#f!mc x leander prewett

[blueraineshadows]

Heart Song

Leander Prewett x F!MC

Fluff ❤️🥰

In honour of Joshua Shea, who is Leander Prewett's voice actor, who has a lovely singing voice.

Listen here for Joshua's voice (YouTube video)

The halls and corridors of Hogwarts were quiet this late in the evenings, but MC was no stranger to wandering about the castle at this time, or even later as she had been known to do. She found it rather peaceful to tell the truth, without all the bustle and noise of all the students around her.

MC wasn't fond of crowds, or too much noise. She didn't mind lingering in quiet corners, keeping to the shadows and slipping about relatively unseen. She had been under the spotlight too much after the events of 5th year, and it had been overwhelming to put it mildly.

Now, at the start of her 7th year, MC was more settled in her routine of classes, and she had a few good friends around her that she was rather fond of.

Her studies came first, always, her thirst to absorb as much as she could in the relatively short time she had been given at Hogwarts still as rampant as ever. But, she could always make time for her music.

Music was everything. It was a part of her soul, it was her escape and her rescue, without it, she would be lost. To sit at the piano, her hands could do the talking, drawing such emotion from something as simple as ivory keys and metal wire.

Today had been a busy one, classes and assignments, and she had done a couple of hours in the library with Sebastian to top it all off. Hours spent researching for Anne's cure had formed a habit for them both, while the cure was no longer an issue, they still found solace in research together. Sometimes sitting for quite a while, each with their noses in a book, quite content in the other's company. It was an easy thing to say that Sebastian was her best friend at Hogwarts.

Despite the tiredness that nagged at her eyes, MC could not return to her common room without first making a stop at the music room. She had neglected her music today, and that would not do. She was looking forward to losing herself in a melody, everything else fading out into the background.

As she reached the top of the stone staircase in the Bell Tower and walked the landing towards the music room, she heard the sound of the piano being played. She paused in her step. While not unusual to hear music coming from this room, this particular time made her stop and listen. It was a piece of music she recognised, a classic, but it was played astoundingly well.

It pulled at her, deeply, and she moved towards the door carefully, not wanting to interrupt the player from such beautiful work. As she placed her hand against the wood of the door to push, a voice began to sing. It was a man, and the sound of his voice sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. The hair on her arms stood on end and her heart pounded as she opened the door just enough to slip inside. Curiosity had got the better of her.

The volume of music and voice swelled as she entered the room, and she closed the door carefully behind her. A few soft footsteps put her sight in line with the piano. Her eyes widened and a bolt of shock speared through her when she saw who was seated at the instrument.

It was Leander Prewett.

MC stared, her mouth agape as his long fingered hands danced across the keys, making that piano his own, delicate and heart breaking. The music soared and with it, his voice, she almost felt the prick of tears at the emotion playing out across his face as his voice conveyed the haunting lyrics, moulding them effortlessly with the music he conjured with his hands.

In the two years she had been at Hogwarts, she had never seen Leander at a piano, neither had she heard him sing. She was floored.

Leander Prewett was a studious, smart chap, prone to a bit of bragging and bluster, but always immaculately well presented and polite. He had an unfortunate tendency to bicker with Sebastian on occasion that was irritating to get caught in the middle of. MC either ignored it, or stepped in along with their other friends whenever it got a little too heated.

Never had she put him down as musical, and so wonderfully talented as well. It truly was a delight to witness, and had she seen herself, she would have bore witness to the smile that curved her lips, the softened look in her eyes.

The music came to an end, and Leander stopped singing, slowly removing his hands from the keys and placing them in his lap. His head remained bowed as though savouring those last few notes. MC didn't dare take a breath lest she break the silence of the room. It was a credit to the power of his performance. She could feel it in the air.

"So, will I do?" He asked.

MC's eyes widened. Leander looked up at her, a half smile on his face, but there was no mockery in his gaze, just honest amusement.

"I'm sorry," MC said, awkwardly. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She felt like she had imposed on something personal. "I didn't mean to intrude."

"Not at all," he said. He gave her a closer look. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed."

"I...I'm fine," she said. She took a breath. "Leander, that was...just beautiful!"

"Oh, well, thank you," he said. He didn't puff up his chest or smile with pride. He blushed, his cheeks turning pink under his freckles. "I don't come here very often, and when I do there isn't usually anyone else around."

"Then I consider myself very fortunate to stumble across you this evening." She meant it.

