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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: After leaving everything behind and starting a new life almost three years ago, MC returns to Hogsmeade for Christmas Eve. Little does she know that her brief return will be enough for her past to catch up with her…

Word Count: ~9.4k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol in the beginning? Otherwise it's just pure pining and fluff

Author's Note: Special one shot because I just love Christmas. It should've been even longer, but I had to shorten it, or I'd never have managed to post it in time for Christmas. Anyway, I had a blast writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

I wish you all a wonderful Christmas!🎅🎄 Lots of love💕

“Oh, MC, I can’t get over how much we’ve missed of each other’s life. You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you!”

MC and Poppy sat in a cozy corner of the Three Broomsticks, whose dim lighting and soft hum of conversation provided a comfortable backdrop for their reunion. Excitement and laughter had been echoing for the past hours, as the two best friends shared their numerous respective adventures, and reminisced about the wonderful times they shared while at Hogwarts.

“Life sadly took us on separate journeys after graduation, there was no other way… But I'm so grateful that we haven't lost touch.” MC said as she took a sip of her third Butterbeer of the afternoon. She had never realised how much she had missed the sugary drink, especially after being away from Hogsmeade for so long. It tasted of the good old days when she spent the entire day shopping with her schoolmates, before going for a collation to relax and forget about the homework they had to do.

After Hogwarts, Poppy became a renowned Magizoologist, following in her grandmother's footsteps, like she had always dreamt of doing. As for MC, she had taken a very different path. Barely a few weeks after graduating, the girl had decided to leave everything behind and embark on a life full of travel and adventure. She never stayed in one location for very long. Her aim was to discover as many places as she could.

Now, the only thing left of her former life was her best friend Poppy, and the letters they regularly exchanged. It was for her that MC had exceptionally returned to Hogsmeade, to see her on this Christmas Eve.

“Merlin… I didn’t realise it was so late already.” MC sighed as she looked out the window. The evening sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow through the pub windows.

Poppy grimaced in response, as if a bittersweet realisation came to her, “Time flies when you’re having fun. I wish I could stay longer... but Gran hasn't been well lately, and I've already left her on her own all afternoon...”

“Don't worry, Poppy. I totally understand.”

“I'd love to offer you a place to stay, especially since it’s Christmas Eve… but as I said, it's complicated at the moment.”

MC offered the girl another genuine and reassuring smile, “It’s okay, I don't mind. I've managed to find a room in an inn for a couple of days.”

“I'm glad to hear that.” Poppy smiled back, although ruefully.

After paying for their drinks, the two girls made their way out. They stood on the porch on the Three Broomstick in contemplative silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The time had come to bid farewell once again.

Poppy took a deep breath, as if to get rid of the lump in her throat, before breaking the silence, "MC, it's been wonderful catching up with you. I wish we could freeze time and stay like this forever."

A wistful smile played on MC's lips. "Life moves on, though. We have our own journeys to continue."

Poppy hesitated before uttering her newt words, “…Don't let it be another three years before our next reunion."

“It won’t. I promise.” MC replied weakly, having to bite the inside of her cheek to hold back her tears. She had never been very good at goodbyes.

Maybe that was why she had never said one to Sebastian.

With a lingering hug, they exchanged a few more words, promises to stay in touch, and expressions of hope for the future. It was nightfall when Poppy finally disapparated, leaving MC alone on the village streets, which were neither crowded nor deserted. Most of the people still outside were on their way home, or off to enjoy a late drink with their friends.

MC walked for a while, before stopping at a vantage point overlooking the quaint village which was bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights that shimmered like a galaxy full of stars. Tremendous decorated Christmas trees could be found on every street corner, perfectly matching the garlands of fir branches that linked the roofs of the various cottages. It was even possible to find some snowmen that were bewitched to fill the air with the enchanting melodies of Christmas carols. The whole scene resembled a holiday postcard brought to life, especially with the thick blanket of snow covering the village.

It was magical. Literally.

As MC gazed at the picturesque view, memories started flooding her mind. The charming village setting reminded her of the spirited Christmases she used to share with Sebastian, spending the best part of their day at Zonko's trying to find a way to prank Ominis, before heading off to Honeydukes to buy Chocolate Frogs, just in case the blond ended up sulking for too long. The inseparable duo then made it back to the Great Hall just in time for the big Christmas feast, where they joined Ominis. The smell of roasted turkey, and the sound of familiar laughter echoed in MC’s thoughts.

After dinner, the group of friends used to return to their common room and sit down by the fire. She could almost hear the crackling of the fireplace, and feel the camaraderie that accompanied their joyful exchange of gifts. After that, Ominis fell asleep very quickly, and MC and Sebastian usually took the opportunity to get a little closer. If she closed her eyes, she could feel the sensation of his shoulder used as a pillow against her cheek, while his woody cologne invaded her nostrils.

MC could never escape these kinds of memories, especially when she was in Hogsmeade.

Everything always led back to Sebastian in Hogsmeade.

That was why she had refused to set foot there for so long.

To forget the insurmountable heartbreak of never having her feelings returned by the love of her life, MC had decided to start a new life. She had wanted to move on, to forget her feelings for Sebastian, but she had known that this would prove to be impossible with him in her life. She had therefore decided to make a clean break – because she knew that bidding Sebastian farewell was not a skill she possessed – and to disappear brutally. To make her plan even more effective, she had also cut ties with Ominis, seeing as he was Sebastian’s best friend, and MC had felt awkward to put him in the middle of her drama. The only thing MC had kept from her old life was Poppy... now her one and only friend.

MC had then spent years travelling around the world, searching for a place where she would feel comfortable enough, and that she would love enough to want to settle there for the rest of her life. The goal to her quest was to find a place that felt like home.

After almost three years, she still had not found her home.

“Ow!” MC suddenly exclaimed. Someone forcefully colliding against her back disrupted her reverie.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t see you.”

MC turned at the sound of a deep masculine voice. Indeed, the man could not possibly have seen her, for he was carrying a large pile of children's toys in his arms, up to his eye level, thus blocking his field of vision.

The man shifted the pile of toys into one of his arms instead of both, moving them away from his face to take a look at the unlucky person he had just unintentionally bumped into.

Next thing MC knew, before she could even realise it, MC found herself face to face with none other than Sebastian.

His chocolate eyes widened in recognition as they locked onto hers. An amalgam of shock and bewilderment flashing across his face, washing away his previous apologetic look. He was so flabbergasted that he forgot about the packages in his hands, which began to wobble. MC rushed closer to him, to put the parcels back upright, and prevent them from shattering on the floor.

“…MC?” He asked hesitantly, never tearing his gaze away from her, just to make sure he was not dreaming, that his former best friend was well and truly standing in front of him.

“Hi.” She smiled softly at him. She could not believe that she had not recognised what had once been the only voice capable of soothing her even on her worst days. To be fair, it had changed remarkably. It was more intense, manly... even sexy.

“You’re back?” He questioned eagerly, a beaming grin breaking through the initial stupor.

MC nodded in response. She could not bring herself to tell him that it was only temporary, or even worse to admit to him that she had not come back for him, that she had never had a single intention of ever seeing him again. She could not be the one to wipe that gorgeous smile from his tantalising lips. It would break her own heart all over again.

As she kept staring into those familiar eyes, a rush of emotions overwhelmed MC. The old crush she had once harboured seemed to reignite with an unexpected intensity. It was unbelievably insane that just one glance at him was all it took to make her flamboyant feelings for him resurface. She thought she had managed to eradicate them, but she had actually only been able to bury them deep inside.

However, with that also came the horrid realisation that Sebastian was carrying a large number of toys in his arms. As MC looked once again at the eye-catching bundles in his arms, reality struck her like a cold breeze.

There, nestled in his grasp, was the object of the rude shock that life had evolved without her, in ways she never could have foreseen. Obviously, these toys were for his children, meaning that Sebastian was also married and had a loving wife waiting at home for him.

MC, still quite in denial, racked her brains to find another rational explication, but there was none. There was no other option because Ominis always said he never wanted kids in order not to pass on his ‘cursed Gaunt genes’. As for Anne… well last time MC had heard of Anne was the day Solomon Sallow died. After that, she had severed all contact with everyone except Ominis, who had promised her not to divulge any information about her whereabouts.

MC’s heart sank as her mind kept repeating itself that Sebastian had moved on, embracing a world that now included the joy and responsibility of raising a family.

“Merlin, MC! I thought I’d never see you again! You’ve missed so many things, there’s so much I need to tell you! Do you live here now?” If Sebastian had ever held a grudge against MC for disappearing without warning, no trace of it was visible. His excitement was taking over completely.

“I have a room at the Hog’s Head.”

“What? The Hog’s Head?” He exclaimed in horror – rather dramatically if you asked MC – “You can't possibly stay in this dodgy shithouse!”

MC was surprised by his crude words. She was used to his outspokenness, but she had not expected to hear it again so soon after such a long time. She could only shrug sheepishly, “I don't really have much choice... Sirona didn't have any more rooms available for me. Everything was booked up… you know… with the holidays.”

“Ah... Well, I can't exactly let a lovely lady like you sleep there. I've got room at home, you can come if you like.” Sebastian puffed out his chest, putting on his false air of chivalry.

MC tried her best to conceal the blush creeping up her cheeks, but alas, she could do nothing about her nervous stammering, “Oh… Oh, I… I don’t wanna bother you. Besides, the Hog’s Head’s not that bad…”

“Don't say no. Please. Really, I insist. We could spend the evening drinking and catching up… What d’you say?” Sebastian gave her the sad puppy eyes, and MC could feel all her resolve slipping away at the same second.

Thinking about it twice, the Hog's Head was truly, absolutely dreadful. The few times MC had been there, she had been catcalled far too many times for her liking.

So yes, she knew that staying with Sebastian, his wife and their children was going to be pure torture, but MC still preferred that to the risk of being mugged or assaulted by one of the Hog's Head patrons.

“Okay.” She ended up saying, forcing a smile that masked her internal turmoil.

“Brilliant!” Sebastian looked so excited that it would not have surprised MC if he had started jumping up and down. “Have you got any luggage you need to pick up in your room before going to my place?”

“No, I've just got this." MC replied, pointing to her small rectangular shoulder bag, barely large enough to hold a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. “I travel light.”

“Perfect! Well then, if you will follow me, my lady.” He offered her his arm with a wink, and after a brief moment of surprise, she accepted it.

Sebastian made it so effortless to fall back into their old dynamic, that it made it just as natural and easy for MC to do the same. It was like they had never been apart.

They walked together, sticking close to each other, in the same way they used to do when they were still teenagers. As they strolled through the streets of Hogsmeade, MC assumed Sebastian was taking her to a Floo Flame. The girl was therefore genuinely caught off-guard when he stopped in front of her. a small house typical of the village – made of stone with an excessively pointed roof – and took out a key to open the front door.

“Ladies first.” Sebastian's face lit up with pride and joy, while he let MC in first, still the perfect gentleman as usual. Even married, he could not help being flirty.

Before entering, MC took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, in anticipation of meeting the woman who had succeeded where she had failed, the woman who was better enough than her in Sebastian's eyes to have succeeded in stealing his golden heart.

However, instead of coming face to face with her nemesis, MC found herself immersed in an intimate reflection of Sebastian's essence, overwhelmed by how homey it felt. The house was truly cosy, but a little small for a family in MC's opinion. But then again, it had to be remembered that Sebastian was used to small spaces, having lived in his little one-room cottage in Feldcroft for most of his life.

The living room had the charm of disarray, with stacks of well-read books scattered on the coffee table next to empty mugs, suggesting that Sebastian had not lost his messy habits. The smell of the fireplace and coffee intermingled, creating a comforting atmosphere that reflected precisely the way Sebastian always managed to put MC at ease.

MC guessed that the upstairs, which was in fact a mezzanine, must be the bedroom. She did not dare go upstairs to respect his privacy, but from the ground floor, she could see the top of bookshelves reaching up to the pointed roof, proof that Sebastian was still as thirsty for knowledge as ever.

All these little details showed MC that, although his life had evolved, the man standing a few steps away from her was still her beloved Sebastian.

Sebastian, observing MC's reactions, could not suppress a grin, "It's not much, but it's home. You can have the bedroom, and I'll sleep on the couch.”

On further inspection of the house, MC came upon the kitchen, which was open to the living room. She could not help noticing that the worktops bore the marks of failed culinary experiments. Some pans with burnt bottoms were abandoned on the counter, and dirty cutlery had accumulated in the sink. In short, the kitchen was a mess, just as Sebastian could be in other people's lives.

However, what stood out most to MC was the absence of signs of shared living. There were no visible traces of another person – no stray belongings, no indications of a partner or children. It was as if the whole house resonated with Sebastian alone, as if his whole person had become woven into the fabric of his environment.

As MC continued to stare in silence at his topsy-turvy house, Sebastian scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Don't pay attention to the shambles, please. I didn't clean up... since I wasn't exactly expecting any guests.”

Instead of reassuring him as she would have liked, MC's curiosity was quicker to take over her next words, “Where’s your wife?”

“My wife?” Sebastian frowned.

“Yes. The woman you married.” She added bitterly. Her curiosity slowly lowered its mask to reveal its true self of authentic jealousy.

He looked away, but MC could still see that he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep a straight face, “I’m flattered you think I’m charming enough to get a wife, but I’m afraid there’s still no Mrs. Sallow. Besides Anne, of course.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Sebastian chuckled at her enigmatic reaction.

“I thought the toys were for your kids…” She admitted shyly, pretty embarrassed after making so many wrong assumptions about him.

“My kids? Bloody hell, MC, you sure have high expectations for me!” Sebastian exclaimed, clearly amused by the situation. “But no, I don't have kids. The toys are for my niece.”

MC was gob smacked, eyes wide and mouth agape, “Your… niece? You have a niece? Anne had a child? Wait, did she get married? With who?”

“That’s a lot of questions.” He smirked playfully at her, while looking for a bottle in one of his cabinets. “But I think you can guess the answer to the last one.”

MC looked down at her feet, taking a moment to think, when realisation hit her like a bolt of lightning. She turned her head back to Sebastian so fast it almost gave her whiplash, “Ominis?”

“Bingo.” Sebastian replied casually, uncorking a bottle of Firewhiskey. “And he took Anne's name. He's Mr. Sallow now.”

“No way!” She gasped, letting herself fall limply onto the sofa out of utter stupefaction.

“Yes way.” He laughed wholeheartedly, sitting down next to her and pouring two glasses of alcohol for each of them.

"How? When?"

"Apparently, after fifth year, they did more than just keep in touch."

MC took her glass in hand, but did not drink from it. She had far too many questions on her mind to take the time to have a sip, "But how did they deal with Anne's curse?"

"It disappeared once you killed Rookwood, since he was the one who cursed her. Apparently, magic disappears with the caster. I learnt all this a few months after graduation, when Anne got back in touch to invite me to their wedding…”

Sebastian suddenly paused in his explanations to down his glass of Firewhiskey in one gulp.

“She wanted to invite you too… I had to explain to her that you'd disappeared without warning." He continued, looking pained, and MC suspected it was not just because of the bitterness of the alcohol.

"I'm sorry." MC winced at her own words. She was pathetic to listen to, using the most clichéd and basic phrase. But it was all she could muster to respond, because it was exactly how she felt. She was profoundly sorry. Sorry to the people she cherished the most, for abandoning them without looking back. But also sorry for herself, because she now had to accept the bitter realisation that she had been absent for so many crucial milestones of their lives.

Sebastian only shook his head, avoiding her gaze and preferring to stare at his empty glass, "Why did you do that? Why didn't you say anything? I was worried sick ‘cause I thought something bad had happened to you, that some Ashwinders were still out there, and had kidnapped you. I spent months looking for you... I'd even asked the Aurors to search for you.”

MC sipped her drink slowly, using the alcohol as a distraction from the painfully heartbreaking explanations of the man sitting next to her

“…They eventually found you overseas. In perfect health... and in perfect company so I've heard. That's when I realised that you hadn't been taken away, but had gone away of your own free will.” Sebastian poured himself another glass before throwing it back again.

“I'm so sorry.”

He scoffed bitterly, “I don't want to hear that you're sorry. It's no use. I just want to know what you were thinking when you left.”

This time, it was MC's turn to down her glass before pouring her heart out in the most honest way possible, "I just needed to get away from everything, from the past. I just wanted to start again."

Against all odds, he nodded understandingly, "Wish I could stay mad at you for it... but I won’t say that I don’t understand."

What he did next surprised MC in the most pleasant way. Sebastian reached out towards her, placing his large hand on top of hers, which was resting on the brown leather of the sofa. Even if his hand was calloused and weathered by time and experience, MC was amazed by how perfectly it fit around her own.

"What matters is that you're here now." He offered her a tender smile that warmed her heart in the most appeasing way. Only he could do that to her.

"I am." MC smiled in return, even more brightly. It was contagious. She turned her hand over and intertwined their fingers together.

As their conversation died down, MC could not help but steal a moment to observe the transformation in Sebastian’s appearance. The once-adorable teenage boy she remembered had blossomed into a handsome man. His features, chiselled by the passage of time, sculpted a strong jawline that added a touch of rugged refinement to his countenance. The shadow of a beard adorned his face, giving him a distinguished and slightly mysterious air. Sebastian's tousled hair fell with a casual elegance, framing a face that bore the subtle imprints of life's experiences, such as a scar on his eyebrow arch that MC had never seen before.

The only remaining trace of the boyish charm that MC had cherished years ago, was the constellations of freckles that beautifully decorated his face. They had always made MC weak in the knees, but the butterflies in her stomach were multiplied tenfold now that they were highlighted by his light tan.

MC internally begged herself to stop ogling him before she fell further under his spell (if that was even possible, considering how head over heels she was for him).

She poured herself another drink and cleared her throat, “You said you wanted to catch up over drinks, right? Go ahead. Tell me about yourself.”

As Sebastian spoke, MC found herself captivated by the way he carried himself – his confidence unaltered after all these years, and the assurance with which he gestured. There was an understated magnetism in the way he spoke, a reflection of the man he had become since they last parted. As he easily recounted all he had achieved, MC marvelled at the beauty of the journey that had transformed him into the person sitting in front of her.

And so, MC listened attentively, desperate to know everything she had missed about him. She thus learnt that, after Hogwarts, Sebastian had joined the Auror recruitment programme. His first reason was that it was a profession he was passionate about, and that allowed him to do what he loved all day long. The second reason – and perhaps the most important – was because he knew that this career would help him to achieve noble things. In other words, it was his way of making amends for all the mistakes he had made in the past, in the hope that Anne would eventually forgive him too (which had taken a long time, but eventually worked out).

After having been accepted into the programme, Sebastian knew that he would not be able to stay in Feldcroft, firstly because the cottage held too many painful memories, but also because it was now Anne and Ominis' shared home. Consequently, he had found himself a small studio in London, not far from the Ministry. However, even after spending several months there, it just never felt like home to him. He resented the lack of green space, and the fact that he always had to check that none of his Muggle neighbours noticed that he was a wizard. So he moved again.

Looking for a place that was both in the heart of the Highlands and still bustling with life, Sebastian found only one possibility: Hogsmeade. The small, all-wizarding village met all his expectations, and the Ministry was easy to reach thanks to the Floo Network. And so, Sebastian moved into this small cottage, perfect for his life as a bachelor.

“So Auror Sallow, huh?” MC said playfully. “Well, can Auror Sallow win a duel against Ancient Magic Prodigy MC?”

“He sure hopes he can, since it’s supposed to be his job.” Sebastian laughed along with her.

“Do you want to put yourself to the test?” She cocked an eyebrow at him mischievously.

“You know I never shy away from a duel.” He replied with the same spark of deviltry in his eyes.

Without wasting any more time, Sebastian stood up, then turned to MC, holding out his hand to help her up. It was a simple gesture, but it was enough to make MC's cheekbones turn pink, as would any act of affection she received from Sebastian.

The two took their positions, taking a few steps apart before facing each other. It had been years since they last engaged in the exhilarating dance of magical duelling, a pastime that had once defined their youth, especially after being named Crossed Wands champions for three years running.

"Ready?" Sebastian grinned, the confidence of experience illuminating his eyes.

"Always." MC replied, wand at the ready, and they prepared to rediscover the thrill that had bound them together in shared laughter and friendly rivalry.

Ever the perfect gentleman, Sebastian let MC commence hostilities.

“Expelliarmus!”

“You're off to an easy start.” Sebastian laughed after brushing the attack off with a simple Shield Charm. “Confringo!”

MC deflected the spell just as easily, smirking right back at him, “You're off to a predictable start.”

