#pansypotter

aw thank you so much bex! i changed the title for this one, hope you don’t mind <3

title: kisses.pairing: regulus black x petunia dursleysummary: “i’m a muggle,” petunia whispers against his lips. “i know,” he replies, but kisses her deeper. their hands intwine as petunia leads them to the swings she grew up on, and she makes sure that she kisses regulus as much as she can. when he does not come back, and she hears through passing news from lily (she doesn’t speak to her anymore) that regulus had died, (”better, that good for nothing death eater”) petunia goes back to the swings, and sits.

when petunia dies, she is buried beside her husband, but her soul takes hands with regulus.

petunia evans is a lousy kisser. this is a fact. she has never truly fallen in love with someone in her life, and she approaches it as if it was an assignment: if you work smart, and methodically, it will succeed. the problem is that kissing is nothing like an assignment. her first boyfriend described their kiss as “washing a toilet out with a toothbrush.” 

regulus black is an excellent kisser. this is also a fact. he kissed his first girlfriend at fourteen, and loved it. he kissed as well - some might say better - as his older brother, and he kissed like there was no tomorrow. 

they meet at a small muggle party on the outskirts of spinner’s end, cokeworth, when regulus is being introduced to serverus snape. petunia evans is not quite sure what she’s doing there - she is a muggle - but she stays. 

the alcohol washes brightly through the both of them, and petunia finds herself pushed against the back of a store, with regulus’ lips harsh against hers. 

“you’re a terrible kisser,” he mumbles against her lips. she ignores him, and kisses him harder. 

“this is what you get,” she whispers back, flipping the tables on him, and pushing him against the wall that was across from them in the alley. 

“i don’t mind,” he replies, and trails kisses down her neck. 

“i’m a muggle,” she gasps, and grabs onto his shirt. 

“i know,” he replies, careful and calm. “i know.”

regulus kisses her gently, passionately. he kisses her slow enough for her to learn, he teaches her how to kiss. petunia nibbles on his ear, and kisses his forehead. she is still terrible, but what matters to regulus is that she tries. 

there is a slight improvement.  

“have you been here before?” she asks, taking his hand in hers. he nods. “like before this,” petunia elaborates. he nods again. she smiles at him, and he gives her a small quirk of one back. they turn the corner at the end of the street to find a dazzling sunset with a pair of swings. (it is a fact that petunia likes to share.)

“grew up here,” petunia whispers. regulus raises an eyebrow. 

“oh really?” his voice is mocking. petunia playfully slaps him on the arm. 

“yes,” she says, and runs towards the swings. regulus places his hands in his pockets, and runs after her. he catches her on the swings, and places gentle kisses on her neck. 

“oh stop it!” she exclaims, pushing him away. “not here!” he smirks, and walks behind her, driving her forward on the swing. “regulus!” she laughs. 

“until the stars - you only have to ask,” he says. (it is also a fact that regulus is very generous.)

regulus is a leaver. he leaves. this is a fact. he leaves relationships, he leaves dreams, he leaves. he is not good at loving, and this is also a fact. 

petunia stays. she stays in the same place, same relationships, the same life. it is all the same. but she is not much better at loving than regulus, and it is a fact. 

so when regulus leaves, petunia does not really know what to do, because if she chases after him, it means she also leaves. and so she doesn’t.

regulus runs after change, and petunia shields from it. these are facts. (petunia is still a lousy kisser, and regulus still a fantastic one.)

one day, regulus comes back. petunia doesn’t want to believe it. but he does. they kiss like no tomorrow. petunia’s kisses are just as bad as they were at the beginning. 

“out of practice?” he gasps. 

“you could say,” she replies. 

and regulus teaches her all over again. 

she hears through the grapevine of a death to a man called regulus black. she’s not entirely sure where she hears it, or who she hears it from - she just hears it. 

petunia’s hand goes up to her lips. her hands shake, but her eyes do not shed tears. not yet. ghosts of regulus’ kisses grace her neck, hands, and mouth. 

regulus is all over her, and he will never be back. (this is a fact.)

petunia evans had never really improved at kissing, and regulus black had never stayed around long enough to keep on teaching her. 

and so her kisses stay lousy as ever, and his ghost does not come back. 

she marries vernon dursley who does not mind her lousy kisses, because his are just as lousy, and she lives the rest of her life out as a muggle. 

she buried beside her husband, and her ashes sprinkled over her sister’s grave, but her soul rises to greet regulus’. 

“out of practice?” he asks, taking her in his arms. she smiles.