He looked at her, curiously. "I know you play too, I have heard you a few times. You're rather good yourself."

Now she was blushing under such praise. He seemed genuine enough and she found herself moving closer towards him. "Do you usually play the classics?"

He nodded. "Although, I'm not against the odd jaunty tune. There is a pub local to my home that has a piano, and I have been known to bash out the odd song."

She smiled at the image. "Do you sing these jaunty tunes as well?"

"It's been known to happen," he chuckled.

He looked up at her again, their eyes meeting for a moment. It felt different somehow, now that she had seen him so open like that. It almost flustered her to gaze into those pale brown eyes. She had never really paid much attention to them before, but they were actually rather striking.

She wasn't usually one to share her music, she guarded it possessively, but she was moved by him. So much so, that the words were out of her mouth before she could think twice.

"Would you like to duet?"

He looked taken aback, staring up at her. "Really?"

She nodded. "If I play, would you sing?"

He looked down at the piano, thinking, and then he was nodding and getting up from the stool, gesturing for her to take a seat. Standing this close to him, she realised how tall he was, her nose on a level with his collar. "She's all yours," he said. "What would you like to play?"

"Do you know 'Minstrels Sonnet'?" She asked.

He smiled. "I do."

Excitement bloomed in her chest. It was one of her favourites, but her voice wasn't quite the right pitch for the vocal. His, however, would be perfect. She rested her hands upon the keys, her back straight, and she closed her eyes, focusing. Then she began to play.

As always, the music flowed through her and she became one with the melody. Usually shy about anyone listening, she found she didn't mind Leander standing beside the piano. And then, he began to sing.

The song took on a whole new meaning for her that evening. Those few minutes that she played with Leander did something to her that she would never forget. They just seemed to slip into a rhythm, blending together effortlessly, and his voice carried the song perfectly, just as she had suspected.

When the song was over, she sat there stunned, her eyes slowly lifting to meet his, their gazes locking in the silence that followed, the echo of the song hanging in the air between them.

Leander smiled. It was a beautiful smile and it touched MC deeply. He was a kindred spirit, hidden in plain sight this whole time, he understood the power and magic that only music could conjure. It wasn't like their spells, or her gift of Ancient Magic. Music was something else, and it meant something when you met someone who shared that passion.

....*....

Leander was in a black mood. His day had not been going well, and he was tired. He had not been able to sleep last night, his mind buzzing with what had happened in the music room.

That particular experience was mind blowing, just utterly amazing, and he doubted he would ever forget what it had been like to sing for her. But, the way she had looked at him afterwards, now that had been a moment. It had made him feel valid, seen, and his heart had melted completely.

MC was beautiful. There was no other way to put it. As soon as she had walked into the Great Hall, late and already surrounded by mystery, he had noticed her, appreciated her from afar.

But, he was awkward, and prone to putting his foot in his mouth, and he cringed at how idiotic he had sounded to his own ears the first chance he'd had to spend time with her alone. She had been gracious, however, even playing a few games of Summoners Court with him now and again.

Any hope of being able to know her better had dwindled when she had formed a friendship with Sebastian Sallow. They had become inseperable very quickly, it was rare to see one without the other. By all accounts, they were just friends. But anyone wanting to get close to her, would have to get past Sallow first.

Sallow was the reason for his black mood today. A simple practise session in the Clock Tower for Crossed Wands had descended into another spat between them. This time over the bending of the rules of combat that Sallow claimed were loopholes, his cunning knew no limit and it got Leander's back up.

Fuming at being made the butt of Sallow's amusement yet again, Leander took the stairs two at a time, his long legs pumping effortlessly as he made his way to the music room. Playing last night had opened a flood gate, and he felt the desire to play more.

Maybe she would be here too.

Leander winced, a flush of guilt washing over him.

Elizabeth.

They had been on a few dates, she was his partner in Crossed Wands, and she was pretty, clever, and she had tried to console him just now as he stormed out of the Clock Tower. But her cool hands and worried eyes were not comforting. They only tightened the band of guilt that was squeezing his chest.

She was not MC.

Gods, he was the worst kind of boyfriend. It was shameful. He didn't wish to hurt Elizabeth, she didn't deserve it, but all Leander could do was push down the burning feeling he got whenever he thought about MC, just like he had been doing ever since he met her, and try to forget about it.

Girls like MC did not date boys like him. They dated chaps like Garreth, or Sebastian, or even Ominis with his ethereal good looks and family name. Leander did not place himself in the same league as them, and couldn't imagine that MC would either.