A symphony of lights ensued, as sparks and spells flew, and the air shimmered with the energy of their magical prowess. MC’s spells were fluid and controlled, a testament to the skill she had honed over the years. Sebastian, however, moved with a newfound grace and precision, his every movement reflecting the growth and mastery he had attained thanks to the Auror training.

The duelling only grew in intensity as the two friends weaved intricate spells, each trying to outmanoeuvre the other. Laughter and teasing remarks echoed through the night as memories of their youth resurfaced in the midst of their magical exchange.

After several long and intense minutes of competing against each other, Sebastian unexpectedly directed his wand away from MC, aiming instead at the ceiling, and more precisely at the chandelier hanging from it.

“Glacius!” The candles obviously failed to resist the ice and were instantly extinguished on contact, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

Distracted by the newfound refined strategy established by Sebastian – which he had no doubt learnt to put in place at the speed of light during one of his courses – MC did not notice Sebastian disappear under a Disillusionment Charm, which was all the more effective as there was hardly any light in the living room, apart from the orange flames crackling in the fireplace.

With a final, masterful flick of his wand, Sebastian cast the final blow, “Depulso.”

MC found herself propelled to the floor, her back slamming against the sofa. Judging by the underwhelming low force of the impact, it was easy to guess that he had restrained himself, so as not to hurt her.

“Looks like I've had my long-awaited revenge for fifth year. I've finally bested you in a duel." Sebastian, breathing slightly heavier but grinning ear to ear, extended a hand to help her up.

MC, refusing to admit defeat, grabbed Sebastian's hand but only to make him fall to the ground beside her. She rolled them over until she was astride him, holding him firmly down.

She grinned down at him, “Really? Because I actually think I’ve won.”

He barked a laugh, “And I think you've forgotten the rule that you're not allowed to use physical violence in a wizard duel.”

“Since when do we play by the rules?”

Their gazes met for the umpteenth time that night, but this time was different. It was as if time had come to a standstill, as if the world had momentarily stopped spinning for them, just to let them savour the closeness of the moment.

MC kept staring into Sebastian's chocolate eyes, and was truly taken aback by what she saw in them. His eyes, once full of youthful curiosity, now sparkled with a different kind of radiance. They shone with a brightness that seemed to reflect the happiness and contentment he had found in his life. The laughter lines around his eyes only enhanced their glow, and as MC looked into those bright, expressive eyes, she could not help but feel a sense of joy for the man who had evolved from the adorable teenage friend she once knew, into the confident and content individual currently lying on the ground beneath her.

In those eyes, she saw the echoes of the genuine happiness that had transformed Sebastian into the person he was meant to be, the person she should have met from the very beginning of fifth year, if only Anne had never been cursed by Rookwood.

But now Sebastian was completely fulfilled with every aspect of his life. It was as plain as the nose on his face. And the feeling was made all the clearer by the fact that his lively eyes were perfectly matched by his wide toothy grin, which shone brightly even in the middle of the darkened living room.

After eventually snapping out of her thoughts, MC pulled herself away from Sebastian and helped him straighten up, “I’m proud of you, Seb, of what you’ve become. The future Mrs. Sallow will be very lucky to have a capable man like you by her side.”

Sebastian sat down next to her on the floor, facing the fireplace, and back resting against the sofa behind them, “She’ll never be as lucky as Mr. MC will be. I hope he’ll realise he’s got the most brilliant witch of the world by his side.”

MC grabbed his arm and hugged it close to her chest, while hooking her leg over one of his. Their limbs were tangled together, clinging to each other. Sebastian seemed to have no objection to this new positioning. In fact, he seemed quite delighted as he wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the girl next to him.

“What d’you think he’ll be like, my future husband?” She asked quietly.

“He’ll have to be right for you.” He replied all too solemnly.

A small laugh escaped her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means it has to be someone who will know how to take care of you, and give you everything you need to be happy, without a single shred of hesitation. It will be someone who's worthy of standing by your side and will be able to protect you from any danger… so basically someone who'll be able to defeat me in a duel."

"Seems like I'll be stuck with you for the rest of my life, then." MC continued to smile, but it was no longer in amusement. It was something more akin to contentment.

Sebastian mirrored her expression, "Perhaps you will. I can’t imagine it'd be too bad, would it?"

"Apart from your occasional bad temper, I think I could take it." She rested her head on his strong shoulder.

MC was not sure whether it was the fatigue accumulated from her perpetual travels, or the feeling of being in a warm, comfortable home, or even the fact of being reunited with Sebastian (it was probably all three), but her eyelids became heavy without her even realising it, leading her into a peaceful sleep.

“I'm going to celebrate Christmas at Anne and Ominis' house tomorrow. You're coming.” Sebastian declared out of the blue, without realising that the girl had started dozing off.

“What? No, Seb, I can’t do that. I can’t just barge in when I wasn’t invited.” MC mumbled groggily.

“You don’t need an invitation, MC. It’s you. You’re always welcome.” He retorted instantly, as if it was the most common fact to ever exist. “Plus, they miss you, so they’ll be the happiest people in the world if you show up.”

“I won't even have a present to give them...” She muttered like a pouting small child, which made it impossible for Sebastian to hold back a chuckle.

“You're back. Believe me, that's better than any present you could buy.”

Sebastian's fingers subconsciously started tracing invisible shapes on her arm, effectively lulling her back to sleep.

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The next morning, MC was woken by the few rays of winter sunshine that the curtains had failed to hold back. Keeping her eyes closed to enjoy a few more minutes of rest, she rolled onto her stomach and was pleasantly surprised by the feel of soft sheets against the skin of her face. But what struck her most was that she could smell Sebastian's perfume all around her, as if she were immersed in one of the bottles.

Completely enveloped by the sophisticated fusion of woody undertones and hints of vetiver, and the enigmatic charm it carried, MC opened her eyes and realised that she had indeed spent the night in Sebastian's bed. On seeing this, MC let herself think that Sebastian had slept in the same bed as her, and that perhaps, with a little bit of luck, he reciprocated her feelings.

A flutter of anticipation flickered within her, one that prevented her from staying in bed any longer. Without wasting any more time, MC descended the mezzanine stairs to the living room, where Sebastian was already sitting on the couch, Daily Prophet in hand.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Sebastian greeted her with a smile when he noticed her standing at the bottom of the stairs.

MC realised he must have been up for quite some time, for he was freshly cleaned up – the lack of stubble which had been present the previous day was testament to it – and already dressed up for the imminent Christmas reunion. He was clad in a tan windowpane shirt, coupled with a gingerbread brown vest matching his tailored pants. The choice of colours could not have been more perfect. All those shades of brown brought out all his most majestic features: his unruly yet soft hair, his freckled skin, his warm and reassuring eyes…

Sebastian was making it humanly impossible to tear one’s gaze away from his god-like appearance, and MC could not resist making a comment about it.

“Morning, handsome.” She smirked playfully back at him.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Better than ever.” MC admitted, a discreet pink tinting her cheekbones. “Just a question, though. How did I get up there?”

“I carried you, of course. Couldn't let you sleep on the floor. What kind of host would I have been?”

“And… you slept…?”

“On the couch. Just like I told you I would.” Sebastian smiled tenderly.

“Right.”

And with these few simple words, reality dawned on MC. Disappointment settled in, like a gentle snowfall dampening the warm embers of her previous hope that Sebastian harboured feelings for her.

The truth was that he had chosen the sofa over sharing the bed with her, a sign that he still viewed MC as nothing more than a friend. The girl felt her heart tug, like a reminder of why she had chosen not to be part of his life any more.

MC took a deep breath, “I'm gonna go and get ready, so we don't arrive late at Anne and Ominis'.”

“Anne likes us all to be dressed up for Christmas. We can go and buy you a dress at Gladrags, if you'd like–”

She immediately shook her head, “No, no, it's fine. Don't worry, I've got everything I need.”

MC took out her wand and pointed it at her small shoulder bag on the floor. With a simple flick, the object grew tenfold in volume until it reached the size of a suitcase. MC opened it, revealing that the bag had been enchanted to be bottomless, and she climbed inside it before disappearing. All that could be heard was the sound of her footsteps, and her bustle as she went through all sorts of outfits.

“Talk about travelling light.” Sebastian snickered.

A few moments later, MC emerged back from the suitcase as if climbing a ladder, wearing an ankle-length cotton mahogany dress. The corset hugged her waist perfectly, and highlighted her bust with its square neckline and short puffed sleeves. The dress was nothing extravagant, but the fact that it fit her like a glove was what made it so charming.

“Is this dress all right? Think it'll be nice enough for Anne?” She gave it a twirl, so that Sebastian could see it from every angle, before putting on a black cloak to protect herself from the winter cold.

“It looks great. You look great. Well, not great, actually. I mean– More like stunning. You look stunning, you do. We’re even matching. The colour, I mean. Because obviously you look better than me.” Sebastian stammered awkwardly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of shyness. “Merlin, this is awful. I need to learn to shut up.”

“It’s alright. I understood what you meant, that's the most important thing.” MC could only chuckle at his new bashfulness. She found it absolutely endearing.

Sebastian took a deep breath before speaking more clearly, “What I’m trying to say is… You're beautiful. You’ve always been.”

“Thank you, Seb.” She met his gaze, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

He tried to divert attention from his nervousness by slipping on his long black coat, and grabbing the wrapped gifts for his niece, “Ready to go?”

MC nodded in response, waiting for Sebastian to apparate them. She expected him to grab her by the arm, but instead he wrapped an arm around her waist. He brought her small figure close to him, as if he wanted to make sure that she would be comfortable during the apparition, that there was not even the slightest chance for her to get splinched.

With a loud crack, the world began to spin. Next thing she knew, MC was standing in the middle of the snowy village of Feldcroft. As she tried to right herself, she staggered slightly, dizzy from the apparition, whose effects were far more brutal when someone was doing it for you. Fortunately, Sebastian still had an arm wrapped around her waist to cradle her against him. With his other hand, he grabbed her elbow to steady her.

Once Sebastian was certain that MC was all right, he guided her towards the Sallow cottage, which she had not seen for years. From the outside, it looked much bigger than she remembered, particularly because it had an extra floor. Sebastian explained that he had helped Anne and Ominis enlarge it after their wedding, so that they would have enough room for their future family.

Sebastian was the first to set foot on the cottage porch. He hid MC behind him with his body, to create an effect of surprise, then knocked on the door. It was Anne who answered, appearing in the doorway wearing a sublime ankle-length midnight-blue velvet dress adorned with cultured pearls.

"Sebastian! I told you to buy only one present! She's going to end up spoiled rotten if this keeps up." Anne exclaimed without even greeting her brother.

"She's my only niece. Who am I to spend my money on if not her?"

"How 'bout your sister?" She raised an accusing eyebrow at him, while clearing him of all the packages in his arms.

"Ah, but I've brought a surprise for you too. Look what I found last night…" He intoned with amusement, and stepped aside to reveal MC. "A lost soul who wanted to spend Christmas alone at the Hog’s Head!"

"Oh my, MC!" Anne swiftly pulled the girl into a bear hug. "Ominis, come here!"

"What is it, sweetie?" The blond man called from afar, carrying his daughter in his arms.

Judging by the way he had stopped dead in his tracks, coming to an abrupt halt, MC knew that he had sensed her presence thanks to his sentient wand.

Sebastian decided to take his brother-in-law’s daughter off his hands, so that the two friends could reunite peacefully, "Hey, little monster! Wanna give a hug to Uncle Seb?"

Meanwhile, MC approached her old friend and spoke softly, "Hello, Ominis."

Knowing that Ominis was not very comfortable with physical contact, especially with people he did not know well, MC was not sure how to greet him. So it came as a great surprise when he made no hesitation whatsoever and took her in his arms, holding her tightly.

"I should be telling you off for disappearing... but I'm not going to. Not today." Ominis whispered in her ear.

She chuckled lightly, "I'm happy to see you too."

"Let me take your coat." He offered after pulling away.

MC untied the ribbon from her cloak, and handed it to Ominis. She then turned to Sebastian to pick up the toddler in his arms, so that he too could remove his thick winter coat.

"Hi, little princess. I'm a friend of your mummy and daddy, and your uncle Sebastian too." MC cooed in a honeyed voice. She could not help noticing that the little girl in her arms was the perfect amalgam of her two parents. She had all her mother's features, but with meadow-blonde hair and grey-blue eyes like her father.

"Unkie! Unkie!" She pouted and made big gestures with her arms to indicate that she wanted to go back to her uncle. She truly was an uncle's little girl.

"I'm here, baby.” Sebastian immediately took her back into his arms, after giving Ominis his coat, to cradle her. “You don't have to be scared of MC. She's really nice too, you know."

"Auntie?" The one-year-old asked hesitantly, reaching out to wrap her hand around MC's index finger.

"That's right, that's Auntie MC." Sebastian encouraged her. It was impressive how he naturally had his way with kids.

It may have been silly, but something as simple as being called Auntie by a child she had just met, as well as by Sebastian, awakened something in her, a sense of belonging that had been dormant for a long time. She truly felt like a fully-fledged member of this family.

Anne suddenly let out a sigh, "I'd love to be able to celebrate the reunion with you, but I've still got lots of things to do in the kitchen. Sebastian, can you look after the baby while Ominis lays the table?"

"I'll come and help you, Anne." MC declared.

"Thank you, MC. You're too kind." Anne exited the living room, followed by MC.

“So… You and Ominis, huh?” MC started once they were alone. She was sitting across from Anne at the small kitchen table which was covered in food stains from preparing the meal.

Anne immediately shook her head, “Oh, no, no. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about my marital life later. Let's talk about how you ended up here with my brother after all these years."

"We ran into each other last night in Hogsmeade. He offered me to sleep over, and we basically spent the better part of the night talking." MC shrugged.

"And?” Anne pried impatiently. “What happened?"

"Nothing. What do you want to happen?”

“Nothing. It was just a random question.” Anne replied coyly while she finished icing the Yule log. “So, update me as well. Where are you in life? Have you met anyone?”

“No, not at all. I haven't really had time for that.”

“That's a shame.”

“What – uhm – What about him?” MC did not look up from the kilted soldiers she was preparing, in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Needless to say, it was a failure.

“Who?” Anne feigned ignorance.

MC heaved a sigh, deciding to finally meet her friend's gaze, “Sebastian. Has he met anyone recently?”

Anne bit the inside of her cheek, "I think you should ask him directly."

"I'm scared it'll be awkward…"

"Well… if you want to know everything, he hasn’t courted anyone since you went away. He claims that he's not interested in dating, that he’s focusing on becoming a proper Auror first. He always finds an excuse to avoid admitting that he's already got a girl on his mind, but is too much of a coward to act upon it."

MC felt her heart skip a beat. A cold realization settled over her, making her stop everything she was doing. Her heart sank, the weight of unspoken truths pressing upon her, and she forced a tight-lipped smile, concealing the ache within as she navigated the sudden revelation that someone else was in Sebastian's heart, and it was not her.

MC swallowed thickly, "Has he known her for long?"

"Several years."

"And is she a good person? Does she treat him well?"

"He's never been happier than when he's with her." Anne admitted with a sincere smile that contrasted drastically with the unsettled look that MC was unable to disguise.

"Who is it?" She asked weakly, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.

"I fear that’s too much information, and that's not for me to tell. Just ask him."

Without another word on the matter, Anne gracefully pivoted, excusing herself to go back to the living room and announce that the meal was ready. MC took a moment to compose herself, swallowing the bitter pill of disappointment before joining the others in the living room.

Seated at the table, surrounded by the warmth of holiday decorations and the aroma of a festive feast, the four friends engaged in a pleasant chatter. The clinking of cutlery and laughter created a veneer of normalcy. They reminisced adventures from their time at Hogwarts, shared stories about their jobs, exchanged anecdotes about Anne and Ominis’s little one, and indulged in the delights of the Christmas meal.

“So, MC, what have you been up to during your travels?” Ominis asked as he had just finished feeding his daughter.

MC swallowed her mouthful of turkey before replying, “Well, you know, trying to explore the world and discover new places. Honestly, I’ve just been searching for a place that makes me want to stay, that feels like home.”

“And have you found that place yet?”

MC was silent for a moment. How was she supposed to explain that she had found this special place years ago, but had fled far away from it, just to search the world for something similar? Because if MC was willing to face the truth, she knew that her home was wherever Sebastian was.

Sebastian was her home.

It was quite ironic that he did not feel the same way about her…

“I… I’m not sure.” MC finally said.

“…Does that mean you’ll be back on the road again?” Ominis questioned again, but this time with caution.

“Yes. I leave tomorrow morning.” MC replied resolutely.

The clatter of dropped cutlery echoed like an unintentional punctuation to the tremendous silence that followed. Eyes widened, gazes met with uncertainty, and an unspoken tension pulsed through the room.

Anne was the first to break the palpable unease by raising her voice, “What? But you just came back! You can’t leave so soon.”

The next sound came from Sebastian's chair legs scraping the floor as he stood up abruptly and threw his napkin on the table, “Excuse me. I need some fresh air.”

His eyes did not meet anyone's as he left the table. Without even grabbing his coat, he stormed out of the house. The door slammed behind him and echoed through the deathly hush inside.

"What’s up with him? Did I say something wrong?" MC asked, disconcerted. She was completely unaware of the weight of her revelation, which had hit her friends like a tidal wave.

Anne huffed in irritation before shouting at her, "Of course you did, MC! You're supposed to be his best friend! Can't you see how cruel you're being to him?"

Ominis rested a hand on his wife's shoulder, "Calm down, sweetie. It's not her fault MC is dense."

"Hey!" The girl exclaimed indignantly, but Ominis ignored her.

"Let me put it simply for you, MC. We were all hurt when you left without saying a word, but Sebastian's been a complete wreck ever since. The usual cheerful Sebastian you know was nowhere to be found for years… until today. And that's only because you came back.”

“And now, you've just brutally told him that you plan to disappear tomorrow, and take his happiness with you! Again!" Anne insisted, determined to keep rubbing it in until realisation eventually hit the girl.

Fortunately, it worked quite quickly, but now MC did not know what to do with herself, "I... I didn't know that... I thought he’d just forget about me and move on."

"I thought you knew him better than that. Haven’t you yet realised that you're everything to him? Because it's more than time you do!"

“I… need to talk to him. Excuse me.”

MC, in turn, rushed out of the cottage, only grabbing Sebastian's coat in her haste.

The freezing air greeted her as she stepped outside, snowflakes landing on her hair and the bare skin of her arms. Thankfully, it did not take her long to spot Sebastian, who had moved slightly away from the house to lean against a tree, his shoulders hunched slightly against the winter chill.

She approached him slowly, but with a determined step, the snow crunching under her feet. She knew he had heard her by the way he straightened up, even though he seemed intent on ignoring her.

“Seb, come back inside. It’s freezing, you’re gonna catch your death.” She implored him, covering herself with her arms to protect herself from the icy wind.

“What’s it to you? You won’t even be there to see it.” He replied even more coldly than the weather, without even turning to look at her.

“…Put on your coat at least.” She insisted, extending it to him.

Sebastian took the coat from her, but instead of putting it on like expected, he draped it over her, so that she would not get cold. His hands lingered on her shoulders, which were now protected by the thick felt.

At last, he met her gaze, his eyes silently pleading with her, “Am I not good enough for you to stay? Not good enough for you to notice me?”

MC grabbed his wrists as if by instinct, “Seb, of course you’re plenty enough. You’re my oldest friend–”

Sebastian sighed in annoyance and pulled away from her, “But can’t you see it’s not enough for me?”

“…What?”

Sebastian reached into his pocket, retrieving a small velvet box. He had always imagined giving her this gift with a broad smile, but now he was opening the box with a rueful frown, to reveal a delicate ring.

“I wanted to give it to you a little after we graduated. I wanted to give it to you to confess my feelings. I wanted that ring to be a symbol of my devotion, and a promise to always remain loyal to you… Turned out life had other plans because you left the day I bought it.”

“Sebastian…” MC croaked out, doing her best to fight back the tears that threatened to fall as she stared at the magnificent jewel that was the poignant representation of all the missed opportunities and lost time.

"Now’s a good time to give it to you, I think. If you’re going to leave again, might as well be honest while I have the chance, before you run away like last time." He said acrimoniously as he placed the ring on her finger.

"Wha…” The shock took away MC's voice before she could even finish her sentence. Her eyes were riveted on the golden band. “What about the girl you like? Anne told me you were interested in someone."

"The girl I like?” He laughed humourlessly. “MC, I've been ridiculously and irrevocably in love with you since fifth year, since the day you kicked my arse in Hecat’s class. You literally knocked me off my feet. I know I didn't always show it well, but it's true, it's always been you.”

MC let out a pained grunt and hid her face in her hands in shame, "Oh Merlin, Seb... I've been such an idiot."

