only a bonus; that meant they could fuck her and had no obligations to marry her if she fell pregnant. And Regulus would never let that happen to her.

---

“Regulus,” Barty pulled him away from the rest of the crowd after transfiguration one day, “You remember that time you were almost caught with a school of flying fish and I covered for you in front of Professor Vector?”

 

Black pulled Crouch into an empty classroom nearby. “What did you do?”

 

Barty groaned, so Regulus amended, “Or: what do you need me to do to cover it up?”

 

“I don’t even know if I want to talk to you about this after all, this is so mortifying,” he sat on a dusty desk and pressed his face into his hands.

 

“You mentioned the flying fish incident, so this must be stressing you out if you’re calling on that favor.”

 

“You’re the only person I know who won’t make fun of me for asking you about this,” Barty almost mumbled.

 

“Then stop quibbling and just ask me,” Regulus crossed his arms and did his best impersonation of his mother’s conflicted look.

 

“I like Severus.”

 

Regulus considered this for a moment before saying, “So you’re worried about Lupin being competition?”

 

“No,” Barty bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I like Remus too.”

 

“So date both of them, I don’t see the issue.”

 

“The issue is that my father is still trying to set me up with that Selwyn girl or one of the Travers twins.”

 

Oh. Well, that was a slight problem, “Have you told him that you don’t like women?”

 

“Yes, but he’s old-fashioned like that,” Barty sighed, “He wants me to have an advantageous marriage to someone politically favorable and keep romantic interests on the side.”

 

“That is so eighteenth-century, does he expect you to be a monk?”

 

“He wants grandchildren.”

 

“That’s definitely not happening with a woman. He knows about the Pellinose Pregnancy Potion, right?”

 

“He doesn’t think a Crouch man should ever be pregnant.”

 

“I’m sorry,” Regulus choked on a laugh, “Does your father not permit you to court any men because he thinks you’re a bottom?”

 

“Because the only possible reason I could like men is because I want their dick in me. It’s the curse of being blond and beautiful,” Barty joked, “Yes: that’s what he thinks.”

 

“And if you bring a big, burly wolf home, that’s only going to confirm his fears,” Regulus refused to be amused by the situation.

 

“I don’t even know if either of them likes me,” Barty bemoaned, “What if I go through all the trouble to get permission to court them and they turn me down?”

 

“That’s not going to happen,” Regulus promised, reminiscing on all the not-so-subtle looks of longing from all three of them over the course of the year so far. It was impressive, really. How they all managed to time their looks like they were scripted in some comedy of errors, each gazing up just as the other turned away.

 

“They’re both upperclassmen and so much smarter than I,” Barty continued, “Severus is the best potions student in the school. He’s already got potioniers vying for him as an apprentice once he graduates, and he’s one of the top defense students, too. He was telling me the other day how he wanted to do a dual mastery. And Remus can’t decide if he wants to do defense or history, and he’d be so good at runes and magizoology as well…” 

 

Regulus let Barty’s rambling fade into the background as he contemplated the issue. Neither of them are pureblood nor did they expect to be courted as such. And the Crouch line wasn’t beholden to strict matchmaking processes. 

 

“Why don’t you just ask them on a date?” Regulus interrupted Barty’s idle chatter.

 

“Pardon?” Barty nearly fell off the desk he was sitting on.

 

“A date. A muggle date,” Regulus elaborated.

 

“But they’re wizards,” Crouch was flummoxed.

 

“Yeah, but they’re half-bloods. They both grew up mostly in the Muggle world, too. Severus would probably freak out if you tried to court him from the get-go, and Remus would probably turn you down without even considering it.”

 

“So I should play at being a muggle instead?” Barty shook his head, “That’s impossible, what would my father think?”

 

“Probably that you’re keeping your romance on the side. And once you’ve gotten to know them better and they’ve proven themselves as competent wizards in the world, you could court them openly. Your father could hardly turn down a match with what will be the biggest name in potions advancements in a few years and the poster child for dark creature integration who’ll have more scholarly certifications than most mediwixen and professors.”

 

“That’s not a terrible idea, but there’s still the problem of them not liking me,” Barty admitted, “How did you get Lily to give you the light of day?”

 

“I don’t recommend using my method of throwing money at the problem; they’d probably just get offended,” Regulus said, honestly.

 

“Do you think if I wait long enough, Remus will get the courage to ask the pair of us out? He’s the Gryffindor.”

 

Regulus did not think that Remus would ever manage to ask anyone out, on account of being afraid of inadvertently sharing his lycanthropy.

---

A week or so after his conversation with Barty, Regulus opened the door to the study room he knew Lily frequented. He was hoping he could butter her up to consider entering the next stage of courting and signing a contract.

 

“If that’s you, Potter , you should run before I make the next one permanent.”

 

Or perhaps that conversation was best had later.

 

“Dare I ask what caused your ire?” Regulus was tempted to leave and come back once she’d had a chance to cool down or possibly find Potter and hex him again. Her hair was moving on its own, like there was a strong wind making it fly every which way in a halo behind her, with bright yellow and red sparks shooting out of the ends of it. It only sparked red when she was really pissed off.

 

“ Your brother ,” oh no, “and Potter tried to feed Severus a love potion today.”

 

“Fuck,” Reggie sighed, “they’re going to end up in Azkaban someday.”

 

“And do you know how ‘Darling, sweetling Minnie’ punished them for ‘only a joke, just a silly prank, we swear’?” She tilted her voice in a crude approximation of James' pleas. 

 

“A week of detention?” He guessed. 

 

“Close, two.”

 

“Dare I ask what hex you used?”

 

“Curse, I removed his balls for a week.”

 

“I love you,” Regulus blurted out before he could think to stop it. Maybe the Black Family madness hadn’t passed him by if threats of violence were affecting him this way.

 

Lily froze.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

 

“Make me uncomfortable?” She asked, “Maybe that should’ve, but you didn’t. Do you want to take it back?”

 

“Should I?” Regulus asked, “Probably. I meant that I love how vindictive you are. Your viciousness is attractive, I like how vocal you are about everything that pisses you off.”

 

“Got any other adjectives that start with a V for me?” Lily half-heartedly joked.

 

“Vibrant,” Reggie responded immediately, “vexatious, valued, volcanic, vital… voluptuous.” 

 

“That’s rather verbose of you, Regulus,” Lily smirked at the unintended continuation.

 

Regulus grinned, “My mother made me eat a dictionary as a child.”

 

Lily groaned, “Don’t start, I missed lunch while trying to avoid those marauders.”

 

Regulus summoned a lemon tart from the trove he kept downstairs. “I can’t make my brother or his friends less of a dunce, but I can try to help with that problem of yours.”

 

Lily glanced at the tart, “Is that all you’ve got?”

 

Regulus quickly summoned another and said nothing as she devoured the two of them. Her hair was whipping around slower, but still sparking just as strongly. He eyed her warily as she quirked a brow expectantly.

 

“You know, I’d been saving this for a special occasion, but I think you might need these now,” he said, summoning the box of chocolates he’d been working on for the past couple of weeks. 

 

Lily opened the box and gasped, “They’re so pretty I almost don’t want to eat them.” Twenty-four chocolate truffles gleamed in the box, each decorated differently from the others.

 

“Well, don’t let that-” Regulus started, but she popped one in her mouth and moaned, “Stop you. I thought you said they were too pretty to eat.”

 

She grinned, and the red sparks stopped shooting from her hair. “I said almost , and besides, I wouldn’t deny you the chance to see me eat them after you went through the trouble to get them. No matter how pretty they are.”

 

“You want me to watch you eat them?” Regulus asked, his eyes glued to her lips as she bit into another truffle.

 

“Don’t try to lie to me, I know you want to,” she grinned sheepishly at him, “You wouldn’t get me so many sweets if you didn’t want to see me eat them– or maybe see the effects of me eating them.”

 

“What do you…” Regulus trailed off, unsure of what to say. What if she knew? What if she hated it and wanted to stop seeing him?

 

“I can feel your eyes on me at mealtimes. You can’t stop watching me when I eat, and sometimes you get very still like you are now, and blush when a fork touches my lips. Kind of like how you’re blushing now.”

 

“Lily–”

“And I know you sometimes put an appetite stimulant in the tart,” she said, “I can smell the yarrow and peppermint in the potion, I’m not top of the class for nothing. And on those days, you always bite your lips and loosen your tie like I’m putting on a show for you.”

 

“Do you hate me?” He asked, grey eyes finally lifting from her lips to catch her eyes.

 

“No,” she answered, popping another chocolate into her mouth. He could feel his cock start to swell. Why was she still doing that? She had to know he’d done something to those as well. 

 

“I like how you look at me, like I’m the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. And I like how I look like this, with ample hips and an hourglass figure, I wouldn’t mind making these girls bigger,” she lightly shook her breasts before him. They were big enough now that they swayed a couple of times back and forth after she stopped moving.

 

“And if the extra weight goes somewhere else?” He asked. 

 

“Well, I always thought Molly was a rather attractive witch,” she ate another truffle and groaned, “Mmh, raspberry. How far do you want to take this?”

 

“Maybe ten kilos?” Regulus started, unsure of how much Lily was willing to play into this. 

 

“Only that? I don’t think we should stop at a pound under four stone.”

 

“ Fuck ,” Regulus moaned. His dick twitched against his trousers. 

 

“Would you still want me if I had belly rolls?” She pressed her hands against her stomach and tried to pinch and pull the skin there to no avail; it was still as smooth and thin as it had been at the beginning of the year.

 

“You have no idea how much I want that.”

 

Lily grinned a devil’s smile and mounted Regulus, straddling his lap and pressing her chest against his. She quickly glanced down at his crotch, the fabric pressed tight and tented upwards, “I can make a guess. Will you feed the rest to me and tell me what you did to them to make them so special?”

 

Regulus nodded dumbly.

 

“Do you know how lembas bread is made?” He asked, popping another chocolate into her mouth. His fingers brushed against her lower lip, and her tongue darted out– as if to lick him, but narrowly missed.