When he arrived at the music room, Amit was there cleaning his violin. He looked up and gave Leander a nod in greeting. "Hello, a bit early for you isn't it, Leander? I thought you were more of a night performer."

"Hmm," Leander muttered, distractedly. He eyed the piano. "I just felt the urge."

Amit gestured towards the piano. "Be my guest."

Leander sat at the piano. What to play? Something dark and brooding perhaps, or maybe something tragic, like unrequited love. A song came to mind, and it favoured the latter. He began to play.

He forgot Amit was there, and his thoughts tumbled around MC, the music projecting the conflicting emotions swirling over and through him. Last night had been wonderful, but it was also a torment.

He realised he wanted more of it. Much more.

....*....

Walking into charms class, MC saw Leander sitting with Elizabeth Tate, his Crossed Wands partner. Her gaze lingered on him as she made her way to her seat next to Natsai. Much like her thoughts, she was drawn to him. She could not stop thinking about the other night in the music room.

As the lesson progressed, her eyes kept returning to Leander, noting the way he held his quill, the furrow of concentration on his brow, simple things really. She had seen him countless times, shared many classes with him, but she hadn't really seen him.

Now he was all she could see.

"How are things with you?" Natty asked. "You seem a bit distracted today, my friend. I hope everything is alright."

"I'm fine," MC said. She frowned as Elizabeth put her hand on Leander's arm and kept it there for longer than was appropriate for a classmate. She leant closer towards Natty to whisper. "Are Leander and Elizabeth a couple?"

Natty's eyes flicked over towards the pair and she nodded. "Yes, I believe they are," she said. "It's not surprising is it? They have been duelling partners for a while now, and I think her parents know his parents, but I can't be sure on that."

MC nodded and bent her head down to her parchment. Leander had caught her looking his way again, that was twice now, and her cheeks grew warm. She endeavoured to keep her gaze on her notes from now on, it would not do to stare at boys across the classroom, especially when their girlfriends were sitting next to them.

But, she could not help it. That surprising connection she had felt in the music room just would not go away, and it had opened up a curious thing within her - the desire to duet with him again. This was a new thing for her. Her music was her solace, and yet, she needed to feel that again, that moment with him.

....*....

Professor Florence stood in front of the students she had gathered together in the music room, her hands clasped and her eyes hopeful. They were all processing the idea of a concert, something the professor had been hoping to put together for a while now. The students she had gathered were all exceptional performers, but it was getting them to all play together that was the trick, working together to provide an evening of entertainment for the whole school.

MC stood there, her hands clasped nervously. Her shyness over crowds and performing for people pressed down on her, but a small part of her heart beat in excitement. Her eyes wandered over everyone gathered, and she tried to imagine what sort of musical spectacle they would present.

It intrigued her, and this was surprising. Was she seriously considering this? The idea made her heart pound.

"Are you going to sign up, MC?" Amit asked. He was seated beside her, his eyes lit with excitement. "I think this is a wonderful idea."

"It's a great idea," MC agreed. "Although, I'm not sure if I have the time for it."

"We are all busy, but music is always worth finding the time for," Amit said. "I'm going to sign up. Seeing as it's our last year here, I think it would be a lovely way to end my time here at Hogwarts, and a great memory to look back on."

"Maybe," she said, thoughtfully. Her hands twisted in her lap. Her palms felt sweaty.

"Think about it, MC," Amit said. His eyes and smile were soft, kind. "I think you should do it, but of course, it's up to you."

Those who wished to take part needed to sign up by the end of the week, and she watched as Amit moved from beside her to add his name to the parchment that Professor Florence had pinned to the wall. Leander moved to stand with him, and MC watched as they chatted.

Would Leander sign up? Oh, she hoped he did. His was a talent not to be hidden from the world.

After some urging from Amit, Leander sighed and added his name to the list. MC released a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. Then Leander's gaze met hers. He gave her a small smile and then wandered off with Amit.

MC twisted her fingers together, anxiety and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She stared at the list, chewing on her lower lip, and then sighed. She couldn't do it. Maybe she needed to think about it, she didn't know. She had never performed publicly to a large audience before, and the idea was overwhelming.

Lowering her gaze, she quickly left the music room, the excited chatter suddenly all too much.

....*....

Friday night saw MC and her friends in the Three Broomsticks, the butterbeers were going down nicely, all of them unwinding after a long week of classes.