“Why?” Sebastian frowned.

“I've always loved you too. But I was so miserable thinking I'd never be anything more than your friend, that I decided to disappear to try and forget you.”

“And? Please, tell me it didn’t work.” His words came out desperate, almost begging.

She took his face between her hands, and lovingly caressed his cold cheeks, “It didn’t. How could I ever forget you? Being away from you only made me miss you more.”

His hands came down to rest around her waist, bringing her close to his body, in search of both solace and warmth, “It's all right. We're together now. You don't have to leave anymore. All's well that ends well.”

“Well… Not exactly all. You gave me this beautiful ring, and I have nothing to give you in return.”

“I finally have the witch of my dreams back at my side. I couldn’t dream of a better Christmas present.”

Suddenly, MC and Sebastian were interrupted by a cracking sound coming from above them. They looked up and saw a branch of mistletoe sprang out of thin air from one of the branches of the tree they were standing under, its delicate white berries shimmering in the soft glow of the surrounding lights.

Sebastian looked back down at MC, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, “Actually… I’ve just thought of a gift you could give me.”

The snowflakes descended gracefully around them, creating a magical scene that mirrored the fluttering emotions in their hearts. In that enchanting moment, with the world cocooned in a quiet hush, MC found the fiery courage and desire to close the thin gap between them. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and their hearts were set alight, for the moment they had dreamt of most in their lives had finally become reality.

Out of enthusiasm, Sebastian tightened his grip around MC, with his arms completely wrapped around her petite frame, enveloping her in such warmth that she completely forgot they were both covered in snow. He pressed and secured her tightly against him, and lifted her off the ground. Out of reflex, the girl's hands travelled up to wrap around his neck to steady herself. Her fingertips grazed his soft curls, sending shivers down her spine.

Unfortunately, their winter wonderland moment was abruptly interrupted by the joyful cheers of their friends inside the house. MC and Sebastian reluctantly pulled away from each other, and turned in the direction of the commotion to see Anne and Ominis glued to the window to spy on them. The wand in Anne's hand was proof enough that it was she who had conjured up the mistletoe.

MC giggled, looking back at her boyfriend with stars in her eyes, and her hands resting in his chest, “Merry Christmas, Seb.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He answered softly before leaning in to steal another kiss from her.

MC sincerely hoped there would be another Mrs. Sallow other than Anne next Christmas, for she had finally found her home and never planned on leaving ever again.

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Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons: How the Companions behave in an Established Relationship

Includes Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, and Poppy Sweeting.

I tried my best with the pictures, but I couldn't find one that does Amit justice. Therefore, there is no picture for his section. BUT!!! Stan Amit. He is awesome!

Edit: Thanks for all the likes, reads, comments, and rebloggs. I never expected that my post would be received this well. This means a lot to me since writing is my passion. Thank you, guys.

Sebastian Sallow

He is super protective of you. When you venture into the Forbidden Forrest, he insists on leading the way because he doesn't want you to get hurt or be surprised by enemies. No matter how often you point out that you are better at fighting than him, he will not relent. For you two, protecting each other is almost like a competition.

Sebastian: "I didn't let a single spider touch you. You could have helped me with the Inferi, though."

You: "I was busy keeping the goblins away from you. I had to disarm them, Sebastian. Otherwise, they would have attacked you with their swords, axes, and whatnot. I knew you could handle a few Inferi."

Sebastian expresses his love through physical touch. In the halls, while walking with you, he holds your hand. At dinner in the great hall, he sits next to you, legs touching. And in Potions class, you are his loyal partner. When you two are brewing a potion, he tends to whisper words of encouragement, brushing along your fingers or shoulders gently.

Sebastian: "Good girl/boy. You added the right amount of Troll Bogeys."

Against common belief, I don't think that he is the jealous type. Of course, he ensures that people who are romantically interested in you know that you are happily taken, but he is so confident in his charms that he doubts anyone comes even close to him in your book. Only when he notices that someone rivals his natural magnetism and winsome smile does he become jealous and starts sulking like a child. Then, his jealousy becomes extremely profound and unrivaled.

Sebastian: *sitting on a bench in the hallway, pouting*

You: "Sebby, darling, what is bothering you? Don't make that dreary face."

Sebastian: "Dreary!? I’m appalled! Who does that seven-year think he is that he can steal my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?"

You: *giggling* "No one will steal me from you. *you appease him with a kiss on his forehead*

Sebastian: *smiling exuberantly for the rest of the day until Ominis is so fed up that he swears that even he could see Seb's smile*

If you both belong to Slytherin, you spend hours in the common room reading books from the forbidden section until you fall asleep. You are usually laying on his chest, head buried in Sebastian's neck, and he holds you close with an iron-hard grip. Fortunately, Ominis always wakes up early, and when he notices that Sebastian is not in his bed, he walks down to the common room to wake you both up to prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading.

If you don't belong to Slytherin, your meeting spot for late-night reading sessions is in the Undercroft, and Ominis brings all of you some breakfast from the kitchens.

Sebastian is so enchanted by you that he is convinced you are a rare kind of magic. Obviously, your ancient magic powers are great and all. But your smile and personality are an instant kill to him and equal fatality.

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis is not big on showing his affection publicly. But trust me, this young man will make sure that you know he loves you ardently. He is the romantic type. He writes you poems and love notes. Sometimes he passes his latest creations to you in class, and he is so clever about it that no teacher ever catches him.

Ominis: *scribbling notes in Transfiguration* "MC, could you pass me your book? I forgot mine."

You: "Sure."

After a while, he returns the book, and when you turn to the page he read, you find a little sheet that Ominis used to express his love for you: Your voice sounds like the waves rippling on the shore, and your skin is as smooth as a moonstone. Your hair rivals the soft grass below a willow tree, and your breath smells like the epitome of a sweet summer breeze. I may be blind, but you invigorated my other senses: smelling, tasting, hearing, and feeling. My world would be stale without you in it. Also, I think Sebastian is up to something again. You keep an eye on him, and I will strain my ears to find out what he is hiding. In utter infatuation, your Ominis <3

Ominis loves it when you describe the surroundings to him. Unfortunately, whenever something unexpected happens, for example, in class, and he hears people gasping in astonishment, he does not know immediately what is transpiring. Ominis has to rely on someone telling him exactly what happened after the event is over to grasp the entirety of a situation. Usually, he extracts the most important pieces of information by listening closely to the different sounds amidst the chaos, but he is glad that ever since you stumbled into his gloomy life, you supply him with detailed descriptions and explanations. He loves how attentive you are. He doesn't have to ask for your help. You just inform him in a non-condescending manner about that which he cannot see. You include and cherish him with all that you are. And if the two of you are walking through the grounds of Hogwarts, he inquires about the scenery. But he is not interested in how the trees, the sun, and the sky create a picturesque atmosphere, he wants to know what the view looks like to you. He is curious about your subjective opinion.

You: "The tree looks beautiful. It is a bit crooked, and if you were to compare its leaves to human hair, you would think that it is in desperate need of a haircut. Oh! To our right, Leander Prewett is showing off his broom skills to a few first-years. They are elated and impressed."

Ominis: "I hear them saying that Prewett is flying phenomenally."

You understood his implicit question perfectly. "His flying sucks, honestly. The first-years just don't know what good flying looks like."

It takes him some time, but eventually, he opens up about his trauma. He talks in detail about how he was tortured as a child and forced to use the Cruciatus Curse. He may even cry, but you hold him tight and listen to him spilling his sorrow. You don't tell him that everything is alright. Obviously, nothing is alright. The past branded a mark on his soul. In these moments, when he is at his lowest, you understand why he possesses a sarcastic personality. Sarcasm helps him to cope with his pain. All that you can and ever will tell him is that he is safe with you and that you will be there for him as long as he wants you to be.

Ominis: "I would do anything to stop this maddening darkness inside of me. No matter how high the cost. But then I remember I needn't pay any price because you light the way out of this abyssal cavern that I call my soul."

Yes, he has dramatic tendencies, but only if he expresses his genuine feelings does he become big on words. Only the ones closest to him – you, Sebastian, and Anne - get to experience that side of him. Little side note: You are a little jealous of Anne.

You spend a lot of time in the Undercroft together, and since he can't see you, he loves to let his fingers run over your face, feeling your facial features. He loves doing that and hates when he has to stop because you either have to attend classes or Sebastian barges in with a new idea that you cannot dissuade him from. It always ends with Ominis and you helping Sebastian out to make sure he doesn't get into serious trouble.

Ominis: *his thumbs brush over your bows and the bridge of your nose* "You are dazzling."

You: *your face is flushed red as his index finger traces your mouth*

Ominis: *his other hand moves to your collarbone, and from there, it wanders precariously low. *

You: *smacking his hand away* "I know you can't see, but you were about to touch my... well, you know."

Ominis: *shrugging* "It was worth a try."

You: *your mouth agape* "Wha-"

Natsai Onai

She is a very classy person regarding dating, and the most important aspect for her in a relationship is trust and respect. She abhors it when someone treats her patronizingly or disrespectfully. If you want this relationship to work, you and she have to be on eye level.

She is not a big fan of public affection. However, she does not mind it much either. She likes to hold your hand or kiss you on the cheeks. Occasionally, she holds the door open for you.

She is even more protective than Sebastian and Ominis would be in a relationship. If anyone looks at you the wrong way, her dark eyes will settle ominously and threateningly on them. The Gryffindor in her sometimes urges her to say something provoking, and if she does so, it requires you to diffuse the situation. Incidents like these are rare though, and Natsai picks her battles wisely. You don’t have anything to worry about.

*A group of students whispering and looking at you while you pass by with Natsai*

You: *ignoring them and talking in detail about how you defeated the Lord of the Coast in hopes of impressing Natsai*

Natsai: *walking up to the students and crossing her arms as she stares them down silently*

The students: *confused and scared*

Natsai: “Have you ever experienced the horrors of an angry gazelle?”

Natsai’s mother, Professor Onai, keeps a close eye on you. At some point, you contemplated dropping Divination, because whether in class or in the Great Hall, this woman watches you like a hawk. Especially after the whole ordeal with Harlow.

You: *eating breakfast in the Great Hall and looking up to the teacher's podium, only to see Natsai’s mother staring at you*

You: *turning to Natsai hastily and tapping her on the shoulder* “Natty, your mother is doing it again.”

Natsai: “Oh, don’t worry. She likes you.”

You: *breathing a sigh of relief*

Natsai: “But she said she was going to transfigure you into a toad if you were to hurt me.”

Needless to say that you and Natty spend most of your dates outside the castle in Hogsmeade, enjoying a butterbeer. Of course, the beverage tastes good, but the real reason you go to the Three Broomsticks is that you want to talk undisturbed in a secluded corner, preferably on the second floor. You talk a lot about Matabeleland and Uagadou, and Natty is glad that you are genuinely interested in her culture of origin and don’t ask questions just to be polite. Trust me, she experiences that a lot. More often than not, your talks become personal and even philosophical.

When you trust her enough, you show her the Room of Requirements. Then most of your dates take place there, away from the prying eyes of others, and she teaches you wandless magic.

Amit Thakkar

He has an absolute glow-up in the summer leading up to your seventh year at Hogwarts. Amit was cute and handsome before but… just wow! However, he is absolutely oblivious to any male or female student showing interest in him. He is too focused on studying Astronomy and Gobbledygook. Only has eyes for you anyway, his beloved star.

*You and Amit are spending time at the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars*

You: “Amit, they were definitely hitting on you earlier. Did you not notice?”

Amit: *staring into his telescope* “I only noticed you.”

He is not good at expressing his feelings. He shows his love by comparing you to stars and things that he likes, which sometimes goes horribly wrong.

Amit: *showing you his map of the night sky while you study in the library* “You remind me of the Scorpion constellation.”

You: “Oh, why is that?”

Amit: “Well, the Scorpion looks just as courageous and powerful as you when you return from your frequent excursions all muddy… and smelly…and covered in grime… barely holding on to life—”

You: “Stop it, Amit.”

Since we are already talking about your adventures outside of Hogwarts... Amit is worried sick when you don’t show up to classes because that is a clear indication that you are out in the wild, risking your life. Again. He always covers for you, though, when a teacher inquires about your absence. Unfortunately, he is bad at lying. When you return from your adventures, he is mad at you and scolds you tirelessly. Amit doesn’t even want to know what you have been up to because his poor heart cannot take hearing about the perils you found yourself in. He helps to clean the grime off your face with a handkerchief and fusses about your appearance. In these moments, he behaves like a worried parent. The handkerchief he uses has his initials stitched on it. By now, you have a whole stack of these handkerchiefs in your dorm room.

Professor Sharp: *checking the class attendance and noticing that you are missing* “Where is Mr/Ms (Your Surname)?”

Amit: *feels already guilty that he is about to lie* “Ah… ehm, Professor Sharp, I fear that they fell… ehm… yes, exactly, they fell off their broom. They are currently in the hospital wing…” *hunches his shoulders forward slightly to hide from the skeptical glances of the other students thrown his way*

Imelda: “That’s simply impossible, Amit. They are almost as good at flying as I am. I want to stress the almost, though. No one is as good as me.”

Amit: *panicking and becoming angry* “Yes, Imelda, but accidents happen to the best of us. Don’t they?”

Imelda: “They don’t happen to me.”

Amit: *his head falls on the table in frustration, but he lifts it up right away and apologizes to Professor Sharp for violating the social codex of good behavior* “My behavior was highly improper, Sir.”

You and Amit fulfill the stereotype of a goody-two-shoes falling in love with a daredevil and vice versa. You are over the moon and back for each other. Amit can’t stress enough how you are like the sun and moon. You are opposites that sought to unite your differences.

You: *making your way to Care for Magical Creatures*

Amit: *pulling you into an alcove, pressing you against the wall, and putting his finger to your mouth to prevent you from screeching*

You: “Amit! You are lucky I have a third sense for knowing when it’s you who ambushes me.”

Amit: “Right. Otherwise, I would have ended up like one of those dark wizards.” *brushes your hair out of your face* “Well, you know how stern I can be about time management. There is still some time until our next class starts.”

You: *giggling* “By Merlin, then don’t waste our precious time.”

Amit: *kisses you passionately*

Although Amit doesn’t want to be informed in detail about your perilous adventures, he does ask whether you have met any goblins that would help him with improving his pronunciation in Gobbledygook.

Amit: *holding your hand while you are sitting under a tree, gazing at the Great Lake* “Remember that you once told me about Garnuff and Biscuit?”

You: *rolling your eyes* “How could I forget? It was not easy to save Biscuit and the other Mooncalves from the poachers. I had to free the poor beasts from the cage they were being held in by using Alohomora, but somehow the lock didn’t react to the spell. It took me multiple tries until I got it right.”

Amit: “Would you mind introducing me to Garnuff? I would like to improve my Gobbledygook.”

You: *kissing him on the cheek* “Not at all.”

His parents love you, and they are already planning your wedding, although you and Amit are not thinking about that at all. Not yet, that is.

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy is very serious when it comes to relationships. She does not take them lightly and intends to show her true self to her romantic partner.

Poppy: *looking seriously at you after you confessed to her* "I like you, too. But if we are going to do this, then it is all or nothing."

Poppy grew up in a company of poachers because her parents were part of said company. Early on, she realized that the harm her parents caused the magical beasts was immoral. She has a strong sense of what is wrong and what is right. Since she could never identify with the lifestyle of her parents, she has always felt like an outsider. That is partly the case because she has a strong personality and despises the thought of altering herself just to be liked. Also, her past caused her to be more emotionally mature than her peers.

You: "Poppy, maybe you should go to Hogsmeade with the others. They invited you, after all. You might make new friends."

Poppy: "I don't want to go. I have seen how Violet McDowell and Grace Pinch-Smedly sneer at other people behind their backs. They just need someone to look down upon so they feel better. At least I have enough self-confidence to define my worth solely by my standards and virtues."

You: *sighing, knowing that she is right* "A butterbeer with Highwing in the Room of Requirement it is, then."

Once she realizes she can show her true colors around you without having to be afraid of being judged or shunned, she becomes the embodiment of THE loyal Hufflepuff. She always has your back, no matter what. Also, she is so wholesome! Together, you spend a lot of your time in your Vivarium, where she is so busy with the beasts that she sometimes forgets you are there. But you are just happy to see her smiling, uninhibited and free.

*You and Poppy are spending time in the Vivarium*

Poppy: *looking in your direction and running towards you* "Oh, you are so cute!"

You: *your ears turn red and you bashfully open your arms for a hug*

Poppy: *rushes past you*

You: *turning around confused, only to see Poppy hugging the Irondale Thief, a Niffler, who sticks out his tongue at you, smiling smugly*

Poppy does not mind public displays of affection, but kissing in front of others is as far as she would go. Make-out sessions are reserved for more private locations. Her love language is being attentive to you. She makes sure you eat enough and listens earnestly when something is weighing heavily on you.

Poppy: *seeing that you are unfocused in Charms* "Hey, what is wrong?"

You: "I have been thinking about Professor Fig lately. I miss him."

Poppy: "I see. How about we eat something after class and talk about your grief?"

You: *kissing her when Professor Hecat is not looking* "Sounds perfect."

Poppy is your little ray of sunshine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Her grandma adores you and writes you letters, too. Occasionally, she sends you sweets or practical stuff like woolen gloves/scarves. Basically, anything that keeps you warm during the colder months.

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Getting You Off Is My New Favourite Hobby. 🔞 - Sebastian Sallow

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader genre: smut, mdni (everyone is 18+) warning: slight pining/hook-up ✧ cunnilingus ✧ mutual masturbation ✧ virgin!Sebastian ✧ voyeurism ✧ unprotected sex ✧ missionary ✧ sideways ✧ cumming inside summary: After helping the new girl unpack her trunk, Sebastian can't help the raging hard-on in his trousers. As though struck by luck, he walks into a sight that reveals he wasn't the only one needing release after a tense meeting. word count: 12.4k my masterlist.

In the blue glow Slytherin common room, Sebastian paced in front of the fireplace, idly flipping through a spellbook. As you, a new student, entered with your heavy-looking trunk, his attention snapped to you like a spell cast. Mesmerised by your presence, he couldn't resist the urge to approach, his heart racing with intrigue and curiosity. With a confident stride, he tossed his book, eager to initiate a conversation and get to know you.

You stumble in with your trunk held up with both hands, arms straight from carrying the heavy load. You plop it down on the stone floor and take a breather. You lean against a pillar and look around, taking in the scenery, when you notice a brunet boy approaching the entrance. You don't think much of it, guessing that he was probably on his way out, so you scoot the trunk out of the way. As Sebastian approached, his heart pounded even louder against his chest, every fibre of his being drawn to you. He couldn't contain his excitement now that he finally had the chance to speak with you. His gaze flickered over your figure, appreciating the way you held yourself despite the burden of the trunk. But before he could utter a word, you made room for him to pass, seemingly oblivious to the effect you had on him. His brows furrowed slightly as he wondered if perhaps you didn't notice his interest.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sebastian quickly adjusted his focus. Instead of mentioning his attraction, he decided to offer assistance with your heavy belongings. "Allow me," he said gently, reaching out to take some of the burden from your hands. The weight of the trunk was surprisingly substantial, but he managed it effortlessly as he walked it towards a nearby empty spot near the couches. He dusted off his palms, trying to conceal his nerves, and offered you a winning smile. "Welcome to Slytherin, by the way. My name is Sebastian Sallow, your local duelling expert.”

As you glanced up to thank the boy for helping with the trunk, you froze in place, struck by the pure force of his magnetic gaze. Your eyes widened at the sight of the brunet up close and your heart skipped a beat as you took in his charming features and alluring confidence. He exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore, making your cheeks flush with heat. Swallowing nervously, you forced out a weak smile and murmured your thanks, grateful for his assistance. "You did that without breaking a sweat. Impressive," you blurted out while attempting to regain your composure. You hesitated for a moment, cursing yourself mentally and glancing around before finding the courage to address the captivating presence in the room. "Sorry, I must have seemed rude earlier, I… I didn't catch that you were approaching. I'm usually not so lost in my own thoughts." A nervous laugh escaped you as you extended your hand, hoping to make amends. "Pleased to meet you.”

Sebastian felt an unexpected jolt as you apologised, undeniably attracted to your vulnerability. Your admission only fueled his fascination, making him feel even more drawn to you. He grinned in response, his eyes gleaming with amusement and admiration. "No need to apologise; I've come across many who forget their manners in my presence," he quipped playfully before gripping your hand and giving it a firm shake. His fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary, savouring the warmth from your touch.