 

“Should I?” She asked, after taking a sinful amount of time sucking on the candy before slowly chewing and swallowing it.

 

“It’s really a giant loaf, with a special shrinking charm to preserve the nutritional properties,” he grabbed another truffle, already a quarter of the way through the box. “A small bite can feed a person for a day because it’s actually a whole loaf of bread, just masquerading as a few crumbs.”

 

Lily moaned and her hips thrust forward in Regulus’s lap, “Is that what you did to these? Are they bigger than they appear?”

 

Regulus gently shoved two more into her mouth, and with his other hand grabbed her hip to still her, “Yes, and if you keep doing that, I’ll cum in my pants.”

 

“And if I want you to?” she asked after swallowing another.

 

“Before the fourth date? I didn’t realize muggles were so forward.”

 

“They’re not, usually, this is just really fucking hot. How big are they?”

 

Reggie fed another truffle to her, “Only half of them are shrunk.” Another entered her mouth, and she whimpered. Regulus leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “They’re the size of a bundt cake, each.”

 

“Shit, how am I going to be able to eat them all?”

 

“You want all of them?” Regulus asked, half joking. 

 

“ Please , you’ve taught me how to be greedy. Can’t I indulge just this once?”

 

Regulus unceremoniously popped another in her mouth in response, not bothering to correct her. Halfway through the box, now.

 

“You’re not afraid you’re going to burst?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against her hip to ground himself in the experience.

 

“Not if you’re here,” she answered.

 

“The half that isn’t shrunk with the elven spell have potions in them,” he placed another couple of truffles in her mouth when she tried to interrupt, and she pouted for a second before moaning at the taste, “To help you digest them and to prolong the digestive period for only these truffles so that you don’t break. It took the elves a long time to make lembas bread that would feed someone throughout a couple of days after only eating one loaf.”

 

“So, theoretically, I wouldn’t have to eat for the next few days, and I wouldn’t go hungry?”

 

“It’s not that you wouldn’t be hungry; your stomach would still be empty, and your body would try to tell you that you still need food. Just that you wouldn’t have to eat to sustain yourself if you didn’t want to,” he explained.

 

“And if I want to eat more? What happens then?” 

 

Regulus fed another chocolate to her, barely able to contain his desire to force them all down her throat. Based on how this was going, she’d probably like it, too.

 

“Then these are all the more effective.”

 

Another two truffles entered her mouth, and she savored them before replying, “How many calories is this?”

 

“The shrunken truffles should be close to seven thousand calories each, the others only sixty.”

 

“Don’t people normally eat two thousand a day?” Lily asked before taking another chocolate into her mouth and nibbling on Regulus’s finger for a moment. 

 

“Something like that, wixen need a bit more to power their magic, though.” Another truffle was pushed into her mouth. “This box alone has more calories than most people eat in a month.”

 

Lily moaned at the thought, and Regulus took the chance to push two more into her mouth.

 

“Only three left, Lily,” he told her, “You’re doing so good.”

 

She blushed a bright fuchsia, “How much weight do you think I’ll gain from eating all of these?” 

 

“Maybe twenty-five pounds?”

 

“And you said you wanted to start with only ten kilos.” Her pupils dilated so wide that Regulus could barely see her irises. 

 

“I didn’t want to scare you away.”

 

“I don’t think you could if you tried,” Lily said before turning to glance at the chocolates left in the box. “Do you think I could fit all those in my mouth at once?”

 

This time, Regulus groaned, “Only one way to find out.”

Notes:

Edited 6th July, 2025 for grammar and punctuation.

Chapter 4

Notes:

So, I know it's been a while. Sorry about that, I promise no schedule for updates, they happen when they happen. That said, this is a bit longer than normal at 7k words, so I hope you enjoy it. I know I had a lot of fun writing it. Please tell me what you think it the comments.

“You know how we joked about sneaking ourselves into Hogsmeade for that second date?” Lily asked Reggie one evening. 

 

“Yeah, what about it?”

 

“I need to buy new bras, the resizing charms aren’t working on the ones I have anymore. I figured we could make a date out of it and go to London.”

 

“Did those chocolates work faster than you thought?” Regulus grinned. The chocolates had been weeks ago, and Lily’s clothes were just about bursting at the seams, trying to contain her.

 

“Yes,” Lily glanced down at her chest and pulled at her shirt. It was fitting snugger than it ever had been and became slightly sheer over her breasts from the fabric being resized. The poor shirt was hanging on by its last threads, and if she thought that was fine, he could only imagine the state of her bra. An item which he still didn’t understand the purpose of, but that was of no matter.

 

“How would we get there?”

 

“We could use that secret passage that Remus was telling Barty and Sev about the other day in the library–”

 

“You were spying on them in the library?”

 

“Yes, but that’s beside the point. We could use that passage to Hosgmede, then I’ll apparate us to London.”

 

“Sounds good, but why were you spying on them? I thought you liked them and respected their privacy.”

 

Lily groaned, “Ugh, I do. But I was really hoping one of them would confess to the others because I am so tired of hearing both Sev and Rem moan about how they’re undeserving of love and how much they enjoy the company of the other and Barty and how the other should date Barty because they’ll never be good enough.”

 

“Severus and Remus are both saying this?” Reggie chuckled, “That’s hilarious because Barty complains about the same exact thing.”

 

“Do you think this requires an intervention?”

 

“Would you have appreciated it if one of them gave you one about me?”

 

Lily paused, “You make a good point. But promise we’ll say something if they don’t do anything by the end of the year.”

 

“The calendar year or the school year?”

 

“Should we give them more than six weeks, do you think?”

 

“Do you think they’ll manage to sort themselves out within six weeks?” Regulus quirked a brow.

 

Lily groaned, “Oh dear Lord, they’ll never sort themselves out.”

---

Regulus very quickly discovered what a bra was.

 

“This looks absolutely nothing like the wizarding alternative,” Reggie pointed out, “Why are they pointy? And small, they’re so small.”

 

Lily turned away from the mirror and frowned at her boyfriend, “What do you mean by small? These are full coverage. And they’re pointy because it’s an older style, I can’t afford the nicer designs, especially because I assume I’ll have to size up in a couple of months.”

 

“What’s being covered?” Regulus asked, eyes glued to Lily’s soft stomach, how the band of the bra dug into the flesh around her breasts. It looked like it was painted to cup around her breasts. A soft, cream-colored sheer cotton that lightly held onto the scarce chastity she had left did little to quell his fantasies.

 

“They cover my breasts?” Lily asked, confused at his confusion, “Do you not have bras in the wizarding world?”

 

“Mother wears a slip under her robes,” he explained, “And Bella wears a corset-like bustier over that for support.” If he pressed his hands into the fabric, would it give and squish like her breasts likely would?

 

“That poor girl,” Lily sent a silent prayer to his cousin, “Aren’t those supposed to be uncomfortable?”

 

“I’m told they’re quite nice and breathable,” Regulus couldn’t stop looking at the miles of skin Lily was showing him. Her belly button cutely poked out just above the denims she wore. “And there are spells you can use for added comfort.”

 

“That’s something, at least,” Lily went back into the changing room to try on another while Regulus tried to cool himself down. Severus clearly had a screw loose for not understanding the sheer beauty and sensuality that muggle women's undergarments posed.

 

“I like that one, it’s not pointy,” Regulus said when Lily reemerged. The satin halter bra looked great on her, but it’s possible that Regulus was biased because he’d never seen a woman show so much skin before. The fact that it happened to be the woman he’d been panting over for months didn’t help.

 

“It’s also twice the price of the first, but I like the colour.” Lily turned to examine the bra at another angle in the trifold mirror.

 

The pale green, indeed, looked fantastic on her. Mint was a good shade to contrast her skin and bright hair; he’d have to remember that for the future.

 

“I’ll buy it for you,” Regulus said, “I’ll buy any clothes you want today. You could do with a few blouses and sweaters that fit you better.”

 

“You won’t think it’s too much?” Lily changed back into the clothes she came with and carried out the items she’d tried on.

 

“Not at all, let’s get that green number and see if other places have less pointy clothes.” Regulus didn’t want to give anyone any extra reasons for looking at Lily’s bust, and pointy breasts would certainly draw a few pairs of eyes. “I thought I saw a little boutique on our way here.”

 

Lily hesitated, “I don’t want you to spend too much on me, Reggie.”

 

“Don’t worry about it, that could never happen.”

 

“See, you say that, but…”

---

“I thought you weren’t going to spend too much on me,” Lily hissed as Regulus led her into a small boutique offering Janet Reger’s exclusive designs. She’d seen advertisements in Vogue featuring her undergarments before and knew that owning some was only a fantasy to her.

 

“And I thought I told you not to worry about it,” Regulus responded as he eyed a simple black camisole slip that was short enough in the front to show what was equally scandalous muggle pants that it was paired with, while being long enough in the back to cheekily hide them, “Lily, I simply have to see you in that.”

 

She approached the slip and felt the smooth, satin fabric; it would feel so good against her skin. The tags were attached with a short ribbon to the sleeve instead of a small bit of plastic poking through the fabric. 

 

“Regulus, this costs nearly fourteen pounds.”

 

“And?” He asked, “It would look gorgeous on you.”

 

“You’re certain that’s not too much? This is almost three galleons.”

 

“I don’t intend on going back to the castle until we’ve spent at least fifty,” Regulus insisted, hoping that he wasn’t pushing Lily too far out of her comfort zone. She’d need to get accustomed to frivolous spending if she was going to be Lady Black one day.

 

The rest of the trip consisted of Regulus and sometimes even the shopkeepers, coaxing Lily into trying on increasingly expensive clothing until she had an entirely new wardrobe constructed. Bags filled with Janet Reger, Fiorucci, Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, and Levi’s were strung upon the pair's arms, charmed feather-light. She not only had the bras she set out for, but also shifts, which were more appropriate for wizarding wear, nightgowns, pants, trousers, skirts, and all manner of new blouses and sweaters. Regulus had even convinced her to get a few dresses and accessories, and she now owned a few more pairs of shoes, scarves, and headbands. They easily exceeded his original goal of two hundred fifty pounds, and he couldn’t be any happier for it.

