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Everyone knew the Slytherin men had a type. Or… thats what they thought. Regulus Black had always gone for the petite type. The type who look delicate and fragile, he liked the thought of having something to protect. He’d been on and off with Cho Chang. She portrayed herself as something delicate and soft whenever he was around. Regulus wasn’t dumb, he knew what she was like but it was her image, her status among their peers, the way she carried herself. She was the perfect girlfriend. Only behind closed doors, they argued on occasion and it seemed to be something that Regulus was into. But they’d always break up in the end. Then there was you. You weren’t petite, you weren’t even slim. Your figure was carved like that of a Greek goddess and for all his preference—or the ones people had placed on him— Regulus Black was looking right at you and last time I checked… thick thighs save lives better than a life jacket. (Yes I’m Corny)