His gaze never wavered from yours, and he could sense the tension building between you. Feeling bold, he decided it was worth a shot. "Is there something you'd like help with? Perhaps unpacking or navigating the castle since it's your first day?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, his voice low and inviting, hinting at his genuine intentions to help and spend more time with you already.

A wave of relief washed over you as Sebastian offered assistance. Exhaustion from your journey overwhelmed you, and having help sounded like an absolute dream. However, the idea of spending time alone with him in your dormitory sent a ripple of excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins. Your gaze swayed between his captivating eyes and your shoes, feeling embarrassed at the thought of him seeing your personal belongings.

"That would be amazing," you managed to stammer out, still struggling with the conflicting emotions surging through you. Your eyes flickered nervously between him and the trunk, contemplating the prospect of him seeing your things. Finally, you summoned the courage to voice your hesitation. "But, um, maybe your help isn't really required. I mean, it's just… my clothes and books. Nothing interesting." You bit your lip, realising how silly you might sound, but unable to help the sentiment. There was just something about exposing yourself like that to a stranger that made you uneasy, even though your attraction to Sebastian was growing stronger by the minute.

Sebastian felt his face flush as he realised he'd hit a nerve. Yet rather than letting it deter him, he leaned in closer, towering over the trunk with an air of nonchalance. "Nothing strange here, I promise," he assured you, his voice velvety smooth. "Just a helping hand. After all, you need to settle in comfortably, and I happen to be quite skilled at that sort of thing." His teasing smile never faltered, but beneath it lay a genuine concern for your ease. Suddenly remembering his sister, he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce a part of himself that wasn't known to everyone yet. "Plus, having a twin sister, I've seen more than my fair share of wardrobes. No judgement from me, trust me." With that, he shot you a reassuring nod, attempting to dispel any residual doubt while maintaining a lighthearted tone. In truth, the thought of intimacy piqued his curiosity, but he knew it was best to tread lightly at this stage.

Your eyebrows arched slightly at Sebastian's revelation of his twin sister. This newfound information added another layer of intrigue to him, making your heart race even faster. You appreciated the attempt at easing your concerns, feeling slightly more comfortable with the idea of him assisting you. Gathering your nerves once again, you nodded and shifted your stance in expectation. "Okay, then. Thanks for understanding. If you could help place them where I usually keep them, that'd be great." There was a hint of gratitude mixed with apprehension in your voice. Despite your uncertainty, there was something irresistibly appealing about allowing Sebastian into this private aspect of your life.

Sebastian's face flushed a deeper shade of pink as you agreed, and he hastily picked up the trunk, his fingers grazing yours for a brief second as you went to do the same. The warmth from your touch sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him even more flustered than before. "Room number, please?" He asked in a raspy whisper, attempting to conceal his embarrassment. Each interaction seemed to make him crave more, and yet, he fought to maintain decorum. The anticipation of entering your dormitory filled him with equal parts excitement and dread, but it was evident that he wouldn't trade this experience for anything else. Pacing himself, he waited for your response while holding the trunk securely, his eyes still locked onto yours.

With a deep breath to steady your nerves, you recited your dorm room number, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks as you spoke. Sebastian's casual demeanour amidst the burgeoning awkwardness was endearing, and you found yourself reflecting on the contrast between his appearance and his strength. His hair was unkempt yet sexy, framing his sharp eyes, and those freckles dotted across his nose gave him an almost boyish charm. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, and the unexpected nature of these feelings, you decided that maybe it was worth indulging in this connection. After all, first impressions were important, and you couldn't shake off the magnetic pull toward him. Following closely behind, he led the way to your assigned room in Slytherin's quarters, balancing a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Upon reaching your room, he gently pushed open the door and gestured for you to step inside first. Still surprisingly, he carried the heavy trunk with minimal effort, mirroring his assertion of being well-acquainted with caretaking tasks. As you entered, his eyes trailed up and down your body, assessing your every curve with hidden desire. He couldn't help but appreciate the sight before him—from your graceful movements to the playful bounce in your steps. He was acutely aware of his attraction but tried to mask it as professional curiosity, pretending to analyse the layout instead. "Which corner would you prefer for your bed, love?" he queried, still battling to control his impulses. He shifted the trunk between his hands while waiting for your answer, resisting the urge to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

You felt your cheeks burn as Sebastian casually referred to you as "love," catching you completely off guard. The warmth spread across your face, heightening the sensation of being watched. Despite his amateur attempt to dismiss it as an accident, the nickname cut straight to your core, stirring unexpected feelings within you. He sensed your reaction, and panic set in. He quickly diverted the conversation back to practical matters, realising that words could be powerful indeed. His smooth facade shattered, replaced with sheepish nervousness. "Damn, I meant… uh, which side do you want to sleep on?" He stuttered, desperately trying to regain composure while setting the trunk down gently beside the vacant beds.

As he sought to rectify his blunder, his gaze lingered on your lovely blush, further entangled in the enigma that was you. Suddenly, it became clear that things weren't as simple as he'd imagined. You decided on one of the beds and walked towards it, the vibrancy of your blush still persisting. As you fluffed the pillow, running your fingers over its soft fabric, your gaze traced the lines of the dormitory. The wallpaper, the furniture, everything felt much more intimate now with Sebastian around. You wondered if he noticed the significance of that affectionate term he had used earlier or if it was merely a slip. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Sebastian struggled to maintain his composure. He discreetly adjusted himself, fighting the rock-hard erection that insisted on reminding him of its presence. Your proximity, coupled with the soft rustling of the pillow, created an environment charged with stimuli. He couldn't ignore the signs anymore—his body was acutely attuned to you. Inhibiting a groan, he nodded and swiftly moved to pick up the trunk again, hoping that handling tasks would distract from the rising desire.

Without warning, Sebastian dropped the heavy trunk onto the bed you had chosen, causing it to bounce slightly on the mattress as the bed frame croaked loudly. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, startled by the sudden movement, yet also conscious of its suggestiveness. The impact reverberated throughout the room, punctuating the air with an electrifying tension. He froze, horrified by his lack of finesse and the effect it had on you. His breath caught in his throat, watching as you winced slightly. He willed himself not to look at your lips, praying you hadn't turned rosy from the whimper. Quickly gathering his wits, he forced a laugh. "Oh, sorry! Can't seem to remember my own strength sometimes.”

Swallowing nervously, you reached for the latches of your trunk, timidly opening it with a bit more caution than usual. Inside lay a jumble of tangled clothes, relics of home, and personal belongings. Relief washed over you as you spotted your knickers skillfully hidden beneath textbooks. Thank Merlin you had packed meticulously! Silently thanking your organised self, you tamed any fears of humiliation. Turning to Sebastian, you offered a small smile, hoping to defuse the situation before it escalated further. "Thanks for your help," you said softly, choosing not to mention the unfortunate incident with the trunk.

Before you could fully drag the open trunk towards you, a glimpse of dark red lace peeked from the tumble of clothes, lying tantalisingly near the edge. Sebastian's eyes widened momentarily, taking note of the scarlet scrap before you hastened to cover it again. A slow grin crept across his face, revealing teeth stained by guilt and amusement. "Careful," he chuckled, moving swiftly to help you arrange the books and clothes, effectively hiding the incriminating piece of evidence. "Those books can stack rather precariously." Unsure whether to be dismayed or amused by the coincidence, you complied with his assistance, staying silent as you tidied up. An electric current pulsed between you—the small revelation sparking curiosity and a touch of naughtiness. His hands brushed past yours, sending shivers down your spine. Classic literature never felt so scandalous.

You agreed, handing over the books as your heart pounded faster. The heat from his palm seeped into yours, branding your senses with his aura. With quick efficiency, you tucked away your undergarment amongst your clothes, ensuring they wouldn't make another embarrassing cameo. Quietly, you busied yourself sorting through your unpacked items, unable to meet his gaze. "Could you place those on the desk there? Thanks," you murmured sheepishly, nodding towards a wooden table nearby.

The silence stretched between you, filled with countless unsaid words and suppressed nervous laughter. Sebastian's gaze lingered on the pile of clothes you'd neatly arranged, the lace still visible in his mind. Despite your efforts, he knew exactly what lay hidden within. His own blush deepened as he placed the books on the desk, relishing this newfound mystery. This game seemed far from over. As Sebastian carefully arranged the books on the desk, a thousand thoughts paraded through his mind. Every line, every hue painted a vivid picture of you wearing the alluring red garment. He pondered about the curves it might conceal, the secrets it promised. The very idea made his blood rush hotter, making it difficult to concentrate on mundane tasks.

His imagination danced wildly—how soft you must feel beneath those tempting fabrics, how delightful the scent would be, and how desperately he yearned to explore your taste. Yet it wasn't just physical appetite driving his fantasies; rather, the juxtaposition intrigued him most. Timidity cloaked in seduction, innocence dripping in sin. Oh, what a fascinating enigma you were. Despite your quiet demeanour, there was undoubtedly a fiery spirit within. That brazen red whispered promises of passion untold, and Sebastain was desperate to decode the riddle. But for now, he feigned obliviousness, knowing discretion was crucial. For he, too, had secrets brewing beneath his polished exterior.

Your breath hitched, your thoughts wandering down paths you'd previously avoided. Images of Sebastian draped in nothing but his own undergarments filled your mind. You imagined the way his lean body would look, tension rippling beneath smooth skin, and how desire might transform his expressive features. Your cheeks flamed, realising the consequences of your daydream. Your undergarments, once just a respectable layer of cotton, now clung uncomfortably damp. You hesitated, contemplating whether to change immediately or risk waiting till privacy. Either way, the mere thought of Sebastian sent waves of warmth coursing through you.

This new reality was overwhelming yet exciting. The prospect of exploring these feelings with him felt both thrilling and terrifying. And even though you knew better than to fantasise about such unthinkable practices with a stranger, the taboo nature only fueled your fascination further. What kind of man was he beneath that charming façade? And who were you becoming? Embarrassed and exhilarated, you began to hang your clothes in the wardrobe, clutching your jumper tightly against your chest. You hoped no one else would enter our dormitory right now, especially not a professor.

Meanwhile, Sebastian snatched an opportunity to glance at the daring undergarment tucked among your belongings. His cheeks burned like fire, his conscience whispering warnings while his heart begged for indulgence. Nevertheless, he managed a casual facade, retrieving your toiletries from your trunk next. Placing them onto your nightstand, he attempted small talk, trying to maintain an easygoing front. "Quite an impressive collection of hair ribbons. Are you a budding hairdresser, perhaps?" he asked, sounding playful despite the racing pulse in his ears. Focusing on the silky sensuality of the fabric, Sebastian fought back a moan. His erection strained against his wool trousers, urging him to relieve it. Despite the torment, he maintained an air of nonchalance. As you spoke about your collection, he tried diverting attention from the obvious evidence of his turmoil.

Distracted by your work with the coat hangers, you replied, "A girl could never have enough hair accessories. Keeps one grounded, doesn't it?" The irony wasn't lost on him; here he was, losing equilibrium over a pair of lacy panties, owned by a pretty girl. He had to continue chatting lightly about trivial matters, hoping to shift focus from the risqué interlude. Meanwhile, his mind reeled with possibilities—how much more would you reveal if pushed further, and how far would you let him push?

With ease, you slid your pyjamas into the dresser drawer, determined to ignore your sopping wet panties beneath your own uniform. Every movement exposed subtle curves beneath thick layers—hips swaying gently as you bent, breasts barely concealed by cotton. Despite repeated attempts at restraint, Sebastian couldn't contain his perusal. Your sensuous silhouette mesmerised him, setting off a chorus of wanton whispers in his mind.

He adjusted himself again discreetly, his gaze following your lithe form closely. The sight of your tight calves leading to exquisitely plump thighs nearly undid him. His tongue ran along his dry lips, imagining the taste of your tender neck while your fragrance fills his senses. Even your tastefully sized uniform couldn't obscure the fullness of your figure, the captivating contours taunting him. But then, your innocent nature added depth to your appeal. Would you be just as guarded and bashful in bed? Your choice of lingerie suggested otherwise.

Sebastian cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the realm of pleasantries and semblances of decency. "So, what did you think of our common room?" He questioned casually yet earnestly, his gaze lingering on your hands as they moved over drawers and knick-knacks. His heart pounded relentlessly, echoing the beat of his hardening member. His thoughts, however, raced ahead unabashedly. Sebastian's imagination knew no bounds, unfettered by morality. Picture after picture played in his mind—your bound hands tugging against the silk material of the ribbons, drawing taut across your soft skin, contrasting sharply with the delicate confines of your undergarments. Then there was your lower half, helpless under his control; the fabric binding your thighs, tickling sensitive flesh like devil's snare, driving an insatiable hunger within him. And finally, that tantalising fantasy: a silk lint threaded between your folds, brushing against your clitoris with every imperceptible motion.

Each image flooded his senses, his entire being consumed by lust. Yet, he banished them swiftly, summoning a calm mask for your benefit. He needed to tread carefully, to navigate the murky waters of desire without capsizing his ship. Amidst it all, one thing was clear—you were destined to become his obsession, a new student sent here exclusively for him to indulge in.

You turned away from your stuffed wardrobe towards Sebastian, who sat casually yet suggestively on an otherwise empty bed. Heat blanketed your face as you realised how openly you'd examined him too. From his tousled hair down to his bulged trousers, every detail drew you in further. Desire coiled within you, battling apprehension and shock. It seemed this entire scenario was an unwritten invitation to explore untrodden territory. "The common room seemed… Dark," you mumbled shyly, delving into neutral words while trying not to gawk anymore. Your heartbeat matched your thoughts—erratic and fast, pulsating with anticipation and trepidation.

Noticing the flex of your thigh muscles as you shifted position, Sebastian swallowed hard, trying not to let his growing fascination show. They seemed so delicate yet strong, making him imagine them wrapped around his head during passionate nights. "Ah, the darkness suits us Slytherins perfectly, don't you think?" He smirked subtly, the gleam in his eyes hinting at more than idle conversation. As he answered, he fought back the urge to touch those very limbs. Instead, he hunched over on your unused bed, planting his arms and clasping his hands in his lap to hide his own discomfort. "Although, once you settle in, there will be plenty more to observe." Was it a casual observation or friendly small talk? Only he would know, though part of you hoped it was a promise.

Sebastian felt his resolve crumbling like sandcastles at high tide. He wanted nothing more than to rush into his own dormitory and relieve himself, but his better judgement held him back. With a tired sigh, he devised an excuse spot on, hoping it would suffice. "Well, I think we got most of your stuff," he remarked lightly before standing up hastily, concealing his arousal from your watchful gaze. "I suppose there's much studying left to do this evening. I think I should be heading off." His voice dripped with sexiness laced with melancholy, as though Christmas had just come early and gone by within minutes.

Turning away from your spellbinding form, he headed towards the door. "Duty calls, I'll see you tomorrow?" He chuckled a bit sheepishly as he opened the wooden door, wondering how soon fate would conspire again. As Sebastian prepared to exit, you managed a wavering smile filled with equal parts nerves and longing. "Goodnight, Sebastian," you whispered softly, feeling vulnerable under the weight of recent events. Flushed cheeks mirrored shared embarrassment and arousal that transcended mere acquaintanceship.

"Indeed," he acknowledged with a nod, halfway through the doorway. Despite his own disarray, he respected your need for decorum. A final, appreciative glance over his shoulder conveyed volumes unsaid. With a quiet chuckle at life's whimsical turns, Sebastian vanished into shadowy corridors, leaving behind an electric atmosphere suffused with tension and desire.

Feeling the weight lift off your shoulders upon Sebastian's departure, you let out a sigh of relief, sinking onto your bed wearily. There was something exhausting about repressed desire. You kicked off your shoes hastily and sprawled onto the mattress, your movements more erratic than usual. The school skirt rode high as it exposed your panties.

Without further ado, you whipped off your damp underwear, hastily lifting your skirt higher. Now completely naked from waist down, you surrendered to your needs. Thoughts of Sebastian swirled crazily in your head: his voice, subtle confidence, and most notably, the outline suggesting a girthy cock pressed against trousers. Those images propelled you further into arousal. Your fingers found home amidst your pussy’s folds in your underwear, rubbing circles that quickly escalated into almost violent strokes. Hard breaths punctuated the silence, breaking only for brief moans that you tried to muzzle unsuccessfully. As your caresses became more urgent, you imagined his rough fingertips pressing and rubbing against your pulsating core. Each stroke replayed the day's scenes differently than the reality: his gaze heavier, his words dirtier, his bulge even bigger. Desire consumed every thought, each breath now ragged and wild.

As Sebastian retraced his steps to his own dormitory, he couldn't resist touching himself discreetly through the wool barrier by squeezing his erection with his pocketed hand. His grip tightened involuntarily, his thoughts already veering into erotic territories. Images of your body lingered prominently, heightening arousal that threatened to burst through.

He visualised your beautiful form anew: legs spread wide, inviting, your sexy sounds echoing in his ears. His knuckles dug into his swelling member as visions flooded his mind—your dewy lips begging for his mouth, your hips grinding against his pelvis, your moans accompanying each thrust.

A torrent of lascivious scenarios invaded his senses and though he struggled to maintain composure, every step felt like walking on thin ice. Each squeeze exasperated him further, his groin throbbing under layers of clothing. He marvelled at the intensity of this attraction, wondering if it reflected mutual feelings or merely his immense libido. Finally reaching his own dormitory, he bolted inside, slamming the door shut. Dismissing any semblance of shame, Sebastian fumbled with the buttons, freeing his aching member. Groaning at the ceiling as he threw his head back, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of your meeting earlier.

With a desperate hunger on your side of the dungeons, you grasped your breasts, freeing them from the restrictive uniform, the cool air caressing them gently as they bounced lightly. A soft moan escaped your throat, eyes clenched shut. The sight of tousled curls brushing against them clouded your mind, urging you onward. Two fingers slid deep into your wet depths, mimicking the firm yet tender exploration you wished for from Sebastian. You matched his supposed cadence, imagining him kneading those lovely globes with skilled hands, his other fingers probing roughly between your thighs. Each pump sent shivers coursing through your body, simultaneously pleasurable and agonising. Your nipples tightened under your own touch, demanding more.

The fantasy deepened: Sebastian's tongue flicking across your skin, teeth tenderly scraping while his fingers pushed your boundaries deeper. Feelings too potent to contain swirled chaotically in your head, threatening to spiral beyond control. An invisible thread connected your pleasure to his, entrancing and addicting. Your breath hitched faster with each movement, your entire being chanting his name quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

On the other end of Slytherin's labyrinthine corridors, Sebastian lay sprawling on his bed, trousers unzipped and let loose. Shutting his eyes tightly, he focused on the memory seared into his brain. Your face, voice, and scent assaulted him relentlessly, amplifying the need that could no longer be ignored. Jerking off with abandon, he gave in to his lust. Gritting his teeth, he pictured every minute detail of your luscious body, his anticipation growing stronger with each stroke. However, a nagging detail surfaced: he hadn't bothered locking the bedroom door. Despite the impending orgasm, fear crept its way in. What if someone barged in and found him thus engaged? Fumbling for his wand, panic gripped his heart. Where did he keep it?

Panic soon melted into frustration when he couldn't locate his trusty wand among scattered quills, books, and robes strewn around recklessly. A curse slipped past his lips involuntarily. Amidst these unfortunate circumstances, his cock pulsed forcefully, spurring him to continue a little longer. Yet, the fear of interruption left him tense, unable to fully immerse in the moment. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to cum fiercely, shouting your name to the roof, but fear kept him restrained. A sudden realisation dawned on his freckled face, blindingly obvious after much thought. In the chaos preceding assistance, he might have briefly set it on your desk while helping you unpack your trunk. He hesitated, torn between exploring his fantasies and retrieving his wand. However, practicality won over fantasy.

Sebastian knew the danger that lurked in his recklessness; if caught, the consequences would be dire. The urgency dwindled slowly as rationality filled the gaps, replacing horniness with embarrassment. With a heavy sigh, he began dressing hurriedly while mentally tracing steps back to your room. His heart pounded on his chest, the thought of facing you again, however fleeting, triggering excitement once more. Leaving his room hastily, he navigated towards yours with apprehension, praying to find his wand untouched. He felt vulnerable without it, exposed and fidgety. Although his body yearned for release, duty came first—his precious possession needed to return to its rightful master post-haste.