---

Remus sleazily wolf-whistled at Lily when she returned to the common room that evening, “Spent the day shopping with Regulus?”

 

Lily blushed and quickly glanced around the room, only to find it empty for once.

 

“Everyone’s at dinner still, now let’s see what he got you.”

 

“What makes you think I didn’t buy any of this for myself?”

 

Remus simply raised an eyebrow.

 

“Okay, fine, he did get all of this for me,” Lily relented, “He’s making it terribly difficult to be a modern woman, you know.”

 

“Oh, the perils of dating modern nobility. They keep buying you nice things, it’s simply horrible,” Remus feigned a faint onto the couch.

 

Lily chuckled at the histrionics.

 

“Seriously, though, did you enjoy yourself?” Remus sat up on the couch to look properly at the girl, “I know that shopping with a Black can be overwhelming at times, especially if you’re used to frugality.”

 

“It was… a lot,” she decided, “He told me point-blank that we weren’t returning until he’d spent at least fifty galleons on me. I have no idea how much most of this costs because I stopped looking at the price tags for my sanity. Did you know a bra can cost up to fifteen pounds?”

 

“Damn, fifty galleons on one shopping trip,” Lupin shook his head, “that’s half of what my father makes in a year. And what are you doing still wearing bras? Magical shifts and slips are more comfortable and cheaper; you don’t have to buy a new one every time you gain or lose a pound.”

 

“Am I the only sane woman around for wanting proper breast support?” Lily scoffed, “First Regulus, and now you. You don’t even have breasts, why do you have so many opinions on them?!”

 

“Have I touched on a sensitive topic?” Remus poorly hid his laughter.

 

“Don’t you start, he was going on and on about corsets like it’s the eighteen-hundreds,” Lily fell onto the couch, laughing, “And he hates cone-bras, he couldn’t make that clear enough.”

 

“You mean those pointy ones your mother wears that are only a decade old?” Their laughter filled the room for a couple of minutes before they could contain themselves again. “Are you going to show me what you got?”

 

“Yes!” Lily lay back on the couch and rested her head on her friend's lap. “But not the bras, I don’t want to think about them any longer.”

 

“Wait,” Lily paused, “If everyone’s at dinner, why are you here?”

 

“I ate earlier,” he answered slyly.

 

“Remmy…” Lily teased, “Did you have a date?”

 

Remus chuckled softly, “It wasn’t not a date, but I don’t want to tell you any more before I know where it’s going.”

 

“And I’ll be the first to know once you’ve figured it out?” Lily pouted and crossed her arms dramatically.

 

Remus chuckled and agreed as Lily flicked her wand and charmed all the bags Regulus bought her into a little line by size while all the bags filled with undergarments sprouted legs and scurried upstairs to her dorm.

 

“You should put on a puppet show one day with all the variants of locomotor you know,” Remus commented as a skirt pulled itself out of the first bag and filled out as if an invisible person was wearing it in front of them. It posed, turned, and posed again so that they could see all angles of the lime green midi that hugged the thighs and flared out at the bottom with a cute blue damask pattern printed on it.

 

“I’d need someone else to write the story,” Lily responded as the skirt folded itself up and went back into the bag, “unless it was poetry,” she added when a blue harlequin jumper filled out before them. It was meant to be tight-fitting around the chest and arms, but she’d gotten a size up so that she could wear it for longer. There was a low-cut V-neck that she was hoping would show off some impressive cleavage when she grew to fit it.

 

After a few bell-bottoms and square-neck designer tees, she pulled out a few rompers and a sundress.

 

“I bet he lost his mind when you put that on, Lils,” Remus gestured to the dress with a tight bust made of lace with a sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves made of crinkled fabric that went to her elbows, and an equally puffy skirt which graced her knees. It was mostly white, with a royal blue seeping up from the bottom of the dress and sleeves. 

 

“He turned bright red and refused to say anything about it,” Lily answered, “But I know just what to pair it with for our next date.”

 

“What date?” James nearly shouted, they hadn’t heard the door to the common room open, nor a few students enter, “Moonie! Tell me you aren’t dating Evans, tell me it isn’t so!”

 

Lily groaned and shoved her face into Remus’ thighs, which made Potter whimper.

 

“It isn’t so,” Remus answered blandly, “she’s simply showing me her spoils of war from the date she went on today.”

 

“Spoils of war?” Lily laughed and turned to face Remus while casting a silencing charm at Potter.

 

“Did you not reign victorious over his heart?” Lupin grinned and nudged her lightly, “At least show me what you plan to pair with this before James manages to undo that.”

 

Lily sat up and nodded as she summoned white pumps with a little black bow on the top. 

 

“Solid choice,” Remus stated.

 

And Lily summoned a dark blue ribbon belt and matching headband, which wrapped their way around the invisible figure modeling the dress. They had little black birds on them, which she wanted to try to charm into flying around on the fabric.

 

“Merlin's beard, do you want him to jump you?”

 

“Perhaps,” she answered slyly, “It has been a few months after all. I’m an adult, and he’s almost an adult, and I find that I’m quite fond of him.”

 

“Be safe with whatever you choose to do, you know the spells, right?” Remus asked as Lily spelled the clothes into their bags, and they scurried upstairs.

 

“Of course,” Lily answered cheerfully, “they’re charms.”

---

Their next outing, as it had been Regulus’ turn to plan a date, was a deceivingly simple picnic on the outskirts of the Black Lake. After Regulus had regained the use of his mouth and legs after seeing Lily dressed up just for him, he’d led her to the far end of the lake on the edge of the Forbidden Forest where the bank was made of smooth rocks and the shade from the trees protected them from the worst of the sun. The castle looked like a dollhouse from the distance over the water, and the fae and pixies skirting about and toying with the mermaids only added to the picturesque scene. Lily felt like she was in a fairy tale– like her Peter Pan had whisked her away for a fantastical getaway.

 

“I’ve been practicing this charm for you,” Regulus said as he placed the basket he’d been carrying down onto the middle of the blanket in between where they were sitting, “please don’t laugh if it doesn’t work properly.”

 

“ Cirica locum ,” he brandished his wand at the basket, and out flew a couple of porcelain platters and a tiered stand, which they placed themselves on. A set of three plates of decreasing size sat atop each other and nestled themselves down near Regulus and Lily, each, while the sets of teacups and saucers slowly hobbled their way over like they were walking with a cane. What looked like a champagne glass had given up entirely and had fallen on its side. It slowly rolled over to the pair and didn’t bother righting itself once it made its journey.

 

Lily tried not to chuckle at the reluctant behaviour of the cups and glasses.

 

Regulus cast the charm again, and the champagne glasses righted themselves as a teapot gracefully glided out of the basket with an entourage of a sugar bowl, milk pitcher, and a small plate with lemon slices. Spoons quickly flew onto the saucers, and a pair of tongs wormed its way into the sugar bowl. A set of silverware landed politely on top of pink napkins next to their plates. A bucket of ice appeared next out of the basket along with a bottle of something sparkling, which sat itself in the ice off to the side.

 

Next came the food. Delightfully small finger sandwiches appeared on the bottom platter with deviled eggs and toast piled high with avocado or fresh salmon and dill. The second layer became filled with crumpets and scones, and little pots of jam and clotted cream appeared on the table next to the display. 

 

“I knew I’d forgotten something,” Reggie mumbled.

 

“This is incredible, I’ve never seen such a fancy afternoon tea before,” Lily whispered in awe, “And the magical display was incredible. To have to focus on every little dish and remember them all is impressive, let alone controlling the movement of each one.”

 

Regulus blushed as the final layer of the display filled with bite-sized lemon tarts, cream puffs, macaroons, and more. “I wanted to impress you with magic I know you care about.”

 

“Consider me impressed,” Lily leaned over and kissed him thoroughly.

 

Regulus nibbled at Lily’s lip as she pulled away, “If that’s the kind of thanks I get before we even eat, I might have to start doing this more frequently.”

 

“Before we even enjoy this?” Lily quirked her lips, “You might like the next bit of gratitude even more, then.”

 

Regulus found himself blushing once again, as he could only imagine what Lily might have in store for him.

 

“What should I eat first?” Lily asked, sparing Reggie from his increasingly sexual thoughts.

 

“The cucumber sandwiches or gravlax toast. They’ve both got cream cheese and fresh dill, do you want me to grab some for you?”

 

“Please,” Lily said as she poured them each a cup of tea and added an obscene amount of sugar to hers and a dash of milk to Regulus’s. She grabbed a lemon slice for each of them and magicked them into juicing themselves into each cup.

 

“You remember how I take my tea?”

 

“You’re not the only one gazing longingly across the Great Hall during breakfast,” Lily joked before she bit into the finger food, “Gods, this is amazing.”

 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Regulus nibbled on his own serving– consisting of a single miniature sandwich and toast, “I asked Kreature if he could double what he was making for mother’s tea party today, and he even managed to squirrel away some giggle water.”

 

“And how many people is your mother hosting, Reggie?” Lily finished the sandwich with another bite before eating the two others that were on her plate.

 

“She’s trying to reconnect with cousin Andy, so it’s a small party. Just herself, the golden girls, Lady Parkinson, and Lady Nott,” Regulus explained.

 

“Reggie!” Lily’s face flushed pink, “That’s six people, I can’t eat six whole meals.”

 

“That’s what’s great about afternoon tea, it’s not meant to be a meal, just a light snack to get you to supper. You ate more food that time we went to London to buy you clothes.”

 

“Somehow I don’t think that’s all there is to it.” Lily grabbed the remaining sandwiches and toast from the bottom layer where they’d replenished themselves. The salmon was robust and flavorful, and paired well with the light taste of the cucumber sandwiches.

 

Regulus smirked in response.

 

“Did you do anything to these?” She gestured to the food in front of them.

 

“If I did, would you want me to tell you?” Regulus asked.

 

“Can you tell me after?” Lily ate another piece. She could almost fit an entire sandwich or toast in her mouth, but not without making her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk.

 

“You should do it,” Regulus abruptly changed the topic like he was reading her mind, “I bet you could fit two in your mouth if you really tried.”

 

“Would you like to see that?” Lily shoved an entire piece of toast into her mouth. It was hard to chew. The salmon stuck to the roof of her mouth while the cream cheese seemed to glue the bread to the salmon, and no amount of subtle prodding with her tongue seemed to dislodge the bite. The bread started to condense, which gave her enough room to chew the food before swallowing it.

 

Regulus breathed heavily as he answered, “I’d very much like to see that.”

 

And with that, she shoved the last two sandwiches into her mouth, which struggled to close around their mass. Some of her saliva dripped out of her open mouth and down her chin as she forced her mouth closed around the food. She felt like a boar with an apple in its mouth on a banquet table. As she chewed, bits of food kept falling into the wrong side of her teeth, barely being kept in her mouth by her straining lips. She was afraid a glob of half-chewed food would fall from her mouth and she’d be helpless to stop it.

 

“What a good girl you are,” Reggie praised her, almost in a daze.

 

Lily’s face blushed even brighter, and she chewed a couple more times before swallowing the lot in one go. She could feel the mass slide down her throat and settle in her stomach like an anchor.

 

“Only for you,” she replied, voice hoarse. She could see Regulus’s trousers tenting like he had a whole circus troupe in there. And he was equally short of breath as she was. She didn’t think he’d make it through the whole meal before creaming himself.

 

“Crumpets or scones?” Lily asked once they’d each calmed themselves down.

 

“Both,” Regulus replied as he secreted away the plates they’d been using back into the basket, “can I interest you in some giggle water?”

 

“Aren’t you a bit young for that?”

 

Reggie winked salaciously, “Don’t tell mother.”

 

Lily laughed and nodded, “I suppose a few months doesn’t matter.”

 

Regulus poured them each a glass manually, as he didn’t trust his charmwork not to spill some.

 

Regulus grabbed a scone and a crumpet each, while Lily took the rest of the display. Lily was still shepherding over the scones when Regulus reached for the clotted cream. 

 

“Oh, don’t you dare,” Lily warned him, and Reggie froze.

 

“Don’t tell me…”

 

“I won’t have to if you know what’s right,” Lily pouted for a moment before bursting into laughter.

 

Regulus joined her in laughter as he grabbed the jam instead of cream, “You almost had me there, I thought you were serious.”

 

“And yet you switched anyway,” Lily pointed out as she reached for a different flavor of jam. She wanted to try them all and had enough pastries for it to be possible.

 

“Well, I like it when you show me how else the world can work,” Regulus said as he added clotted cream on top of the jam for the first time in his memory. “It makes me think that we can work just as easily.”

 

“And for that, I think I’ll make this last one the Devon way,” Lily grinned at him as she placed jam on all but one. The cream was passed over, and she made quick work of slathering the pastries with it. “And which jam would you recommend I use?”

 

“Strawberry,” he answered.

 

“Is that your favorite?” She asked. 

 

“No, it’s yours.”

 

“Is it?” Lily hadn’t realized.

 

“At least, it’s the one that makes you smile the most, and you’re more likely to lick it off your fingers instead of using a napkin to clean your hands if you get some on them.”

 

“I hadn’t realized,” Lily answered before raising the Devon-dressed scone in the air like a cup, “Cheers to that, I guess.”

 

“Cheers,” Regulus similarly raised his Cornish-dressed scone.

 

They both took a bite of their scones, then said in synch, “Absolutely not.”

 

The giggle water proved entirely unnecessary as the pair burst into laughter once more. Nevertheless, they finished their scones. Regulus very politely nibbled on his and managed not to drip a single drop, while Lily got globs of cream and jam on the dress and dripping down her skin and through the thin lace that covered her breasts. Would Regulus like to lick them clean? She wondered.

 

“I’ve made a right mess of myself.” Lily reached for her wand in order to clean herself up, but Regulus stopped her. 

 

“Leave it,” he insisted, “Please. I want to see you all messy like this.”

 

“You’re not worried about it staining?” Lily asked, trying to keep her face from lighting up again.

 

“We’ve got magic for that,” Regulus answered as he spied a bit of dark red jam slide underneath her dress and onto her cleavage. He almost forgot to magic away the dirty plates and utensils before Lily started on the final tier of their tea. Regulus refilled their giggle water, and the teacups emptied themselves, and he poured them each a cup of a light, floral tea that the pot had refilled with.

 

“What should I start with?” 

 

“Do you want the lemon tarts first or last?” 

 

“Which would you most like to taste in my mouth when we kiss after?”

 

Regulus blushed, “We’ll save the tarts for last then,” he magicked all of the macaroons onto Lily’s plate and a single slice of strawberry cake onto his own. The cake replenished itself on the platter.

 

“Don’t tell me that’s an entire cake,” Lily begged.

 

“Alright,” Regulus replied with a grin, “I won’t.”

 

“You really think I can finish that?” Lily asked before distracting herself with a coconut macaroon.

 

“I know you can,” Reggie answered as he took a sip of tea.

 

“You’re going to have to roll me back to the castle,” She quickly devoured the half dozen macaroons on her plate.

 

The thought only enticed him further, “I’m sure that Kreature would whip up another one if you’d like.”

 

“You really think I could eat two entire cakes?” Lily couldn’t help but heat up at the thought. She didn’t think it was possible, but she wanted oh so badly to be good and do this for Regulus.

 

“Perhaps not today,” He answered, “but who knows what the future holds?”

 

A part of her was relieved she wouldn’t be tested so much; she had plans that required being able to move after this. Lily already felt rather full, especially considering that she’d eaten a hearty lunch only a few hours beforehand. But even so, she enchanted the cream puffs from the top of the display to dance onto her place.

 

“How many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth?” Lily asked once Regulus finished swallowing a bite of his cake.

 

“Three,” he answered before shifting awkwardly on the blanket.

 

“Would you feed them to me?” Lily asked before pushing their plates together. She wanted to hop on his lap and feel his excitement beneath her.

 

“Yes,” he answered.

 

Lily grinned and crawled across the blanket closer to him, “May I sit on your lap?”

 

Regulus all but pulled her there himself, “Absolutely, Lily-flower.”

 

“Lily-flower?” She asked before Regulus stuffed a cream puff into her mouth.

 

“Do you dislike it?” He placed two cream puffs in her mouth before she could answer.

 

Lily slowly worked her way through them and answered, “I love it.”

 

“Do you think you could take one more?” Regulus could barely hold the three cream puffs in his hand.

 

“I want to try,” She answered as she shifted her weight forward on his lap. She wanted to feel every little twitch of his cock.

 

Regulus swallowed, and his breath shortened as he placed the first cream puff in her mouth. She kept her mouth wide open for the second one and rolled her hips lightly as he placed it there. Regulus could scarcely believe she was so eager for this, and his hips jolted with hers.

 

“Easy does it, Lily-flower,” he whispered as he placed his free hand on her impossibly narrow waist. Her big, doe-eyes seemed to bore into his soul as he forced the last puff into her mouth. Some of the cream oozed out onto her lips, and Lily moaned salaciously at the feeling of having her mouth so stuffed. He wondered if she’d moan like that around his cock. The viscous white fluid on her lips further enraptured his senses, and he ground his erection into her.

 

Lily moaned again and her hips cantered softly against him as she sucked on the food and swallowed, only minimally diminishing the contents of her mouth.

 

“You look so pretty, stuffed like this for me,” Regulus’ voice came out deeper than he expected it to.

 

Lily’s cheeks turned strawberry-red, and her lashes lowered. With half-opened eyes, she looked just like the pin-up models from the dirty magazines he’d snatched over the years. By the time she managed to swallow the last of the cream puffs, she was panting as hard as he was.

 

Regulus wiped his thumb across the edge of her lips where some cream had settled and held it out as an invitation.

 

Lily moaned softly and took his thumb into her mouth to wipe the cream off. She sucked on the pad of his thumb and gently nibbled on the tip of his finger. Her tongue wrapped itself around his thumb and Regulus was so certain that he was about to cum from the sensation.

 

“I’m afraid you can’t eat me, Darling,” Regulus panted as he all but pried his finger out of her mouth.

 

“Not like that,” She answered before kissing him deeply. Lily fisted her hands into the front of his shirt and pulled his body forward so that it was flush with her own. Her tongue darted inside his mouth, and they kissed sloppily as her hands wandered slowly downward until they were at the buttons of his trousers. She pulled and tugged at Reggie’s shirt until it was untucked from his trousers, and her hands pressed against the smooth skin of his stomach and darted, treacherously, past his waistband one teasing brush of fingers at a time.

 

“Lily Lily Lily,” Regulus moaned, almost like a prayer, “Where do you want this to go?”

 

“I want to feel good with you,” She answered, her hair moving erratically behind her head like it had a mind of its own, “I want to be naked with you.”

 

Regulus picked Lily up off his lap and placed her on the blanket next to himself. He breathed heavily, waiting for his erection to quell enough for his mind to start working properly. 

 

“How far are you willing for this to go right now?” Regulus asked seriously.

 

“I want to put my mouth on you.” Lily reached out to grab his trousers, but he redirected her hands to his chest.

 

“Where?” He asked, breathlessly. 

 

“Everywhere,” She answered, “I want to kiss your chest and your cock and I want to blow you. I want to feel you in my mouth, and I want to swallow your seed and have part of you inside of me.”

 

Regulus could barely think beyond his desire to make those words a reality. He vaguely noted that Lily was unbuttoning his shirt and brushing it to the side so that his chest was exposed.

 

“Is that all?”