Upon reaching your dormitory door, Sebastian knocked out of courtesy, though the sound reverberated loudly in his ears. The subsequent moments bore an atmosphere pregnant with anticipation. A withheld breath escaped when he pushed the door slightly ajar, and his eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the scene before him. You laid sprawled on the bed, legs splayed eagerly, gasping his name while your eyes squeezed shut. The image of you, wet and wild, sent a jolt directly to his groin. Your tits jiggled invitingly as he watched, your nipples stiff, hands working diligently through your creamy slick. As the wand lay innocuously on your desk, his eyes were fixated elsewhere: two fingers sliding rhythmically, delving deep into your weeping entrance, covered by a cotton barrier. Mouth agape, he watched as your knuckles penetrated your wet cunt, matching the tempo he craved to set within them. Every whimper, every gasp was like music in his ears, reawakening his dormant arousal, a heady blend of temptation and perversity. His gaze roamed over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. Your moans wafted through the air, each one carrying your tongue's bitter confession of lust for him. They lashed at his ego, enticing him further into the erotic dance. Each rhythm seemed to scream "join me," a magnetic pull he couldn't resist anymore.

Despite his initial plan to retrieve the wand and leave to fuck his fist in his own dormitory, curiosity spiked as his cock strained desperately for attention. A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips, decision finally made. Cocking his hip against the door behind him, he leaned nonchalantly, watching you through hooded eyes. You gasped again; this time louder, your breath hitching upon finding your sweet spot again. That beautiful face contorted with pleasure and embarrassment—a sight he had never seen but always desired. Knowing it was him who caused this reaction only fueled his desire, making him harder by the second. Your hand didn't pause though it quivered under the strain of your aggressive rhythm, daring and bold all at once. With a devilish smile tugging at his lips, he circled his pants with unsteady hands, struggling to keep himself contained amid a storm of hormones.

Clearing his throat nervously, Sebastian tried vainly not to blush, even as heat flooded his cheeks. The shock in your eyes mirrored his internal chaos perfectly. His swollen cock strained in his trousers, mocking his feeble attempts at decorum. Swallowing thickly, he attempted damage control, "I…I didn't mean to interrupt…" he muttered, hands trembling as he adjusted himself discreetly.

You scrambled to cover yourself quickly, pulling your skirt down and clutching your shirt tightly, eyes wide with shame. But the evidence of your own arousal was clear to him; he saw it everywhere: on your reddened face, your rapid breaths, and dilated pupils—proof of the fervour simmering beneath our exterior. Nevertheless, he respected your discomfort. His gaze flickered to his wand sitting idly on your desk before returning to meet your eyes. "We both know," he said softly, "that neither of us can deny what happened between us." In those words hung honest confessions and underlying temptations. His attraction to you wasn't something he could hide anymore, nor did he wish to do so. The game was now out in the open, your desires raw and exposed.

Your reactions were swift yet hesitant. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and blood rushed to your face at this unexpected spectacle. You glanced away from him, then back again, unsure whether to admit your faults or pretend like nothing happened. Embarrassment gnawed at you like the butterflies in your stomach, leaving an undeniable glaze on your cheeks. Finally, swallowing hard, you met his gaze firmly. "I know…" The admission was tentative but truthful. It hung heavily between you, and he nodded twice, recognizing your honesty. For a moment neither of you spoke, time itself seeming suspended in this charged silence. Then, a gravelly whisper escaped him. "Come here…please?" He beckoned you closer like a predator calling prey into its domain.

Your heart skipped several beats, but you found yourself moving towards him slowly yet surely, still clutching your shirt closed. This close proximity heightened the connection, exchanging your boundaries with mutual consent. Your bodies brushed lightly, and you locked your gazes as if challenging air itself to separate you. His eyes held promise and sin, mixed liberally with depravity and wanton desire. The atmosphere crackled with tension, ready to ignite at any spark. Each heartbeat resounded throughout the room, indicating your racing pulse synchronised as one entity now. Your gaze dropped to his bulge unconsciously, realising how horny he was for you too. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out his hand and pulled you flush against him by the waist, claiming territory in both word and deed. Through it all, your breath hitched uncontrollably, mirroring the surge of emotions coursing through you. Would you let your new acquaintance devour your innocence tonight? God, please, yes.

Both of you blushed furiously, the colour burning your faces scarlet. The fact that you'd barely met just an hour ago made your actions seem ridiculous and scandalous at once. Yet, there was a strange sense of familiarity, an intense connection you couldn't deny. Your lips parted slightly, and a quiet "please" escaped involuntarily. Seizing this opportunity, he pulled you closer, tightening his arm around your waist possessively. His muddy eyes gleamed with appreciation as they met your puppy-dog ones; their depths reflecting both excitement and fear, a perfect mirror of what you felt inside. There was no denying the electricity arcing between us, threatening to short-circuit us utterly.

As Sebastian nestled closer, his hips subtly ground against yours suggestively. Your breathing picked up pace, matching his erratic rhythmic pulsations. You trembled when his calloused hand slid subtly between the open gap of your shirt, brushing against tender skin, leaving trails of electric sensations in their wake. Shivers ran riot across mine body, reinforcing the unspoken agreement of irrational behaviour. Stealing a feathery kiss along your jawline, he whispered huskily near your ear, "If you change your mind, just say so. Otherwise…" He paused dramatically, punctuated by another grinding thrust against you. "Let's continue where we left off earlier." His hand moved stealthily underneath cotton, slithering his way to your breast that still rested on top of your lowered bra. With a soft moan trapped by your lips, he fully claimed you with a fierce kiss, sexually and emotionally, making sure you understood that he wanted only you tonight.

He kissed you desperately yet unhurriedly, alternately demanding and patient, as if trying to balance the fine line between urgency and patience. His tongue explored your mouth aggressively, seeking permission through every stroke. You responded instinctively, lips opening wide to welcome his incursion, mirroring his hunger without inhibition.

His free hand started its journey, tracing every curve it could find, stopping nonchalantly at your breast under the thin layer of fabric. Here, he hesitated for a split-second before finally reaching out boldly. With a firm grip, he squeezed your chest ever so gently, how it fit perfectly in his large palm like an offering meant specifically for him. Unhurried yet insatiable, Sebastian slowly plundered your lips. His tongue delved boldly into your mouth, mirroring the urgency palpable between us. As eagerness surged through him, so did caution, remembering it was his first time, and hoping it was yours too. His hand squeezed your tit gently but firmly, compressing it nicely in his palm, eliciting a faint yelp from your lips which were simultaneously bruised by his fervent kisses. An appreciative sound escaped him at the feel of firm flesh beneath his grip, prompting more exploration.

Rolling your pert nipple between his fingers, Sebastian felt it stiffen immediately, reacting positively to his prodding touch. A satisfied hum vibrated against your mouth, signalling approval. With each squeeze and pull, your chest rose and fell faster, breath hitching in response to his touch. He applied light pressure, fondling and kneading with abandon, desperate to savour every curve and contour hidden under layers of clothing. Little pinpricks of pleasure radiated from under his exploration, causing you to whimper quietly against his mouth. His tongue duelled fiercely with yours, battling for dominance amidst sparks of electricity dancing around both of you. In tandem, finger tips tweaked at your nipple aggressively, creating a paradoxical blend of pain and ecstasy within instinctive impulses coursing through every cell in your body.

With a rare skill, the Slytherin’s hand twisted into position for easier access. A shiver raced down your spine when he pinched that tiny bud harshly just enough to make you squirm, begging for more. Gasping into his kiss, you tilted your head backwards, surrendering yourself to his control. His free hand gripped your hair, holding you fast despite his urgency and haste. By now, your pants seemed woefully insufficient as sensations engorged and his weight pressed into you forcefully, a testament to his hunger. At your touch, he revelled in the sensation like an addict craving a fix, grunting low in satisfaction. His breath caught in his throat when your delicate hands roamed over the crisp material. Responding instinctively to the stimulation of your touch, he began peeling off his shirt, revealing lean and well-defined muscles previously hinted at by his clothes. His pecs flexed subtly beneath his smooth skin as one hand undid the buttons methodically, an erotic dance choreographed solely for you.

Simultaneously, his other hand tugged firmly at your tie, tearing it loose abruptly from around your neck, making your breath hitch once again by his sudden display of quiet strength. It fell to the ground much like his shame, replaced now only by insatiable wants. His own tie and shirt followed suit soon after as he discarded them artlessly, leaving him bare-chested and exposed. His breath ragged, eyes locked with yours, making sure you appreciated his offering. You stared entranced by his sheer confidence, noting dots of sweat even though he seemed so composed. He grinned wolfishly at your reaction before kissing you again: fierce, needful, borderless.

Meanwhile, your own garments were handled roughly yet carefully; off came the shirt next, uncovering pale skin marred only by the pink blush spread across it. The sight before him sent his brain spiraling wild with possibility and freedom. Your breasts, pushed up by the bra hanging around your midriff, glowing under the dim lights sparked something feral within him, releasing the primal urge to claim what he had only discovered an hour ago. However, the task at hand required immense concentration. Feverish hands searched frantically for the clasps of your bra, struggling slightly due to your elevated heartbeat echoing through your entire body and his own inexperience. Each attempt felt like nails on a chalkboard, both exciting and frustrating.

Finally managing to locate the clasp, the metallic snap echoed loudly before the material fell to the ground. Satisfaction, intermingled with triumph, coloured his features as your breasts sprung free fully. He groaned at the sight, appreciating the bounty before him—full, round, ripe tits bobbing gently. His eyes lingered on the nipples he had just hardened with his ministrations. His hands explored them greedily, seemingly lost in wonderment before pinching harshly once more for good measure and drawing out a shocked gasp from you. Boldly, he bent down to lick one rapidly before sucking it into his mouth, both of your toes curling in your shoes at your subsequent cry of surprise. For the first time in ages, Sebastian knew pure contentment and satisfaction.

Diving headlong into this forbidden fruit, he masked his indecision with zealous enthusiasm and an eager mouth. One hand returned to your waist, while the other grabbed your breast savagely. He squeezed it gently before stretching it further, enjoying the stretch of tight skin under his touch. Low growls escaped him as he buried his face against your flesh, licking at your tender skin with reckless impatience. The dry brush of his curled hair against your collarbone created a unique sensation, different from the silkiness of his tongue. Your cries of pleasant surprise turned into moans of arousal, igniting an inferno inside him.

Once satiated, he switched to your other breast, refusing to play favorites. This time, he grabbed its sister assertively, almost rough, wanting nothing less than dominance over this new territory. He played with it ruthlessly, pinching your nipple between his fingers gently but firmly, drawing out a high-pitched sound as his teeth scraped lightly at your skin. Sebastian's lips enveloped the sensitive peak trapped between his lips and sucked vigorously. This time, instead of gentle kisses and squeezes, hard pulls accompanied each nibbling action.

Your response was instantaneous. You pulled his hair almost affectionately, guiding him closer to your nape where a less sensitive spot resided. A soft yelp left him as his scalp was yanked, stray locks of hair becoming entangled between your fingers. He kept going regardless, appearing more determined than ever, his brown mop tickling you with each movement. The soundtrack grew louder, filled with your breathy gasps, his labored breathing, wet slaps of kisses, and occasional moans mixed harmoniously in lustful cacophony. Slippery saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto your breast, marking his ownership plainly.

Captivated by your tits, he couldn't resist attacking them as you moved backward towards your bed. His lips, teeth, and tongue remorselessly roamed over the peaks and valley, his hands exploring each curve and dip without mercy. You could hear him pant heavily, a testament to his throbbing passion. Your movements brought you closer to your destination, the safety net waiting for two entangled bodies to fall upon. He stumbled following you, his lips still suctioned to your chest, desperately trying not to lose contact. As you neared the edge of the mattress, the wooden floorboards creaked underneath you, protesting the invasion of these tangled limbs. Just before falling onto the plush sheets, his head finally lifted, his breathless gaze meeting yours for a split second. However, hunger got the better of him, drawing you back for another taste of heaven

His kiss fractionally landed higher than before, on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His tongue flicked out, tasting salt from the small beads of sweat forming there, then slipped inside the sensitive hollow. Another low growl emanated from him, urging him onwards, further than your upper half.

With a low growl, he helped lower you onto the bed, adjusting the position so your head rested comfortably against pillows. Before you knew it, he straddled your spread legs, his knees digging into the fabric beneath you, his leather belt pressing against your skirt. Your gaze locked with his fiery ones, the intensity building with every passing moment. Sweaty palms gripped your thighs, holding you steady while leaning forward purposefully. With a swift move, he hiked up your skirt, exposing the thick flesh bathed in arousal spilling forth from your pores.

A satisfied hum escaped him, eyes feasting on the view below. Muscular calves, soft skin, sexy curves that led to his ultimate goal - a treasure guarded by cotton. Mild apprehension clouded his judgment as he licked his lips, preparing himself mentally and physically for the deed. Thunderous heartbeats echoed throughout the room, adding tension to this vulnerable scene. As if in answer, your fingers slid into his hair, urging him closer, deeper. The tug was subtle but effective, pulling him towards your center. His gaze met yours once more, filled with questions and uncertainty. But despite everything, he obliged eagerly, lowering his face to claim his land, his lips parting to reveal sharp teeth.

Ignorant but eager, Sebastian pressed his tongue against your damp panties, wet heat seeping through the barrier. The unfamiliar textures overwhelmed his senses, but excitement drove him to push aside doubts, replacing them with bold curiosity. In his inexperienced enthusiasm, he didn't shy away from rubbing his tongue flatly over the material, brushing against your outer folds through the thin barrier.

Your thighs, hot against his ears, left trails of sweat, evidence of your need for relief. He knelt below you, his gaze locked with your face, enjoying your reactions, paralyzed by pleasure and frustration equally. His own legs were trembling as a consequence, betraying his own desire that leaked from his hard cock. Yet he remained undeterred, desperate to satisfy and understand the mysteries of the female body. Each tentative press of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure up your spine, increasing your eagerness for more as you bucked against his warm mouth. His actions were raw and sensual; they caused his eyebrows to crease in concentration, adding to the turbulent emotions running rampant during this learning process. Every breath became ragged, punctuated with subtle whimpers and sighs, both encouraging and taunting at the same time.

Eventually, he found the strength to glance down, taking in the sight of your damp underwear, glazed with anticipation. Rash and bold, he lunged forward again, teeth sinking into the waistband gently but firmly, opening the gateway towards the garden of Eden. A sudden gust of air escaped you as his efforts paid off, revealing the prize he sought. Finally feeling accomplished, he closed his eyes briefly, gathering what confidence he could. His nostrils flared as he smelled your drenched cunt, exuding the pheromones of your awakening desire. Feeling emboldened by your earlier reaction, he dipped his tongue hesitantly as his nose pressed against your clit, his curiosity guiding him rather than any prior experience. The taste hit him immediately; salty, sweet, and intoxicating, unlike anything he had encountered. Each swipe of his tongue revealed a new facet of your arousal, hidden preferences that fueled his hunger even further.

His rhythm developed naturally despite his inexperience, each lick and swipe getting bolder. His hot breath caressed your most private parts, sending shivers up and down your spine. His tongue played havoc, flicking faster across your clit, then hovering above before striking again. His hair brushed lightly against your inner thighs, tickling your skin, each movement deliberate yet messy. He swished his tongue, seeking and discovering hidden spots that drew more sighs and musical gasps from you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, arching into his assault while his tensed grip on your thighs only served to restrain you.

Warm spit trickled from his mouth, lubricating his playing field while his breathing synchronised with yours. He revelled in every sound, every tiny moan, absorbing your pleasure intensively. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached one finger between your legs, feeling your warmth and slippery wetness. Your folds clenched as he massaged delicately, matching the pace with his tongue.

His exploration and learning progressed quickly, but his enjoyment seemed equal. His tongue worked furiously, devouring you inch by inch, leaving behind squelching sounds of delight and surprise, all while your body arched up against the onslaught. He could feel your rapid pulse under his fingertips, a testament to his success. His confidence increased, pushing him to go further, to plunge deeper, to explore higher. His tongue weaved a trail of fire that nibbled, sucked, circled, and inched upwards.

Both your bodies writhed, sweat pouring despite the chill in the air. Grunts and moans resonated throughout the room, a beacon screaming for attention, begging for more. Your pleas urged him onward, words barely forming as you encouraged him to continue, continuing your torture with lust. It wasn't long till he looked up again, meeting your half-closed gaze once more. Although already appearing spent, you still looked beautiful, radiant even as you whimpered your pleas. His cheeks were flushed, eyes heavy with heat and lust, his own erection straining against his clothing.

His eyes traced the lower half of your body once more, drawn to the untouched territory below your labia. Your entrance gaped invitingly, offering its uncharted waters to a curious explorer. He saw pink, glistening walls, promising undiscovered pleasures that made his dick twitch violently. Curiosity gnawed at him, igniting a desire he hadn't felt before.

His stare lingered on your entrance, swollen and begging for attention. A newfound resolve set in, and with a final lick, he raised himself slightly, hovering over your invitation. His hesitation was evident, barely containing the ignorance dancing in his eyes. Then with an exhale, he dove in again, his tongue parting your folds before sliding into your hole. You jumped at the sensation, your body convulsing under the pressure and the sight of his bushy brows and burning eyes just above you mound. His tongue explored further, penetrating wider than your two fingers did, feeling the muscles wrap around him. Each withdrawal was met with disappointment, each thrust with anticipation.

The lack of lubrication coming from you due to the friction slowed him temporarily, but not for long. Slowly, methodically, he pushed harder, slipping farther despite the resistance. His pace faltered, replaced by searching motions, exploring every corner, scraping against the rough patches, and grazing over the sensitive walls. His dance led you to gripping his hair, your nails making faint scratching sounds on his scalp as you searched for anchoring points. The combination was too much for him. After one last plunge of his wet muscle, he emerged victoriously, his chin and lips covered in your juices.

Finally giving in to his curiosity, he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand, sticking two thick fingers in your tight, slippery hole. The twist of your body showed his first invasion had affected you deeply. But this time, the added pressure made you gasp and throw your head back, eyes screwed shut tight. His gaze locked onto your face, capturing every contortion as he pushed further, watching your face become a canvas of surprise and ecstasy. His fingers slid deeper, your walls stretching to accommodate him with eagerness. As he thrust slowly, his middle finger ran circles around something hidden deep within, sending sparks across your nerve endings. You moaned, each thrust accentuating the feeling at a snail's pace. His steady rhythm was broken when his thumb made contact, barely grazing your teardrop-shaped pleasure point. With a sharp intake of breath, you clung to his hair tightly, unprepared for the intensity of the feeling.

He hesitated, playing with you like a puppeteer. The promise of satisfaction lingered over your face, but he held back, curious to see how far he could take you. Your body pulsed, bucking beneath him, and finally, you pleaded with his name, those words producing a smirk on his face. With a feral growl, he pinched your bundle of nerves, your thighs shaking violently as you let out the loudest groan yet. A deafening crescendo reverberated around you, filling the cold room with the sound of untamed passion. Cleverly, he reduced the stimulation right as you neared climax, prolonging the agonising wait.

Every pulsing wave signalled your desperation, sensations surging through you like a storm brewing. Finally, he leaned down, sucking gently on your clit between his fingers' thrusts. Your pleasure skyrocketed, almost too much to bear. Sensing your breakdown, his grip on your thighs tightened until, finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. Blindly, he released everything he had learned so far, savouring every moment of your impending explosion.

Sebastian watched your face contort under his ministrations. It was a beautiful sight, and seeing your need fueled his own exploratory drive. He glanced up, looking into your eyes for confirmation. "Like that?" he asked hoarsely, his voice dripping in husky notes of desire, craving to hear your approval. His thrusting fingers gathered speed in response to your nod, your weak submission pushing him to greater lengths. The room echoed with your whimpers, punctuated by the smacking sound of his lips over your core. His gaze stayed fixed on you, taking in the change in flavour of your arousal, tracking your every expression, breathing along with you.

His fingertips curled, digging deeper, stretching you wide despite the discomfort. He wanted to give more, push you closer to the edge. With lightning speed, he switched to a three-finger attack, spreading you wide, your throbbing hole accommodating without complaint. He pulled away for a moment, leaving your clit alone, allowing you to catch your breath. Your heartbeat echoed loudly, and his breathing steadied. Your eyes were filled with gratitude and submission. Suddenly, he dived back in, sucking you forcefully and lapping your folds. You let out a desperate, high-pitched moan. Each thrust of his fingers enhanced the suction, creating friction that had you writhing uncontrollably. An orgasm was building, his fingers working as a lever, your quivering hole squeezing him with each fervid thrust. Your body yielded tantalisingly to his control as he drew out your pleasure like strings of a harp. Every tremble screamed at him to stop, but he wouldn't. His tongue lashed out, torturous waves of pleasure leaving your body.

Bliss washed over you, his relentless pursuit of pleasure consuming you. As your orgasm neared, you panted, gripping his hair harder. Pleas burst forth from you. "Please, Sebastian, just… let me cum!" you begged, your voice teetering on the edge of insanity. The intensity of your desire overwhelmed him. His own erection was stiff, the school uniform a futile barrier against his lust. He paused his tongue, noting the hunger in your eyes. It was intoxicating. Ignoring his raging cock, he resumed sucking your clit, eliciting an ear-splitting scream. That broke the dam, setting off a chain reaction which had you arcing off the bed. Your legs spread wide, your toes curled, and your fingernails dug deep into his scalp, yanking it harshly.

Again, he sucked hard, and you screamed out his name, the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelming. Your climax was his reward. The soft, high-pitched mews escalated, forming a symphony with the slurping noises he made. Shaking uncontrollably, feelings flooded you, waves peaking before crashing heavily, leaving you panting on the bed.

Exhausted, your body relaxed, your voice soft now. "Thank you," you murmured, the relief audible in your tone. He lay there for a minute, stomach pressed to your mattress, catching his own breath. Even though he was thoroughly aroused, he managed a crooked smile. "It's my privilege," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

As you came down from your high, his satisfied face morphed into one of smug triumph, and he crawled over you. You noticed a line of coarse hairs, leading from the waistband of his trousers towards his navel. You couldn't help but trace them with your index finger, marvelling at the trail of pubic hair. For a brief second, he squirmed under your touch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But soon enough, he shifted and caught your hand, unable to resist the urge to control the situation once more. It was impressive how he could hold himself up on only one elbow, another sign he was indeed "your local duelling expert."

He flipped your hand, guiding your fingers to his erection. Straining against the fabric, it seemed desperate for your touch, matching the growling beast inside him. He swallowed nervously, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheeks before burying his lips below your ear, his nose poking behind it while he took in your now musky scent.

The moment your fingers made contact with his groin, he couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural groan. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a sound he had never made before. His eyes rolled back, and his body shuddered, reacting to the foreign sensation. It was a strange feeling, having someone else touch him there, especially a girl he had only met a little over an hour ago.

But there was something undeniably exciting about it. It was like a new adventure, a new experience that he was eager to explore. He could feel his cock pulsating under your touch, the blood rushing to it, making it swell even more. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, letting the pleasure wash over him. He could feel your fingers tracing the outline of his erection, feeling the heat radiating from it. He let out a soft moan, his body arching into your touch. He was completely at your mercy, and he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he found it incredibly arousing.

He opened his eyes, looking down at you with a mixture of surprise and lust. He had never felt this way before, and he knew that he wanted more. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, to taste every part of you. He wanted to scream your name, just like he had made you scream his. He leaned down, pressing his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. He could feel your heart racing, your body trembling beneath him. He knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. And he was ready to give you everything you desired.

His urgency matched yours, and he needed to feel your warmth against him. Hungry hands snapped the buttons of his front flap open, revealing his straining underwear and a visible bulge. What a beast it was. Then, leaning onto his forearms, he brought his forehead against yours. There was a sense of vulnerability in that position, eyes locked, staring deep into each other, though he only did it because the muscles in his arm started straining.

Slowly, he separated his forehead from yours. Instead, he moved his lips closer, just a whisper away from yours. He exhaled deeply, filling your mouth with the warmth of his breath. His nostrils flared, eyebrows furrowed, and the hunger for you grew stronger. This wasn't just a physical attraction; it was something… different. But Sebastian couldn't put a label on it. Not yet. Pushing his boxers down, he revealed all of himself to you, in all its shivering glory. His eyes locked onto yours, waiting for permission. He was yours, willing to follow wherever you led. A soft smile played upon his lips, his heated gaze promising that he would make you forget your own name. All you had to do was say the word.

Your eyes widened as he revealed his girth. It was… imposing. The sheer size of him was shocking, one he had to be proud of. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the thick veins of him from root to tip. The size made you a little nervous, but it wasn't unwelcome. You liked the idea of being full. The thought of the red lingerie in your trunk earlier crossed your mind briefly, and you almost felt guilty for fucking a student on your first day here. You weren't raised like this, but then…

You felt a sudden surge of curiosity; you wanted to know how his dick would feel. A shy smile graced his face at your astonishment, but there was still hesitation in your eyes. Slowly, reaching out, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, coating it with warmth. You stroked it gently, slowly moving your hand up and down, shocked at the contrast of hot pre-cum against his flesh. He buried his face in your neck again, a rumbling sound of pleasure escaping him. With each stroke, every nerve ending was tested, sending shooting stars across his brain. Your nails lightly skimmed his clothed thigh, his cock twitching. The base of his shaft hit your palm with a small tap each stroke, spreading a wave of delight. And then you stopped, making him look up. You slowly looked at him, fear and excitement intertwining in your eyes. "Are you sure about this, Sebastian?" you asked softly, your fingers still clutching his cock. He grinned, a once flustered boy, now confident and enigmatic. "I can be patient, darling. If anything goes wrong, we'll stop, yeah?"

No sooner than the words left his mouth did he capture your lips, his fingers tangling into your hair. The kiss was demanding, possessive, as if trying to convey his need to you. He was a predator finally seizing his prey, showing no mercy. And it was perfect. You nodded, lost in the whirlwind of emotions, as he slowly started replacing your hand with his own. His breathing became erratic, his heart pounding as he guided the massive cockhead to your entrance. A faint hint of nerves danced in his eyes. Still, the eagerness sparkled brighter. As he thrust forward ever so slowly, his eyes rolled back, and his hips bucked involuntarily. You groaned, adjusting to the invasion. With slow deliberation, he pushed further in. Each inch sent ripples of sensation up into him, and despite the severe tightness, you felt heavenly. He could feel you clenching around him, tightening with every push.

He sank deeper, mimicking the speed of his heartbeat. He groaned too, sweat glazing his brow. "Oh God, you feel incredible," he muttered, his breath tangled in your hair. He threw his head forward, a soft growl escaping him, "Tight… so fucking tight…" Your hands gripped his arms, nails digging in, matching the intensity of the moment. But you wanted more. You wanted to see him lose control, to take him into a realm of passion and devotion. You moved his hand on your thigh aside, determined to show him that you were a match to his prowess. Slowly, you held yourself open, giving him room. As he started thrusting faintly, you instinctively squeezed him, testing the limits of your grip. The control he had over the situation shattered, replaced by utter fascination. His thrusts grew fadtert, his groans turning into ragged whispers. "Fuck," he panted, pulling you closer, "You're amazing…" You returned the sentiment, wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling every stroke deep within you. He fucked you like the devil himself fuelled him, and you reveled in each thrust, courage rearing its head.

At first, he was in control of himself. Each thrust deliberate, aiming to please and understand your comfort level. His eyes searched for a reaction, watching as your expressions flickered between pleasure and pain. But soon, he couldn't focus on anything else besides the feel. Each thrust felt like a lightning bolt piercing your core, making you gasp and moan. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, desperate for more. He was an animal now, forgetting everything but the rhythm. His body was rigid, jerking each thrust, leaving you gasping, begging for relief.

"God, please, Sebastian," you cried out, your hands grasping his neck. Your voice rose and fell, mirroring his movements, urging him to keep going. You trapped his gaze, showing him how much you enjoyed it, how much you needed him. His breathing was harsh, each thrust punctuated by the sound of wet slaps. He gained momentum, driving into you with wild abandon. He looked deep into your eyes, questioning if you were okay. But your loud moans answered his concern, emphasized by your tight hug around his neck.

He was losing control, his body shaking with the effort of holding himself up. His arms were unsteady, his balance wavering. He was close, so close, but he didn't want to end it yet. He wanted to make sure you were satisfied, that you were enjoying this as much as he was. "Fuck, I need you to lay on your side," he panted heavily, his voice hoarse from the effort. He didn't want to hurt you, but he was struggling to maintain his balance. Stringent breaths echoed through the room, sidestepping the ethereal melody of desire. Drenched in sweat, he pulled out, causing you to let out a growl of protest. He struggled to take off his remaining clothes, answering your disapproval with a smile. "Trust me," he promised, tugging his pants off, almost tripping over his shoes. Kicking them away, he laid behind you, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He positioned himself once more, spreading your legs wider with a soft nudge. "Don't worry, I won't break you," he murmured with a kiss to your cheek, bracing himself behind you. One leg was draped over his thigh, offering easy access. He admired the sight: your round ass inviting him to enter as he spread your cheeks lightly. He didn't just admire, no, he savoured the view.

And then he plunged in again, hard and fast. You gasped, but the moans resumed, spilling out with soft curses and lip bites. A feral smile spread across his lips as his face towered next to yours, his hands grabbing your ass firmly. He slammed into you, chasing the pleasure he craved, punishing his hips against you. You responded, meeting his thrust with equal vigour, the room filled with passionate yelling and guttural cries. The sensation was overwhelming, an explosion in bedsheets hiding their carnal desires. His eyes never abandoned your lovely form, burying himself deeper within you. Lost in lust, he knew he was close, pulsating against the walls of your tight pussy. He could taste it, feel it; victory was near.

Overwhelmed by hunger, Sebastian lost control. His sanity slipped away, leaving only animalistic desire. Without warning, he delivered a sharp smack to the curve of your ass. A red print bloomed immediately, nothing more than a testament to his desire for you. Your muscles, in response, constricted around his already throbbing length. An orgasmic quiver engulfed you fully, echoing waves of passion throughout your body.

Remembering your earlier preferences, Sebastian reached for your clit with clammy fingers. His digits caressed your most sensitive spot, sending you into a frenzy of ecstasy. He found his rhythm, alternating between rough and tender, matching the pace he'd set with his thrusts. Your moans escalated, reaching a peak he couldn't ignore anymore. He probably had to stop, regroup, but every part of him screamed to continue. His heart threatened to burst. The room echoed with your moans and the rhythm of their thrusts. The wall clock ticked as time dissolved, consumed by raw passion. He paused to catch his breath, locked in your embrace. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, his body flush with excitement. In that moment, he made a decision, one driven purely by instinct. He had to come inside you, marking his territory without guilt.

With renewed force, he drove into you, faster and harsher than ever. Every thrust seemed to send shockwaves, propelling each pulse closer to climax. He played with your clit ferociously, careful not to overdo it and ruin your moment. You screamed into the pillow, begging for mercy and relief, all at the same time. His fingers dug into your hips, thrusting harder, each motion punctuated by an understanding grunt. He could feel it, the end. His balls tightened, the orgasm neared. "Come with me, doll," he whispered into your ear, surrendering to your passion. Together, you climbed towards the edge, helpless in his grasp.

Cumming wasn't gentle, no. Your body convulsed violently, reaching a crescendo of unchecked passion. Your moans grew louder, becoming strangled cries as you approached the edge. His thumb circled your clit, your cries filling the room, ending with a primal scream into the pillow. You released, vibrating furiously, practically milking everything he had to offer. Fleeting moments passed before he joined you, his own release powerful and unrestrained. His orgasm hit like a tidal wave, swallowing both of you whole. Eyes shut tightly, his teeth sank into your shoulder, his hips buckling with force. With a final, powerful thrust, he collapsed against you, surrendering to the aftermath. Satisfaction radiated, pulsating hot streams filling you up. You shook, your insides clamping down, milking every last drop from his exhausted shaft. The sheets beneath you grew wetter, marked by his triumph. Aftershocks rolled through your bodies, leaving trails of exhaustion. As the room slowly settled, two sets of heavy breaths finally became synchronized. You lay tangled together, hearts pounding in sync, bathed in the afterglow of pure, unfiltered passion.

As the room calmed, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. You turned to face him, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. Even in post-coital bliss, the intensity of what happened wasn't lost on either of you. A peaceful silence enveloped you, interrupted only by labored breathing. Slowly, reluctantly, Sebastian pulled out, the reality setting in. She was a stranger, someone he barely knew, yet he'd given her something valuable: his virginity. The weight of his actions bore down upon him, his mind racing. Memories of his previous life cascaded, replaced by the newfound intimacy he shared with this fresh face. A strange calm came over him, realizing the importance of what happened. He glanced down at your still-quivering body, a mix of curiosity and comfort washing over him. Was this a mistake? Or was it simply… fate? The new girl he was already infatuated with wasn't a stranger anymore. She was much more than that now. The postcoital awkwardness descended, emotions conflicting and intertwining. Did he rush things? Should he have been more cautious? Or perhaps, did everything happen naturally, leading him here? Staring into your eyes, he saw the same questions reflected back at him. This moment hung heavy with implications, marking the beginning of something unknown. As uncomfortable as it might seem, he knew one thing for certain: he wouldn't change anything.

Both of you were stricken, contemplating the enormity of the act. He traced the outline of your jawline, feeling the warmth radiate off your skin. "Was it worth it?" he asked hesitantly, knowing well enough that words weren't enough. His question was fraught with doubt, uncertainty, curiosity. Yet, there was also a hint of satisfaction, a promise of more to come. Sebastian paused, searching for the right words. "I… don't regret it," he said, tracing circles along your jaw. "Not when you reacted like that." His fingers strayed to your neck, caressing gently as if soothing himself as much as you. A shiver ran through you at his touch, reminding him of the passion you shared moments ago. He swallowed hard, trying to reconcile the vulnerability with the image of you lying next to him. You looked into his eyes, a whisper escaping your lips. "Worth it?" The corner of your mouth lifted into a small smile. "Definitely."

A bright blush spread across his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had to get out of here, and fast. He didn't want to get caught, especially after the loud moans that had likely echoed through the dormitory. He quickly got up from the bed, pulling on his clothes with a hurried urgency. Despite the urgency to flee, his gaze lingered on you. There was an undeniable attraction, a connection that extended far beyond physical; it felt almost magnetic. He hesitated, unable to break eye contact. Then, in between buttoning his shirt, he spoke, partly to ease the tension building, partly because he genuinely wanted to know more about you. "Um, how do you feel about Hogsmeade? Fancy grabbing a drink somewhere tomorrow… or maybe a walk? We can just… pretend we didn’t…" Embarrassment painted his features, half-filled with nervous laughter. He knew it was abrupt and somewhat presumptuous, but he couldn't resist the urge to spend more time with you.

You watched him dress, the situation both exhilarating and baffling. There was definitely something intriguing about this guy, and seeing him in a vulnerable state made him seem less untouchable. You managed a weak grin, eyebrows raising quizzically. "Sure, why not?" You replied, matching his nervous chuckle. "I…uh… I won't tell anyone about tonight. If you don't want to…" His face lit up at your agreement, gratitude sparking in his eyes. As you agreed to his impromptu invitation, a wave of relief washed over him. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. His lips lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of your skin. He pulled back, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he whispered, buckling his belt with a newfound sense of purpose. He was going to make sure you enjoyed your time at Hogwarts, starting with a date to Hogsmeade. “After lunch ends?”

Seeing you nod, Sebastian took one last look around the room, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. His wand was safely tucked in his pocket, a reminder of the whole reason this transpired. With a final glance at you, he moved towards the door, ready to face the world outside. "Until tomorrow, then," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. The air between you thickened with unsaid words, promises unspoken, feelings unexpressed. Yet, the simple exchange held a heaviness that promised more was on its way. He opened the door, peeking out to ensure the hallway was empty. A swift glance back at you told volumes without uttering a word. The faint glimmer of expectation shone in those coffee-colored eyes, a silent confirmation of a shared understanding. Tiptoeing out, he closed the door softly behind him, disappearing into the darkness of the corridor. Left alone in the room, you smiled, reflecting on the extraordinary turn of events. An ordinary evening had transformed into something truly unforgettable. And though the future was uncertain, you knew you were in for quite a ride.

What had started as an innocent encounter had spiraled into an intimate, unforgettable memory. Emotions swirled in your chest, a whirlpool of excitement, anxiety, and anticipation. He was charming, dangerous, and seemingly just as bewildered as you were. But there was something about him that drew you in, like a moth to a flame. Your gaze dropped to your chest, feeling the heat left by his kiss. Your fingertips traced the spot where his lips had graced, as if trying to etch the sensation onto your memory. As the reality of what had happened set in, a mixture of giddiness and nerves coursed through your veins. He was indeed charming in his own twisted ways, and you couldn't deny the allure. Dangerous? Perhaps, but you found yourself attracted to it. The scent of him still lingered in the room, a faint aroma of leather and musk tickling your nose. With a gentle sigh, you tucked yourself under the blankets, allowing yourself to calm down from the intense sex. Thoughts filled with stolen glances, late-night conversations, and his wicked grin danced in your mind's eye. In the span of hours, he'd completely disrupted your perception of Hogwarts. The mystique surrounding Sebastian Sallow, the local duelling expert, was overwhelming, and yet irresistible.

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The way I Loved You

The Way I Loved You

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Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin! reader

A/n: This is my first Hogwarts Legacy fic so I'm sorry if some of the characters aren't written great. I also haven't finished the game yet so I'm sorry if the plot references are a little off as well. This is inspired by the Taylor Swift song btw. Also if you haven't noticed I love writing the Yule Ball lol

Summary: Seb is jealous when someone asks you to the ball before he can.

Warnings: Badly written arguments, some swearing, a tiny mention of drinking, reader uses Y/n and she/her pronouns, also reader is briefly mentioned wearing a dress and skirt, kissing, not proof read

Word Count: 3564

(NOT MY GIF credit to creator)

"Y/n are you coming to Hogsmead? We're shopping for the Yule Ball." Poppy asked with a smile as she closed the book in front of her.

Me, Poppy, Imelda, Nattie, Sebastian and Garreth had been sat in the Great Hall studying for the past hour and it seemed like we were finally giving up.

"I don't think I can, I have a stack of books to take back to the library before three or I've got detention for a week again." I responded with a frown, gesturing to the stack of books next to me making Sebastian chuckle a bit.

"Of course you do." He said from opposite me with an eye roll.

"As if your one to talk Sallow you haven't had a free evening since first year." Imelda said from next to him causing him to roll his eyes and look back down at his book.

"But Y/n if you don't come when will you get your dress?" Nattie asked from next to me, also closing her book and stuffing it into her bag.

I just shrugged with a smile, beginning to gather my things as well "I'm still not sure if I'm definitely going, I still haven't got a date and I haven't got enough time to get anything to wear. If I do go I'll probably just grab something last minute."

"No you can't do that. I'll take your books back to the library for you, you should go to Hogsmead. You never know when someone might ask you." Garreth said with a chipper voice from the other side of me, he slid my stack of books in front of himself before getting up from the table.

"Thanks Garreth you really don't need to." I smiled at him as he gathered his things into his arms.

He smiled back, squeezing my shoulder with one hand before beginning to walk off "it's my pleasure!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"What was that about?" Poppy asked with a squeal, sliding into Garreth's spot next to me. "I think someone might have a crush."

I laughed and shook my head "What Garreth on me? As if! He doesn't think of me that way."

The girls all laughed and gave me different looks that all seemed as if they were trying to say the same thing.

"Y/n he's definitely into you, and I'm never wrong." Imelda said in her usual knowing voice.

Sebastian quickly stood from the table, yanking his bag with him "I'll see you guys later." He said in an annoyed voice, walking off and out of the hall quickly.