 

“And I want you to take my virginity,” She added before leaning forward and kissing his neck softly.

 

“Virginity is a construct,” Regulus said with his remaining brainpower. He felt like he was turning to mush as the girl of his dreams practically threw herself at him.

 

“I want you to fuck me,” Lily's hands were feather-light against his chest and tweaked his nipples, “I want you to put your cock in my cunt and I want to feel your hands on my clit and breasts. I want you to rock into me and make me feel– oomph–”

 

Regulus pounced on the girl and pushed her onto her back as he lay on top of her and assaulted her mouth with his own. Their tongues clashed, and Lily quickly regained her wits and rolled them over so that she was on top of him. Something fell behind her, but she couldn’t care less about the extravagant display when Regulus’s hands were slowly unzipping the dress down her back. 

 

“Those come in handy, don’t they?” Regulus stated as he pulled the dress over her head. Lily was left in thin, dark blue satin knickers and a matching bra. She had completely designed this outfit so that she would appear to belong to the House of Black.

 

Lily grinned as she watched his eyes wander up and down her figure.

 

“I expected to see stretch marks here,” Regulus pawed at the flesh on her exposed hips and dug his fingers into the fat there. Her skin was as smooth as a babe and malleable as a marshmallow. He wanted to sink his teeth into her and leave a mark.

 

“I brewed a salve for that,” Lily answered as she pulled Regulus’s shirt off his shoulders and started unbuttoning his trousers. Why did there have to be so many little buttons instead of a handy zipper?

 

“That’s incredible,” Reggie kissed the base of her neck at her collarbone, “You’re incredible,” he kissed her again and again.

 

“It would be incredible if you helped me with these buttons, Regulus.”

 

He waved his hand, and the buttons came undone, and Lily slid his trousers and undergarments off in one go. His cock stood at attention, freed from the strain of confining pants, and bobbed in the air lightly.

 

Lily licked her lips hesitantly. 

 

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Regulus said, “You can change your mind at any time.”

 

“I still want to do this,” Lily shimmied her way down Regulus so that her face was next to his dick, “Do you?”

 

For a moment, all Regulus could do was nod. 

 

“Very much,” he squeaked.

 

Lily lowered herself over Regulus’s crotch and kissed the tip of his cock. It spurted a little precum and she licked it up like it was candy before attaching her lips to the tip and sucking softly. Her tongue pressed against the length as she took more of it into her mouth, and Regulus swore loudly. She bobbed her head a couple of times before adjusting so that she could take him even deeper into his mouth.

 

“Lily,” Regulus’s hips jumped as he involuntarily thrust harshly into her mouth. 

 

Lily moaned around his cock in response. The feeling of having her mouth so full made her heavy with lust.

 

“Lily, if you keep doing that…” Regulus was a moaning, breathy mess at her ministrations, and she moaned even more at that. The vibrations sent his cock nearly into overdrive as he suddenly spurted cum into her mouth. His hands found the back of her head as he grabbed fistfuls of her hair and forced her further onto his cock. She grabbed onto his thighs and swallowed his length down her throat. It made him want to cum again.

 

“Fuck,” Regulus said, dazed. And Lily couldn’t have been prouder of herself.

 

“Was that okay?” She asked.

 

“Okay?” Regulus asked once he’d regained some cognition, “Lily, that was amazing. I’m speechless.”

 

Lily grinned and pulled herself up to Regulus’s body. She kissed him softly as he fumbled with the hooks on her bra.

 

“Lily,” he nibbled lightly on her neck, “How does this thing come off?”

 

She giggled and reached back to unclasp it, “You have to pull it together, they’re little hooks.”

 

And so he pulled the bra off of her chest to reveal her heaping breasts and rosy nipples. 

 

“I want to kiss you here,” his hands wrapped around her breasts, and his thumbs lightly grazed her nipples in tandem.

 

“Please,” she begged.

 

Regulus flipped their bodies around so that Lily was lying on her back and he was nestled between her legs on top of her.

 

“You look so gorgeous laid out like this,” he whispered before sucking a mark into the base of her neck. He kissed down her chest until he found a breast and sucked harshly on one of her nipples. She shouted out in pleasure and wrapped her arms tightly around his back.

 

“Regulus,” she moaned, “Stop teasing me, please. I’m so wet for you already, can’t you feel it through my knickers?”

 

“Sweet Circe,” Regulgus groaned, “I want you so bad.”

 

“Then have me,” Lily thrust her hips up to meet his, and her hands clenched onto the skin on his back.

 

Regulus pulled at her panties and lifted her legs in front of himself so that he could remove them completely. Little red curls furled out, and he reached for his wand before he could forget and cast a simple contraceptive charm on each of them. A part of him wondered if Lily would like it if he shoved his wand up her slit.

 

One of Lily’s legs fell back to the ground, but the other wrapped around Regulus’s ass and pulled him closer so that his cock pressed into her crotch.

 

“I was really hoping that would work,” Lily commented on the lack of dick within herself.

 

“You don’t want me to use my fingers first?” Regulus asked, “I thought it might prevent it from hurting.”

 

Lily gasped, “That’s a really good point.”

 

Regulus placed his left forearm on the ground near Lily’s head and his other hand slithered down her body to toy with her clit, “Is this where…?”

 

“Yes,” Lily answered, “If you almost pinch it between your fingers and rub little circles like you’ve got a grain of sand between them, it feels– oh Jesus,” Lily moaned and her body convulsed and thrust upwards in the little space she had. “Fuck, do that again.”

 

Regulus pressed his hips into her to hold her in place and pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed little circles into it while his remaining fingers played with her labia. She really was sopping wet down there. Lily moaned and swore as Regulus bit into her shoulder. 

 

“Reggie, Reggie, please,” she begged.

 

One of his fingers darted into her vagina and she squeezed him tightly. 

 

“Circe’s tits, Lily,” Regulus moaned at the sensation, imagining it around his cock, “You’re going to have to relax a little if you want to fit more than this inside yourself.”

 

“Christ, Reggie, just force another in there,” Lily’s hips began gyrating in small circles, “It’ll fit.”

 

Regulus wormed a second finger into her body, which expanded accordingly before accepting a third. He thrust his fingers in and out of her as tears welled in the corner of her eyes. Her reactions only spurred his lust as he ripped his fingers out of her, and she moaned loudly.

 

“Can I fuck you?” He asked one last time, pressing a close-mouthed kiss to her lips.

 

“What do you think we’ve been doing?” She gripped his back harder and thrust her hips up to meet his. “Don’t you dare stop.”

 

And with that, he grabbed his dick and lined it up with the hole he’d been fingering. He pressed into her and warmth bloomed in his cock, and the tight wetness was practically unimaginable. He wanted to fill her up and never leave. His body started shaking from the attempt not to simply plunge into her hilt-deep on the first go.

 

“Don’t try to be gentle now,” Lily scolded, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

 

“Merlin, you’re a greedy woman,” he worshipped her neck with little kisses, “That’s what I love about you.”

 

He forcefully sank the rest of the way into her body, and he knew he wasn’t going to last nearly long enough. Lily swore and moaned at being filled so abruptly.

 

“Will you play with your tits for me, Lily-flower?” Regulus asked sweetly. 

 

Lily only nodded and lowered her hands from his back to play with her nubs. She pinched them between her fingers and rubbed little circles into them. She flicked them hard with her nails, which caused her to clench down on Regulus’s length and thrust into him.

 

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Regulus prayed she would cum before he released inside of her. His hand found her clit again and he pinched it between his fingers like he did at first and rubbed it hard as he thrust out of her.

 

Lily screamed as he pounded into her, trying to find a rhythm that satisfied them both. He bit and sucked on her neck while Lily babbled and moaned.

 

“Reggie,” she managed to say, “Reggie I’m going to– Oh fuck, right there. Harder.”

 

Regulus fucked into her faster and rubbed her clit even more vigorously than before. Lily screamed out his name one last time as her entire body convulsed and shook. Her vagina became impossibly tight and Regulus abruptly came inside of her.

 

They both lay on the blanket in silence. Regulus, on top of Lily, tried his best not to crush her. They panted together for what felt like hours before they could speak.

 

“Can we do that again?” Lily asked as she wrapped her arms around Regulus.

 

“Absolutely, Lily-flower,” he replied, “Just give me… a few minutes.”

 

“I suppose we could finish that cake in the meantime,” Lily added.

 

“Assuming we didn’t roll in it at some point.”

 

“The tableware ran away when we kicked part of it,” Lily said, “I think it got offended.”

---

It became increasingly clear to Lily that Regulus would do just about everything for her; buy everything for her, fuck her, marry her, and give her a place in the world that she could only dream of. And she only had to keep gaining weight for him to do it. All the effort she’d put into developing a potion to keep her stomach as flat as the models she looked up to would be wasted, but she’d have more power than she ever thought possible if only she stayed with her snake.

 

And what a beautiful snake Regulus was. Not only was he physically attractive, but he was kind and funny too. He’d be the perfect man if only… Eating his apple was a small price to pay in order to gain his assemblage of power. 

 

She didn't even have to lift her fingers because he wrapped himself around them all too willingly.

Notes:

Edited 6th July, 2025 for grammar and punctuation.

Chapter 5

Notes:

I know it's been a long time, and I'm sorry about that. This one is a bit longer than normal, so I hope that makes up for it. The next chapter is mostly written, so it shouldn't be too long until that one is uploaded.

“When muggles are serious about their partner, what do they do?” Regulus asked Lily one day while lying on a blanket in an abandoned classroom. The pair had been ravenous in hunger and libido alike since their date on the lake.

 

“What do you mean?” Lily responded, frowning and lifting her head from Reggie’s arm where it had been resting.

 

“When wizards are in a relationship,” he started, “and they feel like they want to spend the rest of their life with someone, there are customs that they follow.”

 

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Lily flushed pink and hid her face in the nook of his neck.

 

“Yes,” he wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her head up to look her in the eyes, “Do you?”