"Why's he in such a bad mood all of a sudden?" Nattie asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Imelda rolled her eyes dramatically "When isn't he."

~~~~~

Me and Imelda tried to keep our laughter as quiet as possible as we snuck back into the common room. It was only thirty minutes past curfew but we'd both be in detention if anyone saw us.

We'd both taken our robes off since the rain had been so heavy that they had began to drag us down, our shirts and skirts were clinging to our skin uncomfortably and my hair had stuck its self to my face. Despite our best efforts the four of us couldn't fit under Poppy's little umbrella and the sky had decided to begin the hardest rain I'd ever seen the second we left the dress shop.

"I call the first shower!" Imelda yelled with a giggle as we entered the warm common room.

"No that's unfair!"

"I've got broom practice in the morning I need to go to bed!" She argued as we walked into the main part of the room.

I spotted Seb sat infront of the fire with a book in his hands which made me smile slightly.

"Fine go have a shower, I'll sit by the fire."

She smiled at me and ran off before I could change my mind, taking the bag with our dresses in with her.

"Your back late." Sebastian said once she'd left the room, I walked over to sit on the little sofa next to him.

"Got a bit carried away I guess." I replied with a laugh "What're you still doing up?"

He shrugged, closing the book that was on his lap and placing it on the table next to us "Wanted to finish my book, and I figured I'd make sure you'd gotten back okay."

"I can take care of myself you know?" I kicked my shoes off so I could bring my feet up onto the sofa.

"Yeah trust me I know. Merlin your soaking?" He laughed at me, moving some of the wet hair that had cemented itself to my forehead off of my face for me.

"Oh yeah? Want a hug?" I laughed, opening my arms and moving towards him.

He pulled far away from me, drawing into himself but not getting off the sofa.

"Don't you dare. I swear I will curse you."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." I laughed and threw myself onto his lap, wrapping my wet and cold arms around him. He pretended to fight me off for a minute with a laugh before allowing me to just rest my weight on him.

"Merlin, you're freezing." He smiled whilst shaking his head, pulling a blanket over the both of us.

"Not all of us have the luxury of being able to spend all evening reading by the fire. I've fought dragons and I believe that was easier than finding a dress for this godforsaken ball."

He looked down at me with a smile, using his thumb to wipe the drops of rain that were still on my cheeks away, his nose brushing against mine slightly.

"About the ball-"

"Y/n the showers free!" Imelda's voice yelled from the direction of the seventh year girls dormitory, obviously not caring if she woke someone up.

"You should probably go have a warm shower before you catch a cold." He said, sitting up a little straighter.

I moved off him with an awkward cough and nodded, "What were you about to say?"

"Oh it was nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed his book and disappeared into the boys dormitory before I could respond.

A stupid part of me thought that he might've been about to ask me to go with him, I've had a crush on him since our adventures in fifth year but it's stupid of me to think he'd see me that way now. It's been this many years of being his best friend it's just something I've learned to live with.

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"How was the dress shopping?" Garreth asked, taking a seat next to me at breakfast.

"It was really good, thanks for taking those books back for me again. If there's anything I can do to say thanks just let me know." I smiled at the boy as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Actually there is, I was wondering if you maybe would want to go to the ball with me? If you don't want to that's totally fine but I thought I'd just asked, I've liked you for a little bit but I don't want to make this friendship awkward." The poor boy was speaking so quickly that he was skipping over his words whilst tapping his foot quite loudly on the floor.

I saw Sebastian look up over his book from the corner of my eye.

"Merlin Weasley, could you be any smoother?" He said with a laugh, his voice cracking slightly at the beginning of his sentence.

Garreth went an ever brighter shade of red and looked wordlessly away from Sebastian "never mind it was a stupid question anyway."

"Wait Garreth, I'd love to go to the ball with you." I said with a smile, shooting Sebastian a look.

"Really?" "Really?"

Both Garreth and Sebastian said at the same time, gaining Sebastian a harsh elbow from Ominis next to him.

"Really."

Garreth smiled widely, giving Sebastian a smug look from across the table.

Seb just rolled his eyes at him, dropping his fork as he stood up, leaving the great hall without eating any of his breakfast.

"What's bothering him?" Garreth asked from next to me as Ominis shrugged.

"You know what he's like, he's probably not heard off Anne for a while." Ominis said with an awkward pause, causing me to quirk an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna go check on him, I'll see you guys in potions." I said, standing from the table and walking out to the courtyard.

I spotted the Slytherin boy sat on the wall overlooking the boathouse and headed over to him.

"What's wrong with you recently?" I asked, standing next to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been acting off, is everything okay with Anne?"

He rolled his eyes, not that he'd turned to look at me anyway.

"Yes, not everything I do and feel revolves around her you know."

"I know I just thought-"

"Well stop thinking for me. Why're you out here anyway? Surely you could be planning out your evening with Weasley inside?"

"Is that what this is about? You're annoyed at me for saying yes?"

"Don't be so full of yourself Y/n I couldn't care less who you go to the ball with."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Merlin why don't you know how to leave things alone!"

"Why're you being so mean to me all of a sudden? I just want to make sure my best friend is okay! You were all smiley and happy with me last night what's happened that's upset you?"

He scoffed, standing up from the wall "Y/n everyone is your 'best friend' I don't mean anything more to you than Professor Garlick does don't pretend differently."

"Seb you know you mean the world to me what are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes with a small laugh. "As if Y/n, we're only friends because I needed help with Anne and you wanted me to teach you spells that Fig couldn't. And look now we're stuck with each other for no reason! Don't pretend to be my friend."

My eyes pricked slightly at his words as I shook my head at him. "You're an asshole Sallow, I don't know why I keep putting you first. Fuck you."

"Oh fuck off you've never put anyone but yourself first."

I turned around and walked off before he could see me cry. Heading straight back down into the Slytherin dormitories.

~~~~~

It was finally the day of the Yule Ball and me, Imelda, Nattie and Poppy were all piled into Poppy's dormitory getting ready.

Nattie was putting my makeup on for me as Poppy tied Imelda's hair up for her.

"Are you guys excited!" Poppy asked with a big smile, her long pink dress complimented her smile and eyes perfectly and she somehow seemed to be smiling wider than ever.

"Yeah I am actually." Imelda said as she admired her now done hair in the mirror, she had on a little black dress, a little less formal than the other dresses but allowed her to move around a lot easier and suited her personality well.

"Wow that's the most excited I've seen her talk about something other than flying." I said with a laugh, having to dodge the makeup brush she sent flying at my head with a laugh.

Nattie gave her a look before finishing the last of my makeup with a smile. "There, perfect."

I smiled back at her and thanked her before turning to help her finish her eyeliner.

Nattie had a beautifully patterned red and gold dress on, the perfect dress for any proud Gryffindor and she pulled it off better than I could imagine anyone else.

"Have you spoken to Sallow yet?" Poppy asked handing a small flask of fire whisky around the room.

I sighed and shook my head slightly.

"Nope, I've lost track of which one of us is avoiding the other now. I'm not speaking to him until he apologises though and I doubt that's going to happen."

"Do you know what's actually wrong with him?" Nattie asked, handing me the flask now that I'd finished her makeup.

I shook my head and took a large sip from the flask, trying not to flinch at the taste.

"No Ominis doesn't want to be in the middle so he won't talk to me about it."

Imelda shook her head and pulled me and Nattie up onto our feet. "It's his loss anyway, look at yourself you don't need him. Garreth's jaw is going to be on the floor."

I laughed slightly at her and smoothed my green dress out whilst looking in the mirror, she did have a point.

"Come on we're going to be late." Poppy said, dragging us out of the Hufflepuff common room.

"So what exactly is the situation with you and Weasley?" Nattie asked as we made our way to the great hall.

"There's no situation, we're just friends, we spoke about it the other day. He said he does have a little crush but Professor Weasley was pushing him to get a date and he figured he'd just ask. We're not dating or anything I don't feel that way about him."

She nodded along to my words as we approached the hall, music growing louder and louder.

Poppy was leading the group, looking around in awe at the decorations as we entered the hall.

The girls split off eventually, all heading off to their dates and Garreth came over to me with his arm out.

"Want to dance?"

"Wow Weasley I didn't know you could." I said with a laugh, nodding as I took his arm and we joined in with the couples dancing in synch around the room.

"I can't but my aunt will tell my mum if we spend the whole night trying to slip fire whisky in the punch."

I laughed at him and looked over his shoulder to see professor Weasley looking at us with an approving smile.

We danced for a while until we had to stop because I was laughing too hard, a mix of the fire whiskey and Garreth's clumsiness of stepping on me or into a nearby object had cracked me up to the point of needing to sit down to catch my breath.

He laughed next to me as I lent my forehead on his shoulder to catch my breath.

I wiped a tear from under my eye as I composed myself, hoping the laughter hadn't ruined my makeup but the end of the night was nearing quickly enough that it hardly mattered anymore.

I looked around the hall, smiling as I saw the girls dancing with their dates, even Ominis was twirling a girl around in the corner.

"Everyone seems to be having a great night." I said with a smile.

Garreth nodded next to me "it's nice to see everyone chilling out after exams."

"Oh yeah because you were so focused on studying." I said with a snort.

"I wasn't talking about me." He laughed at shook his head.

I looked across the room and locked eyes with Sebastian who was stood alone in the corner, leaning against the wall.

He did look handsome in his dress robes, although all formality of his attire seemed to have been discarded. His robes were no where to be seen, his shirt sleeves had been pulled up to his elbows and his tie had been loosed enough to allow him to undo the top two buttons of his shirt, and his black waistcoat had been completely undone.

It suited him more than a formal look though. He hadn't even bothered to do his hair properly, letting it fall over his face.

He looked away from me for a second, putting his glass down on the table next to him and exiting the hall.

"I'm really sorry but do you mind if I head out a sec?" I asked looking over to Garreth who was already looking at me, most likely catching the small interaction.

He cleared his throat and nodded "Yeah of course, I wanted to mess with the punch anyway. I'll catch you later."

He gave me a small smile and I nodded "thank you."

He just gave me a small nod and I got up, crossing the room to head out the same doors as Sebastian did,entering the courtyard.

He was leaning over the wall and looking out over the hills. The rain hadn't stopped all week and Sebastian already looked like he'd gone for a swim in the lake.

I hesitated for a second and with a sigh I walked out onto the cobble stone, feeling the cold rain soak my whole outfit before I'd even taken two steps.

I walked over next to him and lent against the wall as well, not looking up at him and instead over the mountains that surrounded the school.

"Hey." I said quietly, bracing for some sort of anger to be thrown back at me.

"Hey." Was all I got back, a much more gentle and quiet voice than I was expecting.

We stood in silence for a while before he stood up slightly with a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I was angry I didn't mean what I said, you know that. You mean the world to me as well, and you're the most selfless person I've ever met."

I looked up at him to see him already looking down at me with a timid smile.

"I don't expect you to accept the apology I was out of line I know but-"

"Seb just tell me what was bothering you. I don't care about what you said I know you didn't mean it, it's just your my best friend and I want to know what's wrong."

He clenched his jaw slightly at my words and looked away from me again.

"It's just- I was jealous, I didn't like the idea of you and Weasley spending all night dancing and laughing together and sitting there watching it only made it worse." He took a deep breath and despite my best efforts he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Jealous? Of me and Garreth? Why?"

"Because I've been in love with you since you kicked my ass in defence against the dark arts in fifth year. But I know that all the people around me get hurt and I could never bring you any sort of peace. Between my short temper and the fact you're so headstrong, which is one of the things I love so much about you, but we bicker all the time as it is. I never wanted to say anything because I didn't want to loose the best thing I have in my life and I know that I'd ruin it somehow, and that's even if you even wanted to give me a chance which is unlikely, just look at you."

"You love me? Why didn't you ask me to the ball yourself?"

"Because I saw you in there, you were laughing the whole time. I don't do that to you." He slouched slightly and wiped the rain drops from his face as he looked over the horizon.

"Seb look at me."

He didn't move for a second before finally turning to face me, allowing me to place a hand on his cheek. Moving the wet hair out of his eyes the same way he did to me only a week before.

"Seb I love our bickering. You bring a different type of love and joy to my life that no one else could. Your not just some hot headed idiot who hurts those around him, your the most caring man I've ever met who risks everything if you believe it would give you the smallest chance to help the people you love. I've loved you since the day I met you. I just didn't think you'd want me."

He just looked at me for a second before placing a hand gently on my cheek and leaning down to meet my lips, his other hand resting on the small of my back to pull me closer.

I kissed back and despite the hard rain falling on top of us I'd never felt so warm and safe.

The kiss was gently and loving, as if he was afraid that I'd disappear from his touch.

He pulled away after a moment, resting his forehead against mine as our noses bumped together.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you here tonight. I wish I could've had at least one dance with you."

"Who said it's too late?" I pressed another gentle kiss to his lips before pulling him into the middle of the courtyard where the music of the hall could still be faintly heard.

He chuckled slightly as he held his arm out to me.

"May I have this dance?"

"Yes you certainly may Sallow."

He laughed before pulling me close to his chest, allowing me to rest my head against him as we rocked slowly to the music under a sheet of rain.

"For the record you look insanely beautiful tonight." He said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I laughed and looked up at him with a smile. "As if, I'm soaking wet, my makeup's probably making me look like a clown right now."

He laughed and shook his head, moving his hand to push a strand of wet hair behind my ear. "Your truly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, I was star struck when I saw you enter the hall, and I think you look even more beautiful now out here in the rain with me. Just like how I thought you looked beautiful in that cave fighting off spiders covered in webs, dirt and ash. I don't think there's ever been a single second I haven't been in awe of you."

I shook my head slightly at him with a smile "since when are you this nice?"

He lent down to meet me for another kiss, laughing against my lips and we continued to dance in the courtyard all night until the music stopped.

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missnovelistic · 5 months

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Tease

Author: @missnovelistic

Words: 485

Warnings: Just pure smut, don't read if you're not 18+

Requests are: Open

Summary: Sebastian has been teasing you all day, and he suddenly can't wait long enough to get you alone.

This has just been stuck in my head, I had to get it out! *EDITED- I reread and didn't like some of the phrasing and changed the tense*

“You’ll have to stop moving, darling, I can’t help you when you keep wiggling like that.” Sebastian’s voice was calm, a major conflict to how he’d been acting all day. He’d been winding me up all throughout classes, a touch to my neck here, a brush against my thigh there. It wasn't unusual for him to leave lingering touches when he got the chance- after everything we'd been through in fifth year it was reassuring to splay a hand on each other's shoulders, or waist, sometimes thighs. Usually, though, he could wait until we were in a private space before he would take what he truly craved from me.

“I can’t help it when you- when you do,” my voice broke into a moan as he licked deeply, licking from my folds to the little bundle of nerves that caused my hips to jerk forward. “-That.” My hands fisted his chestnut hair, brushing it back from his forehead. Today, though, he's taken the opportunity of an empty hallway and pushed me against the stone cold wall before discarding my undergarments into his pocket, lifting one of my knees over his shoulder and absolutely ravishing me.

His own groan escaped him, his eyes closing as he fisted the fabric of my skirt in one hand, his other hand rubbing my bare thigh over his shoulder. The vibration caused a shiver to run down my spine. “You just taste so good,” He groaned out again, his tongue licking circles onto my most sensitive part. “You’re so, so good for me, aren’t you?” My head fell back against the stone wall, completely breathless and lost in his ministrations. He stopped suddenly, looking up at me from where he was knelt between my legs. I groaned and met his eyes- wondering why he’d stopped. “I want you to tell me that you’re only good for me.”

I nodded and bit my lip, using my grip in his hair to urge him back to where I wanted him. He grinned against my inner thigh, pressing a kiss to the soft skin and refusing to budge. “I need to hear you say it.” He warned, pressing a kiss a bit closer to my folds. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Say you’re good for me, darling.” I groaned, and Sebastian grinned wickedly, this time licking just my folds and ignoring where I needed him the most.

“Sebastian…” I pleaded, the tight winding that had just begun fading as he neglected me. He sighed suddenly in disappointment- rocking back onto his heels before standing to his full height. My mouth dropped open in astonishment.

His lips and chin were wet with my juices, and without hesitating he leaned into me, his lips pressing against mine harshly. His teeth bit lightly onto my bottom lip and then he was licking over the wound just as quickly before he was pullikg away. My brain was barely catching up with what was happening as Seb’s hands straightened my skirt back into place, sans my undergarments.

“Sebastian!” I pleaded, my hands sliding from his hair to his shoulders, fisting in the material of his jumper.

He tutted, pulling back from me. “Sorry, darling, only good girls get to finish.” He smiled wickedly at me, my heart stuttering at his lust blown eyes and messy hair. His body warmth left me as he backed out of the corner.

“Sebastian, do not leave me like this!” I chided, he grinned over his shoulder at me, seemingly unbothered by winding me up just to leave me at the last moment. “Sebastian Sallow, you tease!” I cursed at him, trying to straighten my blouse as he made his escape.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow imagine #hogwarts legacy smut #the things i would do for this man #i can fix him

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow x You

What it would be like to date Sebastian Sallow ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ *just a small taste...just a nibble...I could go on forever*

Forehead kisses ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ *His favourite kisses, don't let him tell you otherwise*

Refuses to allow you to use your own sweaters, you MUST wear his

Sebastian often laughs at your misfortune, in the cute-look-at-them-suffering kind of way and only for things that would be classified as silly things. Such as, laughing at you when you have the hiccups so much, that eventually Sebastian gets the hiccups too — or how, he can't help himself but make fun of your hair, when your potion goes wrong

Soft smiles from across the room

Spontaneous dates, often leading you into trouble — one example: attempting to use a makeshift raft to travel to the small island in the middle of the lake, leaving you stranded

Long walks — skipping rocks by the lake, exploring hidden caves, kissing against the trees by the path

Snowball fights in Winter, swimming together in Summer, leaf collecting in Fall/Autumn, flower crowns in Spring

Matching Halloween costumes — always ugly or scary

Matching ugly Christmas sweaters

Sebastian constantly getting knocked on his ass, from trying to climb the girl's dormitory staircase

Let's you warm your hands up, under his shirt

Tickle fights — alway leads to something more

Often sleeping in each other's laps — most of the time, it's Sebastian in yours as you play with his hair

Supporting you undress, when you've been injured

Exploring each other's bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other's scars and sharing the stories behind them, drawing patterns in his freckles

Blanket hogger — he's the worst for it

Helping capture a bug in his dorm room — big secret baby

Kissing

Written notes in class — "Wanna ditch next period?"

BOOPING NOSES

Falling asleep together in the vivarium

Dumb idiots, doing dumb things — egging each other on to mess with Peeves

Hand holding always — it's canon, this boy needs physical touch, my guy

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts #headcanon #im soft

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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an idea for Sebastian x the MC: MC is on her period and walking with Sebastian when she has a bad cramp, one of those you can’t really ignore and need to sit down for a min and endure the pain. Sebastian’s immediate reaction is thinking she was cursed like Anne because she’s always out fighting goblins. She really doesn’t want to tell him because what teenage girl wants to talk about that with their crush but he’s so worried and won’t drop it. (side note: did teenage boys know about periods in the 1890’s? i deadass have no clue)

omg my mind juices are flowing. what a wonderful idea, anon. thank you for the free labor.

speaking of which, by the time i post this i will most likely have hit 500 followers!! ding ding ding!! why do you guys follow me? i defo do not deserve all the love you guys give me.

another question, how should we celebrate? there are no bad ideas because i have none. anyway, enjoy!

pinky promise

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: normally you keep these things to yourself, or at least to you and your menstruating friends. but one sebastian sees you doubled over in pain, privacy goes out the window. he's so freaked out that you have no choice but to tell him the truth to ease him.

words: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of periods, cramping, angst, hurt/comfort, crying!seb, not edited!

you were just fine moments ago. you were walking with sebastian to the library to study, talking, joking, all of the normal things you would do. he didn't notice you weren't next to him at first. everything was just fine. but suddenly, everything came crashing down when he saw you clutch your side, your face twisting with anguish. he couldn't help it. he immediately saw anne in you, crying out in pain from her curse. everything slowed around him, all he could hear was his own heavy breaths as he stood helplessly in shock. a million thoughts were racing through his mind. he knew you were one to track down the remaining loyalists on your own, but how could he have missed it? you were probably in so much pain but with too much pride to admit it.

most of all, though, he was angry with himself for being unable to protect you. he'd already let it happen to his sister once, he should've taken more precautions. he should've known, he should've stopped it. without wasting another second, he raced to your side, wrapping his arm around you to support you.

"no, no, no, no, no...please don't tell me..." his voice was already breathless and trembling. with your eyes still screwed tightly shut, his words seemed distant, muffled almost. the sharp pain that suddenly surfaced in your abdomen shrouded all your other senses. you couldn't get a word out if you tried, so you just held up your hand, a weak attempt at calming him.

"no, no, i can't--" he didn't even try to hide the tears pooling in his amber eyes. he quickly dropped to his knees in front of you as you knelt over to get a better look at the expression on your face. his hand instinctively cupped your face.

"y/n, please tell me you weren't cursed, please!" he was full-on crying at this point, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks that were now flushed with worry. you were quickly brought back to reality, hearing the pain in his voice. you opened your eyes and instantly felt horrible.

you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as you slowly started to straighten your spine as the cramp faded away. "no, sebastian, i'm fine--"

"no, you're not fine!" he was practically wailing now, gripping onto your robes hopelessly before wrapping his arms around your waist with an almost unbearable grip and hiding his dampened face in your torso. you were fast to rest your hands in his hair, gently patting it to somehow soothe him.

"sebastian, really, i'm okay, i'm just..." you continued running your fingers through his hair as you contemplated the truth. to be frank, this was something you were hoping you didn't have to talk with sebastian about. however, the lingering students in the central hall were already giving the two of you stares, you needed to calm him.

"it's...my time, sebastian." you tried to keep your voice hushed as to not draw more attention, but your wording sent him even further from relaxing.

"your time?!" he shouted incoherently, tears still streaming down his face.

you gasped, realizing your mistake, "no, no! sebastian, it's my time of the month." as if a switch had flipped in his brain, his brow softened immediately as he stared blankly at you.

"oh." he let his arms linger around your waist as he tried slowing his breathing. after a moment, he pulled you closer once more, his cheek flush with your stomach.

"please don't scare me like that again," he mumbled adorably, still holding tightly onto you.

"i--...sure, okay. i'm sorry, sebastian. i didn't mean to scare you, darling." you decided not to argue with him. in that moment, all he needed was love.

"and pinky promise no more ashwinder camps without me," he added, craning his neck to look up at you with puffy eyes. you suppressed a chuckle but still smiled down at him.

"pinky promise."

#sebastian sallow angst #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy headcannons #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow smut

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luvvyouforever · 4 months

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go ahead and cry - dark!sebastian sallow x reader <3 {mdni, nsfw mentions}

↳ sebastian knows he should be kind and considerate and loving. but your tears do something to him that he can't control.

↳ warnings: dark!sebastian (aged up) , crying, sadism (more emotional than physical), smut references but does not go in detail, crybaby!reader.

↳ a/n: this is a short drabble of some thoughts that i had. i don't really know what it is but i wrote it in ten minutes because i couldn't get the thought out. enjoy teehee <3

you don't mean to be a sensitive person, really. you just feel everything so deeply and so strongly that the tears come out quicker than you realize. you've never thought it to be a bad trait. sure, it caused some teasing when you were young. you'd sob when boys pulled on your hair. you'd sniffle when your teacher handed you an assignment with math problems you didn't understand. but most of the time, it was endearing. especially to sebastian sallow.

he was always there for you when you cried. if your potion didn't go right in class, he'd hold your head and watch as the tears spilled from your eyes, whispering phrases like "my poor girl" or "go ahead and cry, love." you never felt judged and frequently, sebastian was the one you turned to when those salty drops of water threatened to fall.

sebastian reveled in being the one you fled to for comfort. he felt strong and very good about himself when you'd softly whisper through sniffles: "you're the only one i can count on, seb." he hadn't meant to ruin everyone else for you. it just happened! but can you blame him when you look so pretty while crying?

he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. he should be a respectable boyfriend who wipes your tears and tells off whoever upset you. but those urges of his that lurk just below his skin keep him from doing so. in fact, those urges tell him to make you cry more, and harder.

there was something about the way the tears innocently glistened on your skin that made his pants tighten in the middle. he liked to see your makeup run on the sides of your eyes. he loved when your lips grew puffy and your nose turned red from sniffles. and he couldn't help but push his hips into yours when he felt your body shaking beside his.

it was so wrong but sebastian loved to mess with you more to seek that strange feeling. when you were focused too deeply on your potions textbook, he slipped a couple extra mallowsweet leaves into your potion, causing it to become a murky brown rather than the bright blue potion professor sharp created.

some of his best work included using imperio on some lowly sixth years so that they'd start to gossip about you just four seats away from you in the great hall. when you heard those harsh words, you ran to him and soaked his sweater with your tears while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. he promised he would take care of it but he knew that he wouldn't. in fact, he kept his strategy tucked into his mind so he could pull it out again soon without raising suspicion.

on top of all of his manipulation, sebastian loved pounding into you relentlessly, causing endless tears of pleasure to slip down your cheeks. he loved wrapping his hand around your neck and seeing your eyes water. he enjoyed teasing you so much that you begged him to touch you with watery eyes and shaky lips. all of these images were saved in his brain, burned into his memory so that he could get off when you weren't by his side.

sebastian was cruel and he knew that, truly, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. he tried once to wipe your tears but instead kissed each and every one that fell down your cheeks, savoring in the salty taste of them.

maybe one day he would stop enchanting your wand to cast the wrong spells or pushing you against a wall just a little too hard but today was not the day and neither would tomorrow be. you were his crybaby and he'd always be there for you.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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HeadCannons: Sleeping Beside Sebastian and Ominis

700 words | fluff

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

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Credit goes to https://www.youtube.com/@Picklerikk (seriously go check out their channel - I'm not sure if they are on Tumblr, but please do let me know and I will credit accordingly ♡ ♥)

Most nights, you and Ominis could be found on Sebastian's bed - legs tangled between the three of you, his light green blanket draping over Ominis, who complained a lot about how cold Hogwarts was. Books, scrolls, and crumpled papers sprawled on the bed, there was no space left, but you could never find a cozier spot in the world.

Sebastian welcomed his two closest friends with open arms to his personal space in the dormitory. His bed was rarely made, and you could always spot a book or two next to his pillows. Often a book stolen from the restricted section would end up under his pillow too.

You had suggested that the three of you switch it up and use Ominis' bed, and you received a glare from Sebastian. That day you learned that one of Ominis' pet peeves is when other people get on his bed with outside clothes on... and that Ominis is very particular about the things he owned.

Your bed is out of the question, even the castle itself didn't let boys step a single foot in the girls' dormitories.

Sneaking into Sebastian and Ominis' bedroom is basically a stealth and Disillusionment charm practice. You swore you got better at lurking in poachers' camps after a couple weeks sleeping at Sebastian's.

"Silencio!" Sebastian casted after the three of you already curled up on his bed, giggling as you tried to fit three bodies into one full bed.

Ominis always preferred to be on the outer side, "being in the middle is claustrophobic inducing," he said.

When it was Sebastian's turn to be in the middle, he opened up about his feelings to the closest people he had in the world. Anne's cure, how he dearly missed his parents and the insecurity that you and Ominis would drift away. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and buried your face in his neck, assuring the boy that it would never happen. Ominis held Sebastian's hand tightly, assuring the same. Maybe it was the ambiance, or the fact that Sebastian felt he was the luckiest man on the planet for having you and Ominis around, that night his face was wet with a stream of tears.

While the three of you were working on Professor Bin's History of Magic essay about the great houses in the Wizarding World, Ominis talked about his family. Sebastian knew a lot already, but you were deeply touched that Ominis trusted you enough to share his personal struggles. He mentioned that the Gaunts weren't as rich as people thought, and his family was holding on to their name value as it was all that they had left. Ominis swore to himself that he would start a new life away from the Gaunts after graduation. (Then the three of you decided to find an apartment together to live in after Hogwarts, with Anne as well.)

You found comfort in letting out your frustrations with Ancient Magic and the pressure you have been feeling to Sebastian and Ominis. They were beyond patient in explaining the Wizarding terms that you don't understand. One time, Sebastian showed you his Patronus charm - blue lights emitted from his wand, quickly forming into a falcon, flying around the small confinement of his section in the room.

Your face would turn into deep shades of red whenever you felt Sebastian's arms wrapped around your waist after he fell asleep. He was obvious in his possessiveness towards you, even when no one was looking. He would bury his face in your hair, you even caught him planting a chaste kiss on your nape one time.

On the other hand, Ominis was more subtle with his affections. Sometimes you abruptly woke up in the middle of the night gasping for air, and the nightmares about Ranrok's attacks plagued you. You felt Ominis' hand soothing your backside, telling you that everything will be alright. You lay down again facing him, as his gentle hands snaked around you and rubbed your backside. Ominis' soft breathing and warmth lulled you back to sleep in no time.

At the end of the day, you were glad you came to Hogwarts.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy #hl #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy hc #Youtube

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undercrofttt · 1 year

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𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎 | 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

[sebastian x fem!reader]

sypnosis: imelda comes up with a scheme to force you and sebastian to confess your feelings for each other.

garreth paced around the dimly lit broom closet, occasionally looking at the door and then at imelda, who was sat criss crossed on the floor with a smoking cauldron in front of her. he then glanced down at the various parchment paper and opened books sprawled throughout the floor. the slytherin girl didn't look at all troubled as she began pouring ingredients into the pot while her eyes wandered across one of the book's pages.

"are you sure this is going to work?" garreth asked as he scratched the back of his neck. "this could go terribly wrong, you know."

"oh, hush, will you?" imelda quipped, stirring the pot and glaring up at the gryffindor. "if you just follow my lead, then everything will go according to plan."

"how did i even get tied up in all of this?" garreth frowned, crossing his arms. "i only agreed to help you with your plan because you let me copy your transfiguration notes. i didn't think it would be this mad!"

"honestly, you're a gryffindor, why don't you act like it?" imelda scoffed. "and give me the vial over there!"

garreth sighed before kneeling on the floor and passing imelda a vial that was farther away from her. imelda held the empty vial in one hand, while she held a ladle in the other. she carefully began to scoop up the concoction from the cauldron and into the vial. after she was finished, garreth watched in bewilderment as imelda held the vial up with a proud smirk.

"and with this, i won't have to listen to (y/n)'s rants about sallow." she huffed and garreth couldn't help but look at her with an incredulous expression. "what? why are you looking at me like that?" imelda tilted her head in confusion and glared at the gryffindor.

garreth's eyes nearly popped out of his head at her nonchalant attitude. "are you mad?! how do you even know if this will work? if anything, sebastian is going to kill me!"

"that's exactly what we need!" imelda's lips stretched into a sly smirk and garreth felt a shiver go up his spine at the sight. "sallow just needs a push and this is it! if he sees '(y/n)' being cozy with another boy, he's sure to lose it!"

garreth knew that he couldn't escape being imelda's accomplice. not when he had promised her anything in return if she lended him her transfiguration homework.

"so, you know what to do, right?" imelda asked with a raised brow and garreth gulped before hesitantly nodding. "perfect. now keep watch at the door. i don't want anyone knowing we're in here."

garreth let out a heavy sigh and did as imelda said, shuffling toward the door and cracking it open.

"okay, how do i look?" imelda's voice behind him asked and garreth reluctantly turned around to face her.

garreth's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and his jaw dropped at the sight. imelda's polyjuice potion had been a success! there imelda was in front of his eyes, looking exactly like your clone. no, imelda was you. there was no doubt that anyone would be fooled.

"i-it worked!" garreth stammered and imelda crossed her arms over her chest with a proud grin. "you look exactly like her!"

imelda walked over to him and smacked his head. "of course i do, you git! that's how a polyjuice potion works."

garreth rubbed the spot that imelda had stuck him and frowned. he watched as imelda untied her hair, letting the (h/c) tresses fall down her shoulders and ruffling her scalp. garreth looked confused as imelda loosened her tie and unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her dress shirt.

"wait, what are you doing?" garreth averted his eyes to the ground and imelda roll her eyes.

"following the plan."

came her quick response and garreth let out a yelp as her hands found his own tie. "w-wait, what on earth are you doing now?!" he hissed as he felt his tie being undone and imelda didn't respond as her fingers now worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. garreth stared down in horror as his chest was no exposed.

"okay, finishing touches." imelda mused as she pulled out a stick of lipstick from her robe's pocket. she applied it on her lips before puckerin and glancing up at garreth, who was still trying to process what was going on. "here." the girl swiped a bit of the product on her thumb before smearing it across the corner of garreth's lips and a bit on his collar.

"great. move." imelda pushed him aside and peeked through the door. her (e/c) eyes lit up at the sight of sebastian sallow in the halls, a few meters away from the broom closet that they were in. "alright, weasley, it's time. try not to blow our cover."

garreth was confused, but was quickly stunned as imelda grabbed his hand and rushed out the door.

"play along." imelda whispered to the gryffindor and garreth winced as he looked down at her face-or rather your face. this seemed incredibly wrong. garreth was staring at imelda who was now wearing your face at the moment.

imelda guided garreth's hands to her waist with one hand, while the other rested on his chest. garreth tried his best to play along with her antics, forcing a smile on his face, although garreth figured he actually looked constipated. "is sallow looking?" imelda whispered, leaning up toward garreth's face and he quickly glanced toward sebastian, who was now staring at them with an unreadable expression.

garreth nodded hesitantly and imelda smirked before cupping his jaw. she let out an innocent giggle, acting as though garreth had said something funny. garreth's lips quirked into a nervous smile and his unconsciously eyes met with sebastian's.

if looks could kill, garreth would be dead on the spot. the glare that sebastian pierced into him caused a shiver to run up garreth's spine. sebastian's fists were balled at his side and were slytherins always this intimidating when they were mad? garreth was sure that sebastian was going to walk over at any moment.

imelda noticed garreth's frozen state and tilted her head slightly to view sebastian's reaction. her eyes met with a pair of angry ones. sebastian's brown eyes were darkened menacingly at them before turning around and storming off in the other direction.

"and now we wait." imelda huffed with a smirk as she pulled away from a very stunned garreth. "lucky you, weasley. sallow didn't kill you, now did he?"

garreth said nothing as he looked to where sebastain once stood. if sebastian sallow didn't kill him now, there was no doubt in garreth's mind that he'd do that later.

sebastian charged into the undercroft with his fist balled tightly at his side. he was fuming! if anyone could see him now, they'd be able to see the smoke coming from his flushed ears. his brows were wrinkled into a glare, his eyes were dark, and his face was nearly red with anger. even the dimly lit room that he was in could be lit with the rage that he was feeling in his chest.

what did i just witness?, sbeastian thought as he paced around the hard stone floors. you with that garreth? no, his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. there's no way that you'd fancy such a such a daft, idiot like garreth, right?

sebastian knew that he had no right to be angry. especially when he knew that you and him were nothing more than friends. partners in crime that took down trolls and dueled together. all this time, sebastian has pined for you, yet never had the courage to ask you to be his. now someone else has you. the thought made him grit his teeth. he should've asked you a long time ago to be his.

with sebastian's head filled with regrets and doubts, he hadn't heard the entrance of the undercroft open. he certainly didn't notice you and ominis walking into the room, which greatly confused you both as you exchanged confused expressions.

"sebastian?" he heard your voice call out to him from behind and he quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he twisted around. "are you alright? you look red in the face. are you running a fever?"

sebastian said nothing as he stared at you with an unreadable expression. you paid no mind to his silence as you shuffled over to him, drawing close to him to lay your hand on his forehead. he was burning up.

"don't act like you care." sebastian seethed suddenly, pulling away from you and your touch. your expression fell as his cold tone pierced an arrow through your chest. "really, (y/n)? garreth? you can do so much better than that."

"what on earth are you talking about, sebastian?" you uttered, feeling hurt at the sudden cold stare that you were receiving.

"what am i talking about?" sebastian hissed, before abruptly pointing a finger at the exit. "i'm talking about you coming out of the broom closet with garreth fucking weasley a couple minutes ago. looks like you had a great time with him in there."

"sebastian, are you mad?!" ominis quipped, holding his hands out to stop his friend from saying anything else. "(y/n) was with me in the library. we were studying for the upcoming test for potions class."

"i'm not stupid, ominis, i saw her with my own eyes!" sebastian boomed and (y/n)'s brows furrowed her brows in confusion.

why was he acting like this?, you thought before turning around to ominis who was getting irritated by sebastian's behavior.

"ominis, if you don't mind," you say with a bit of assurance in your voice. "i'd like to talk to sebastian alone."

ominis' lips pursed together and you were sure that he was contemplating whether or not to listen to you. sebastian was acting strange and ominis wanted to figure it out as well. nonetheless, ominis agreed after a few minutes of silence. you and sbeastian watched as ominis turned around, letting his wand lead him to the exit of the undercroft.

as soon as you heard the doors shut, you turned to sebastian who was glaring down at the floor. you slowly took a step toward him, making sure that he could see your hands.

"i won't touch you if you don't want me to." you say in a hushed tone and he glanced up at you. this time, his glare softened and you could see his eyes swimming with conflict. "please, sebastian, tell me what is wrong? you're acting strange and i just want to help."

you watched as he turned his head away from you. sebastian could barely look at you without feeling his chest tighten. all he could think about was the way your body pressed into garreth's. the way garreth's arms were wrapped around you waist so tenderly. the way you giggled at something weasley had said as if he had said the most funniest thing in the world. the image of you and garreth coming out of the broom closet, looking so disheveled plagued his mind.

"sebastian?"

merlin, your voice sounded so small in his ears. the soft and caring tone in your voice made him want to take back his actions. sebastian was acting like an arse, yet you still talked to him like he was the most delicate thing in the world. without a word, he looked back at you with a more pained expression, which made your lips pull into a frown.

"what's wrong?" you asked again and sebastian sighed, knowing that he could never escape you. not when you looked at him with a pleading expression. you looked like you could cry at any moment.

"i-it's nothing," sebastian stammered. "i was just overreacting."

"sebastian, you've never acted this way with me before." you pressed, coming closer to him until you were an inch away. you gently grabbed his hand into yours. "you mentioned something about me and garreth. what happened?"

sebastian seemingly looked embarrassed now as he brought his other hand up to scratch the back of his neck and averted his eyes to the ground.

"i saw you and garreth coming out of the broom closet on the fourth floor. you both looked...cozy. listen, if you and weasley are seeing each other, then fine-i mean, i-i'm happy for you if you're happy, but you can do so much better than that-"

sebastian was quickly cut off by your laughter echoing through the room. he was stunned for a moment as you bent over to quell your never ending giggles.

"sebastian, what are you talking about?" you wheezed in between giggles and you squeezed his hand tighter. you took a minute to calm down, however when you did, you gazed up at sebastian with an amused smile. "i was with ominis in the library, so it couldn't have been me. how could i be in two places at once?"

sebastian recalled what ominis had said. you were in the studying with ominis in the library the whole time. he was confused now. could it have been a mistake? did he think it was you? no, you had turned around. sebastian was sure that he saw your face.

"b-but i saw you." sebastian stuttered and you titled your head.

"i promise you, sebastian, i was with ominis since classes ended." you say with a smile and sebastian could see no hint of deceit in your eyes. "and garreth?"

you let out a laugh once again and sebastian's lips quirked into a small smile. your laughter really was contagious. he couldn't help it at all. sebastian could never resist you.

"honestly, garreth is a nice fellow," you say with a hint of teasing. "but i could never have feelings for him. besides, i'm in love with someone else."

sebastian's eyes snapped up to meet yours and you were sure that you saw a flash of hurt in them. you could basically see his shoulders slump in disappointment. it made you stifle a giggle.

"you might know him, he's always the talk of hogwarts." you grin, deciding to play with him a bit. "he's quite a trouble maker, witty, and cunning. a true slytherin, if i do say so myself."

a slytherin?, sebastian thought and was visibly intrigued with you description.

"but, he is also very charming and kind. he knows how to make me laugh and smile when i'm feeling down. he cares for those who are close to him. he'd do anything for them, even if it meant risking his own life. i admire him for that. how could anyone not fall in love with him?"

sebastian's face was glowing with anticipation and you chuckled as you let go of his hand to poke his cheek. "he also gets very jealous easily, but i don't mind. i find it to be quite adorable."

you laugh as you wrap your arms around his midriff and tucked your face into his chest with a knowing smile adorning your lips. you could feel sebastian stiffen against you and you propped your chin up on his chest to gaze up at him.

sebastian's heart felt like it could nearly beat out of his chest at any moment. his eyes seemed dazed, as if he was just waking out of a dream. this had to be a dream, right? you, his longtime crush, was admitting to being in love with him. is that what you meant?

"you...you love me?' sebastian uttered in disbelief and you slowly ran your hands up his back to cup the back of his neck.

"yes, you idiot." you mused with a genuine smile. "i'm in love with you, sebastian sallow. you and only you."

before sebastian knew it, your lips were pressed firmly against his in a gentle kiss. his eye shot open in surprise, but still returned your affection. his arms circled around your waist, pushing your body firmly against his own. sebastian had been waiting for this moment to come. to finally feel your lips against his. to press his body against yours with his arms around you.

to make you his.

"i love you, (y/n)." he said in between kisses and you smiled against his lips before pulling away.

"say it again." you say and sebastian could see excitement filling your features.

"i love you, (y/n) (l/n)," sebastian firmly said, bringing one of his hands up to cup you jaw and rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "merlin, i'll say it as many times as you want. just be mine."

"i am yours, sebastian," you sighed, tilting your head into his palm and gazing up at him so lovingly. "it was always you. nobody has ever made me feel this way."

sebastian couldn't bring himself to say anything as he stared at you. he wanted to memorize every feature of your face as you confessed your feelings for him. he wanted to engrave this moment into his head forever.

"and i am yours, (y/n)."

[Bonus]

you and sebastian walked out of the undercroft with lovesick faces. your clothes seemed wrinkled and disheveled as you exited. all the snogging that you both had done had clearly shown through your clothes and hair. as you both turned the corner of the hall, you heard someone clear their throat.

"ahem!"

you and sebastian pull away all too quickly at the sound of ominis in front of you. you both bashfully looked toward him and although you both knew that he couldn't see you, it still felt like he could sense something going on.

"oh, ominis, we were just..." you trailed off as you noticed imelda and garreth following behind with guilty expressions. "imelda? garreth? what are you two doing here?"

"i believe i've caught the culprits." ominis mused as he held up a vial filled with an unknown liquid. "quite cunning, those two. i don't believe we've learned to make polyjuice yet."

you and sebastian looked at each other with an unreadable expression and the hall was filled with silence. all of a sudden, you two bursted into laughter. perhaps you should thank imelda later. her plan had been a success.

sebastian was yours and you were his.

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