 

“Yes,” Lily whispered before kissing him deeply.

 

Regulus teased her with his tongue for a moment before pulling back, “How do I show the world how much you mean to me?”

 

“You already have been,” Lily giggled and fixed a lock of his hair that was still sticking up from when she pulled on it earlier, “we’ve been going on dates, and my closest friends and family know.”

 

“You told your parents about me?” Regulus grinned slyly, “All terrible things, I assume.”

 

Lily laughed and playfully shoved him, “Don’t be an arse, of course I told them I’m dating the most handsome and courteous boy in the castle. They don’t believe me, but that’ll be rectified when they meet you.”

 

“They want to meet me?” Regulus kissed her collar and kneaded her stomach like a cat. It had finally grown slightly outwards, with just enough pudge to sink his fingers into lightly. He worshipped it every time he could see it bare.

 

“You really want to talk about my parents while getting me all hot and bothered?”

 

“Maybe you’re just irresistible, Lily-flower,” Regulus kissed the base of her neck and pulled her body on top of himself– a feat that was becoming increasingly difficult with every pound she gained. Whenever she sat on his lap, her thighs would spill over the sides of his legs and completely encompass them beneath her mass. His cock was shamelessly involved in every affair when Lily's body squished up against his own.

 

“I want to show the wizarding world just how much I love you,” Regulus’ hands wandered to her arse and groped her. His fingers dipped into her pillowy-soft skin and pulled at her fat. He still found it hard to believe he was allowed to touch her like this.

 

“And how do you do that?” Lily squished her tits against his chest.

 

“We sign a contract,” Reggie explained, “that defines our rights within and outside of this relationship.”

 

Lily frowned. “You want me to sign away my rights to my autonomy?”

 

“No, never,” Regulus kissed the tip of her nose, “this simply outlines what we’d like our future to be like together, what we’re willing to do for the other, and what happens should we break up. A contract is designed to show the world that two people intend to spend the rest of their lives together. They physically can’t be signed if either party is under the influence of a mind-altering potion or spell.” He purposely didn’t mention the many rituals that had been made specifically to circumvent this.

 

“So, it’s kinda like a proposal, just written down,” Lily simplified.

 

“The proposal comes later, and is usually a private affair, but yes. It’s similar.”

 

“Signing a contract is public?” 

 

“Both of our parents would be involved, and a record is kept at the Ministry.”

 

“And what if we don’t like it later on?” Lily asked, “Can we change it?”

 

“As many times as you’d like,” Regulus placated her and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. He didn’t mention how rare and expensive it was to edit a document that’s been submitted to the Ministry and Goblin Nation. It didn’t matter, after all.

 

“I’d like to do that, then,” Lily decided. And Regulus couldn’t hold back his grin.

---

“Mother, where’s that courting document that Father drafted up years ago?” Regulus asked not even a minute after arriving home from Hogwarts.

 

“No hello?” Walburga raised a single, pointed brow, “It’s good to be back, Mother. I’ve missed you, Mother. How have you been, Mother?”

 

Regulus chuckled, “Sorry. It’s lovely to be home.”

 

Lady Black grinned and pulled Regulus into the family room, where Kreature quickly placed some tea for the pair. After a quick greeting and a few sips of their tea, the woman started, “Now tell me about this girl that’s got you all out of sorts, Rug-pug.”

 

Regulus blushed; it had been a long time since he’d been called that . 

 

“You’ll love her,” Reggie promised, “She’s devious and vicious like I’ve only seen in pureblood women, but kind and caring towards her friends. I’ve never met another more greedy than her; she lusts for power, money, food, and everything– like her world depends on it. She takes what she wants by the throat and isn’t afraid to strangle it. Lily’s a monster in the making, and I can’t wait to see how she’ll grow.”

 

“Can she handle being Lady Black?”

 

“I can think of nobody more fitting of the title.”

 

His mother pondered her words before speaking, “What does she look like?”

 

“Does her appearance matter?” Most everything could be changed about her looks, if needed. Regulus was quite fond of her current appearance, but if needs must… 

 

“I need to know if I should give you Grandmother Melania's sapphires or Violettas' aquamarines.” She folded her hands in her lap and called Kreature to deliver both sets of jewelry to them and opened them before her son.

 

Regulus grinned, “The sapphires would look perfect on her pale, freckled skin. Grandmother Violetta’s earrings would get lost in her hair.”

 

Walburga sent the aquamarine set away with a quick brush of her hand. “Is that all you have to say about her?”

 

“She looks as bountiful as a harvest goddess,” Regulus exclaimed as he dramatically fainted onto a couch. “She has the most bewitching emerald eyes that glow like a hearth and a smile that could charm any fae. Her hair is as wild as a horde of erumpents and crackles and burns like the fires of hell itself. Her skin is pale as ivory, and she has so much of it. Her flesh is like the angel's cake, so soft and giving and malleable, and she has curves in all the right places.”

 

“And she wants ,” Regulus moaned and rolled over on the couch, “she wants everything there is to want like she needs it. She wants food and money and power more keenly than a niffler wants gold. She lusts for everything with a burning fervour, and she’ll take it like a storm of fire.”

 

“You’re grown poetic,” Walburga commented.

 

“She likes poetry,” Regulus answered dully; it didn’t really matter, after all. 

 

“I’ll talk to your father about that contract, he should have an updated draft for you within a day,” she closed the case of sapphire jewelry and handed it to Regulus, “For the lovely Lily. I can’t wait to properly welcome her to the family.”

---

“And I thought you let loose over the summer,” Petunia scoffed at her sister when she stepped into their house. It wasn’t exactly the warm welcome she’d been hoping for, especially not after her parents' unsubtle glances when she’d appeared from the platform. She hadn’t changed that much, had she? Sure, she’d gone up at least four bra sizes and when she’d been sitting in the back of the family car, her ass had splayed over the entire seat and even pushed up against the door a little. And maybe her stomach poked out a few inches and pudged around her belly button with a little line where her stomach folded over in half, but it was nothing outrageous.

 

“Petunia,” her mum scolded.

 

“It’s not like you weren’t thinking it too,” the young woman sneered, then turned her attention to her sister again, “What have they been feeding you at that school?”

 

“Petunia!” 

 

“Sow,” Petunia muttered under her breath.

 

“Arse,” Lily said just a little louder than her sister. 

 

“Enough.” This time it was their father who shouted, “Both of you to your rooms until dinner.”

 

Petunia laughed, as if to say, not like she needs it .

 

So Lily dragged her trunk to her room to wait for what would presumably be a very terse dinner.

---

“My boyfriend would like to visit over break,” Lily stated over a plate of boiled carrots. She hated boiled carrots; they tasted so bland and lifeless and ruined her appetite, and her mother knew that and rarely made them because of her tastes. It felt very pointed to see them placed on the table right in front of her.

 

“Your…” her father trailed off. 

 

“My boyfriend, the one I told you about in my letters.”

 

“Oh, that one,” her mother waved her hand, “are you certain he’s your boyfriend and not just your friend? It’s just, I can’t imagine anyone…”

 

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” Lily insisted while she tried to ignore what her parents were implying.

 

“Who would want to date you ?” Petunia dared to ask the question in their parents' minds.

 

“Regulus Black,” Lily answered, and all of a sudden it felt like too much, “And yes, I’m certain he’s my boyfriend, unless you tend to kiss ‘just your friends’ on the mouth.”

 

“We’re just worried about you,” her father tried to explain, “you’ve changed a lot and you don’t really look the way you did before–”

 

“What? You don’t think I’m pretty enough for a boyfriend? You think I’m being taken advantage of?” Lily stood up, and the chair squeaked against the floor. “For the record, he loves the way I look and he wants to meet you so he can ask for my hand.” Lily stomped off to her room, leaving her plate and the boiled carrots at the table when she should have taken them to the sink to wash. 

 

Lily couldn’t understand why her parents were suddenly so worried about these changes. They didn’t seem to mind these changes during the summer, and they’d been receptive to the idea of meeting Regulus before today, so what changed? Was it just their perception of her that mattered? Did they, like so many others, only care about how she looked and not how she felt?

 

A small knock on the door alerted her to her mother's presence. Nobody else in the household knocked so softly, “Lily-pie?”

 

“Come in,” Lily snuffled and wiped her nose, which she only just realized was leaking.

 

“Your father and I handled that poorly,” she explained.

 

“You think?” Lily couldn’t help but be sarcastic, and her mother raised an eyebrow.

 

“We were a little hesitant to believe that the man you wrote about in your letters was real, he seemed too–”

 

“Perfect?”

 

“Yes, and then when we saw you again and you looked so different, we just…” she sighed, “We’re worried about you, honey. What’s happening?”

 

“I just like food, that’s all.”

 

“And does Regulus like food too?”

 

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”

 

“He’s not,” her mother paused, “He’s not making you do this, is he?”

 

“What do you mean?” Lily couldn’t breathe. Did her mother suspect what they were doing? Did she know?

 

“You’ve always been a stress eater, and I’m worried that you’re not happy with him. You’re not eating away your feelings, are you? Because I can’t imagine many other ways to gain that much weight so quickly.”

 

Lily couldn’t believe how wrong her mother was, it was a massive relief, “Not at all. No, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

 

“Better than magic?”

 

Lily scrunched her face up, “Maybe not better than magic. But he’s so kind and courteous and wonderful. He likes to study with me in the library, and he learned some of my favourite charms simply to impress me. He’s terrible at writing poetry, but that doesn’t stop him because he knows I love it. He helps his classmates with their schoolwork and has a voice like raw honey.

 

“He’s one of those old families, the ones that are all magic and tend to be snobbish about it, but he doesn’t care about where I come from or where he comes from, he just wants to enjoy ourselves. He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world, and he holds me like he’s never touched anything so precious. Sometimes I catch him watching me with a dopey grin on his face, and he gives me little chocolates when I’ve had a rough day. I love the way I feel when I’m with him.”

 

“And you’re not pregnant, are you?”

 

“Mother!” Lily blushed bright red.

 

“Sorry, sorry, I had to double-check. When I had you and Petunia, I was ravenous all the time. It was so difficult to slim down afterwards, I was afraid I would never do so. And it doesn’t sound like there’s all that much adult supervision at your school; it sounds far too easy to sneak off and–”

 

“I’m not pregnant,” Lily insisted, “even if I were sneaking off, which I’m not, they put potions in the water.”

 

“They put…”

 

“Potions, so we can’t get pregnant or impregnate someone else,” which Lily wasn’t exactly supposed to know, but one day Severus brought up how he’d never seen anyone take or brew a contraceptive potion, and yet the hospital wing had no records of teenage pregnancies, so they spent a couple weeks investigating it in their third year. Still, Lily didn’t exactly trust the diluted potion, so she made sure to brew her own monthly contraceptive.

 

“Oh, that’s…” 

 

“Yeah. And they’ve taught us spells,” Lily continued, “I haven’t, but if I were to, er, you know , when I’m older…”

 

Her mother could only nod at that.

 

“Regulus,” her mother brought up again, changing the subject, “You said he wants…”

 

“To marry me. He wants to propose to me the wizarding way, which requires a written agreement between our parents before he can do that. Like a prenuptial agreement, but for an engagement.”

 

“You’re only seventeen, that’s far too young to be thinking about marriage.”

 

“It’s not, though. I’m an adult in the wizarding world,” Lily stated, “wizards get engaged and married sooner than Muggles, and I’d be twenty by the time we’d actually be able to marry.”

 

“Twenty?”

 

“He’s a year younger than me,” Lily explained, “We’d wait until he’s graduated.”

 

“Then why get engaged so soon?”

 

“Because otherwise, people will be sending proposals to both of us and asking us out. It’s not like here, where you’re considered off the market if you’re dating someone. And it’s smart to publicly declare your alliances because there are spells and potions people can use to influence others. If everyone knows I’m engaged to a Black, nobody would try to influence me, and if they did, it would be obvious something was wrong when I acted out of character against him.”

 

“Lily, you know I don’t understand the whole magic thing. What potions and spells?”

 

“You once told me about roofies and drugs that men might try to put in my drinks,” Lily started, “the ones that’ll make me dizzy or horny or pliant.”

 

Her mother nodded. 

 

“The magical ones are worse. They can make me forget who I am, put new memories in my head. If someone wanted, they could control my body like a puppet. If people don’t know who I’m connected to, they won’t notice that anything’s wrong if they suddenly see me with a man. But if everyone knows I’m with Reggie, and I start falling over someone else, everyone’s going to know something’s wrong.”

 

“So it’s a matter of safety?” Her mother verified, “You think you’re only safe with a man at your side?”

 

“Yes and no. Friendships are cemented the same way; the more formal bonds you have with others, the safer you are.”

 

“This seems all too much, like you’re preparing for a war.”

 

“There was a war,” Lily said, “not too long ago. People still want alliances in case another fanatic rises from the ashes.”

 

“Is that why you’re rushing into this? Are you afraid you’ll be hurt if you don’t?”

 

“I’m not rushing into this,” Lily begged, “This is simply the culture I’m a part of now.”

 

“I’m worried that if we agree, you’ll be stuck with him. Teenage romances rarely last.”

 

“If Regulus and I decide that we no longer want this, we can dissolve the agreement much easier than making it, because it only takes us to do so. Forming it is harder because marriage is a political conjoinment of two houses.”

 

“And you really want this?”

 

“Yes,” Lily nodded for emphasis, “And this isn’t an engagement, it’s more like an engagement for an engagement.”

 

Her mother sighed, “I’ll talk to your father, I make no promises about this prenuptial agreement, did you say?”

 

Lily nodded. 

 

“But the least we can do is meet this boy.”

 

“Thank you.” Lily knew it would be a hard sell, but she would fight with her last breath for this.

 

“And we can talk about a diet tomorrow.”

 

“Nooo,” Lily bemoaned, as she could already hear her stomach growling. If this talk of dieting continued, she’d have to owl Regulus for extra food.

---

A couple of days later, Regulus visited under the condition that they wouldn’t be left alone in a room together.

 

“It’s not like we can’t be alone at school,” Lily tried to argue.

 

“You’re not left alone with a bed together at school.”

 

Lily was too smart to argue that point.

 

“How exactly is he going to get here?”

 

“Apparition, probably,” Lily answered, “I can’t imagine him navigating public transit, and we’re a bit too far from London for him to be driven.”

 

“Is he too stupid to take a bus? Is that why he’s dating you?” Petunia sneered. She’d been demeaning her a lot lately, too often for their mother to admonish her every time.

 

“Regulus is one of the top students of his year; he could navigate a bus in a country whose language he didn’t speak if he wanted to. He’s too rich for the bus, however,” Lily answered honestly, “He’d rather pay to take a private car than use the bus because it’s quiet there and he can read without interruption.”

 

“He reads?” her mother asked.

 

Lily nodded, “We spend a lot of time in the library together.” She’d said so only a couple of nights before, but it didn’t shock her that her mother hadn’t paid much attention.

 

“You know, I don’t think you ever told us what this Regulus looks like,” her mother commented.

 

“Does it matter?” Lily asked.

 

“So, he’s ugly?” Petunia responded.

 

“Not at all, it’s just that his appearance doesn’t really mean anything, does it?”

 

Petunia laughed, “That’s what guys say when they know they’re ugly. I bet he has a double chin.”

 

“He does not,” Lily insisted, “He’s thin and has pale skin without so much as a single freckle or blemish. He has shoulder-length curly black hair that he tames into purposeful waves, but he’s got a little cowlick that irritates the hell out of him because it never goes where he wants it to, so he spends all day playing with it and making it worse. His lips are full, and he smirks like the devil’s watching, and his beautiful blue eyes can go from soft to piercing without a moment's notice. His eyes crinkle so beautifully when he laughs. And he holds himself with the air of nobility and dresses smartly– I don’t think I’ve seen him in something more casual than our uniform.”

 

“He sounds stunning both in character and appearance,” her mother commented.

 

“There’s no way he’s all that,” Petunia insisted, “you have to be exaggerating, no one that attractive could possibly want to date you.”

 

“I’m not, he’s one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, and he wants me just as much as I want him.”

 

“Impossible.”

 

The doorbell rang before anyone could say anything more.

 

“I’ll get it!” Lily jumped up and ran to the door. 

 

“I didn’t think she could move that fast under all that weight,” Petunia commented, and their mother knocked her on the head lightly.

 

“Hi,” Lily sighed as she opened the door. Regulus looked perfect in a muggleish button-up suit with a navy blue ascot and matching belt and shoes; it was stupid. She was stupid for him. Stupid, perfect man. He looked so awkward in Muggle clothing on the porch of a cookie-cutter house in the suburbs of some nowhere neighborhood in Cokeworth, holding a potted plant and a small box.

 

“Lily-flower, what’s wrong?” He put the items down on the chair closest to him on the porch and lightly cradled her face. “Did something happen?”

 

“I–” Lily moved forward and got a handful of her boyfriend as he embraced her, “Petunia’s being mean about the weight thing.”

 

“Her words mean nothing,” Reggie stroked Lily’s hair reverently, and he kissed her forehead. 

 

“Mum thought I made you up,” Lily continued, “she doesn’t think anyone could like me like this.”

 

“I like you like this,” Regulus consoled and grasped the hair on the nape of her neck lightly. 

 

“I know you do,” Lily lightly pressed a kiss where her face met his neck.

 

“Do you?”

 

Lily smiled and kissed his lips, “Of course, I do.”

 

“Are you going to let him in?” Her mother shouted from inside.

 

“Yes, mum,” Lily answered and blushed and turned to Reggie, “Can I carry one of those?”

 

“I should hold them for now,” Regulus insisted, “formalities, you know?” He placed the box in a pocket and cradled the pot with one arm.

 

And did she ever know what he meant by that? She’d spent the past month reading over a dozen etiquette books and still hadn’t learned all there was to polite wizarding culture.

 

“I missed you,” Lily added once Regulus entered the door, “One more kiss before we’re in front of my parents' scrutinizing eyes?”

 

Regulus chuckled, “Always,” and lightly nipped her lips.

 

The pair followed the short hallway into the living room, where Petunia was sprawled on a rocking chair and their mother sat on a recliner.

 

Petunia glanced up from her magazine. “No way,” she scoffed, “Impossible. This is fake, right?”

 

“Petunia!” Lily scolded her sister from across the room, “How is it that he can be here and yet you still deny his existence?”

 

“Because there’s no way he’s your boyfriend,” Petutia paused, “you paid him, right? Or you’re lying about it.” She turned to direct her next line at Regulus, “You know she’s going around saying you’re dating, right?”

 

Regulus was unsure how to respond.

 

“Just because you don’t want me doesn’t mean that others can’t,” Lily wrapped her arms around Regulus to answer for him, “Why do you find it so hard to believe that someone loves me?”

 

“Do you require a demonstration of said love and adoration?” Regulus interrupted before their fight could get any worse. He turned Lily to face him and grabbed her lower back to steady her as he slowly brushed her wild hair away from her face and leaned in tantalizingly close to her lips. They looked like they were models posed for the cover of a Hollywood romance.

 

“No,” Lily’s mother interrupted, “No demonstration is required.” Her view of Lily’s innocence remained intact.

 

Regulus retreated from Lily after kissing her cheek softly, “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

 

“You must be Regulus,” Lily’s mother politely nodded, as if the entire argument hadn’t happened, “It’s good to place a face to the stories.”

 

“Mum,” Lily’s tone teetered on the line between embarrassment and exasperation, and Regulus could only assume it was related to the abrupt change in their dialogue. Hopefully, Petunia would get over herself soon.

 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Misses Evans,” Regulus defaulted back into wizarding culture; he bowed his head lightly and held out his hand, palm up, for her. The woman hesitantly placed her hand in his, and he bent down and kissed the air above her knuckles.

 

“Well, aren’t you a respectable young man.” Lily’s mother commented.

 

“Not as respectable as your daughter,” he answered earnestly.

 

“That’s a load of tosh,” Petunia commented.

 

“Miss Evans has been nothing but kind and charismatic as long as I’ve known her,” Regulus answered.

 

“Are you sure you’re describing my daughter?” Lily’s mother asked jokingly.

 

“Mum!”

 

“Just because a fire crackles and roars, that doesn’t make the fire any less beautiful and giving. I think you’ll find that only the best fires can spit at you in tongues.”

 

Lily blushed the color of her hair. Regulus had gotten slightly better at poetic prose since the holidays.

 

“I have a gift for you, if you’ll accept it, Misses Evans,” Regulus held out the potted flowers for her.

 

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” Lily’s mother blushed red.

 

“Please, I hear that begonias are your favorite,” Reggie insisted, “These are enchanted never to wilt and to brighten any room they reside in.” They were a dazzling assortment, a myriad of colours, each carefully selected and preened for a perfect display, and quite possibly the most expensive flowers Lily had ever seen.

 

“These are stunning,” Lily’s mother accepted the flowers and gazed at them appreciatively, “They look rather spenny, are you certain this isn’t too much?”

 

“The cost is negligible,” Regulus answered, “When it comes to Lily, I’d spend all my worth for her.”

 

Lily’s mother frowned. “Lily is not for sale.” She held the flowers out to him and Regulus cocked his head. 

 

“You misunderstand,” Regulus blinked a couple of times, “I am not offering to buy her?” He looked at Lily with no small amount of panic on his face, “Is that something muggles do? Should I offer to buy you? How much would a bride cost?”

 

“We do not buy people in this advanced society, thank you very much.”

 

“That’s good,” Regulus responded, confused, “wizards don’t buy people either.” 

 

“Well, it sure as hell didn’t sound like it just then,” Mrs. Evans huffed angrily.

 

Regulus paused, “Misses Evans, I am sorry if I managed to offend you in any way just now. I merely want to show you that I can care for your daughter in any way she may require.”

 

“She doesn’t need caring for,” Misses Evans insisted, “She’s not some feeble old woman.”

 

“I want to provide for her,” Regulus amended, “Give her everything she wants and needs. I want her to be by my side for the rest of my life.”

 

“Lily will provide for herself,” her mother insisted, “She doesn’t need handouts from men. She’ll pave her own way and fund herself.”

 

This was that feminist thing Lily had talked about, wasn’t it? Did they think he was misogynistic? That certainly wouldn’t do.

 

“...Lily wants to be a charms master,” Regulus stated simply, “and work in spell creation. It’s one of the most lucrative jobs that requires decades of schooling, and I have no doubt that she will flourish in her endeavours.”

 

“Then why…?” Her mother trailed off.

 

“In wizarding culture, when formally introducing yourself to members of a family you’re considering bonding with, it is customary to display your own power to the other in the form it is greatest so that the other may understand what is to gain from an alliance,” Regulus spoke slowly and sat on a chair nearby so that he didn’t tower over the woman, “I am trying to say that I am someone that Lily, and by definition, her family, can rely on if she wants or requires it.”

 

“So you want separate finances, which is why you want a prenup?” Lily’s father entered the room from the kitchen, presumably having listened to the conversation prior.

 

“No,” Regulus answered, “As Lady Black, she would have equal control over the estate as I would.”

 

“I don’t understand,” Mrs. Evans stated.

 

What followed was an incredibly dull and convoluted explanation of wizarding finances, which bored Petunia enough to leave the room, and Lily felt an unwelcome urge to follow.

---

“Would you pass the potatoes, Reggie?” Lily asked after her second helping of dinner.

 

“Of course,” he answered as he moved the mash next to her and automatically served her two heaping dollops and topped her off with gravy. It was a large serving, especially considering that she’d already eaten two full plates of food just before, but Regulus could tell that Lily was simply starved after a couple of days of her parents' enforced diet.

 

“You don’t think that’s too much, Regulus?” Mr. Evans asked gruffly.

 

“How so?” Reggie tilted his head in confusion.

“All those carbs,” Mrs. Evans answered for her husband, “It’s not exactly on the diet she agreed to.”

 

“Lily’s dietary choices are her own, not yours, mine, nor anyone else's,” Regulus stated simply, “What Lily wants, Lily gets. If she doesn’t want to eat it, she doesn’t have to. But I’m not going to deny her something as simple as food because you don’t like the way she looks.”

 

Her parents were flabbergast.

 

“And you don’t mind how she looks?” Petunia broke the awkward silence with an even worse question.

 

“Mind?” Regulus asked, aghast, “Did Menelaus and Paris mind how Helen of Troy looked? Did Romeo mind Juliet’s appearance as a passing thought? Perish the notion! Lily is the most beautiful witch I have had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon, and she grows more beautiful by the day. Her supple skin is a gift from the heavens, and her flesh might be that of the apple which tempted Eve. Her pillowly curves are on the mind of every boy at school when they turn to bed, and if the girls aren’t jealous of her body, they want her perfect emerald eyes or hair the colour of fire.

 

“I do not mind her appearance in the fact that I worship her body like a man who would find himself a devout believer in the face of an oasis in a desert. Lily is more stunning than the sun and moon and every beauty this world has to offer. So no, I do not mind how she looks, and I won’t have you telling her anything to the contrary.”

 

The table stilled. Lily didn’t think she could blush any more than she already was; it was as if steam were escaping from her ears.

 

“I think it’s best if you leave, son,” Mr. Evans insisted in a tone too calm to be natural.

 

“Dad!”

 

“No, Lily,” he insisted, “your mother and I have to talk about this.”

 

“I see that I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Regulus stood from the table and bowed his head lightly at Mr and Mrs Evans. “Thank you for having me tonight; I hope that you’ll reconsider the contract. I love your daughter very much and want her to be a part of the rest of my life in any way she’ll have me.” He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on Lily’s cheek, “Until next time.”

 

Regulus pushed his chair in and headed to the door.

 

“Regulus, wait!” Lily threw her chair back and ran to meet him in the entryway. “I don’t want you to go yet, can we… can we sit, or something?”

 

Regulus pointedly glanced at the dining room, where Mr. Evans was watching with apt attention.

 

“There’s a bench on the porch,” Lily added.

 

Regulus nodded, and the pair left the house in silence. The bench was cold to the touch, and the air prickled their skin, but it didn’t diminish the warm feeling they felt for one another.

 

“That was…” Regulus trailed off, unsure of what to say.

 

“Entirely expected,” Lily answered. She shifted her body so that her rear pressed into Regulus’s and she carefully placed her legs atop and across his. She craved the human touch that Regulas was all too willing to provide, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her slightly closer.

 

“Really?”

 

“Wait until you get the shovel talk.”

 

“Shovel talk?” Regulus asked, “What’s that?”

 

“It’s kind of a custom for Muggle fathers to disapprove of any man their daughters bring home. Usually, they’re threatened with something horrible if they ever harm the girl.”

 

“This only happens to men?” Reggie clarified. “That seems like a strange custom.”

 

Lily nodded and chuckled, “I wouldn’t be too worried about it if I were you.”

 

Regulus sighed and squeezed Lily tight, “Do you think your parents will ever accept this? Accept us?”

 

“I don’t know, but if they don’t, I’ll make them accept you.” Lily didn’t want to think about the means she was willing to go to.

 

Regulus could only kiss her forehead in response. 

 

“The Malfoys are hosting a Yuletide soiree on the tenth night of the holiday,” Regulus said after a couple of minutes. He drew little patterns with the lightest brush of his fingernails on the top of Lily’s forearm, “I’d like you to accompany me, if you’d like.”

 

“Really?” Lily asked. It was everything she dreamed of and more. “Don’t they have dress codes for those sorts of things? I don’t think I have anything appropriate to wear.”

 

“That’s easily solved, Lily-flower,” Regulus grinned and nibbled Lily’s ear, “we’ll just have to buy you more clothes.”

 

Lily gasped at the sensation, “Reggie…”

 

The front door opened, and Mr. Evans coughed, “We’re willing to sign the contract.”

 

Lily and Regulus shot up and glanced at each other, then at Mr. Evans. Lily didn’t do that, right?

After a short period of explaining some clauses of the contract and showing the muggles how to use a quil, the contract was signed with only a couple of frightful looks from Lily’s parents. The pair escaped to the living room to have a few private words before Regulus left.

 

“I know this is forward of me, so soon after we’ve signed the contract,” Regulus smiled guiltily and glanced twards the kitchen where the rest of Lily’s family resided, still staring, shell-shocked at the contract, “but I’ve been wanting to see you in these for a long time now.” He pulled out from his pocket a flat silver box encrusted with sapphires and diamonds and held it before her.

 

“I’d like to present you with this gift, Lady Evans,” Regulus spoke with purpose and desire, so similar and yet so different from the first time he said such words.

 

“Lady Evans?” Lily asked, blushing at the implication, “What happened to ‘miss?”

 

“She agreed to be mine,” Regulus grinned and gestured to the box, “May I?”

 

Lily nodded, and Regulus opened the box to reveal a sapphire necklace nestled on top of a bed of black velvet.

 

“It’s stunning,” Lily could barely believe her eyes. 

 

The necklace, or necklaces, were incredible and clearly worth more than all of her parents' assets combined. The short princess necklace had a marquise-cut sapphire the size of a knut as its centerpiece, and four graduated sapphires on each side. The deep blue gems were each encapsulated by a row of diamonds, and the rope was hefty and made of pure silver. The second necklace lay below the first, a simple, but no less stunning, lariat with sapphires and diamonds alike that would dip deep into her cleavage. And above the necklaces were gorgeous matching earrings that sparkled like the night sky.

 

“No less stunning than you, Lily-flower.”

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