MC stood at the bar waiting for her drink to arrive, it was rather busy, and she felt the press of someone squeezing into the gap beside her. Leander gave her a quick smile and she blushed, apparently the new normal around him lately, and it was rather distracting. His scent surrounded her, and she was too aware of his arm close to hers, the warm press of it making her a little flustered.

As the bar tender arrived with her drink, Leander immediately offered to pay.

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that," she said. But, it was too late, he dropped the coins into the bar tenders palm, and ordered his own beer at the same time.

"It's no bother," he said. He gave her nudge with his elbow and leant down nearer her ear. "Call it a bribe."

Her eyebrows lifted. "A bribe? Whatever for?"

"I noticed you haven't put your name down for the concert yet." He gave her a meaningful look. "You only have until Sunday to do it, and it would be a crime to not have you perform with us."

She swallowed down the butterflies erupting inside of her. She gripped the handle of her beer mug. "Oh, I don't know about that, I'm not much of a performer," she hedged. She gave him a curious look. "What made you sign up?"

He shrugged. "Thought it might be fun. Come on, you should do it. It's your last year, make the most of it."

"That's pretty much what Amit said, too," she grimaced.

"See? Do it, it will be great," he urged.

MC looked up at his keen smile and almost felt herself wavering. "I...I will think about it."

He sighed. "Well, don't take too long. Rehearsals start next week."

When MC rejoined the table, Sebastian leant towards her. "What were you and Prewett talking about, hmm?"

Why was she blushing again? She took a sip of her drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "The concert Professor Florence is putting on," MC said.

Sebastian quirked a brow. "Are you taking part?"

"Oh, you really should, MC," Ominis chimed in, his smile fond. "You play piano beautifully."

"Leander is in, aren't you mate?" Garreth said, clapping Leander on the shoulder as he rejoined the table. Leander nodded, and smiled at Elizabeth as she took hold of his hand, her face adoring as she leant in towards him.

"Really?" Sebastian looked surprised. "You're going to give us all a little tune, are you Prewett? Now this I have got to see."

"I'm looking forward to it," Amit said. "There is a lot of talent putting their names down." He gave MC a pointed look and she shifted in her seat.

"Even you, Prewett," Sebastian said smirking. "I hope you perform better than you duel."

Leander frowned and Elizabeth glared daggers at Sebastian. MC put her drink down and gave Sebastian a look of her own. "Stop teasing him, Seb," she scolded. "For your information, he is rather good. I think he will be brilliant."

Sebastian stared at her. "Is that so? Spend a lot of time listening to him play his little songs, do you?"

MC blushed again, her eyes glancing towards Leander. She caught the tight little look that Elizabeth gave him and ducked her eyes downwards. "I've heard him play and sing, yes," she said. "What's so bad about that? You've heard me."

"But you are good," Sebastian said. He smirked towards Leander again. "Prewett's talents, however, remain to be seen."

"And what would you know, Sallow?" Leander frowned.

"Prove it to him, Lee," Garreth urged. He pointed across to where an upright piano stood in the corner of the pub. "Play us something, call it practise for the real thing."

Sebastian chuckled. "This could be fun."

MC's mouth tightened. Their stupid little digging towards each other was annoying at the best of times, but this one she was taking personally. Music was not a joke to her, and she knew how talented Leander was, how much guts it took to get up and perform it in front of others.

She was already on edge trying to battle her own nervous demons, because as much as she would love to perform, those nerves would swamp her and she was terrified of making a fool of herself. For some reason, Sebastian's attack on Leander, felt like an attack on her and it got her back up.

"For Merlin's sake, leave him alone," she snapped.

The table went quiet. MC glanced around at them all, her cheeks burning. Sebastian looked at her, a crease in his brow. "Alright," he said, slowly. "Since when did you become Prewett's little guard dog?"

Since he had stirred her soul with his music and voice. She met Leander's eyes. He looked as puzzled as Sebastian did. She wasn't even sure herself why she had snapped so hard, and Elizabeth was looking rather put out. Her pulse raced.

Garreth was right. The proof was in the music.

Maybe it was the beers, maybe it was some deep rooted passion for music, maybe she was losing her mind, but she stood up. The enticement of performing music with Leander was just too strong. After days of obsessing over the last time, she needed more.

"Come on, Leander," she said, her firm voice hiding the sudden burst of jangling nerves in her gut. "We will show them. Let's play."

MC strode away from the table, leaving a low rumble of mutters behind her as she headed for the piano. Garreth made a loud whooping noise and clapped his hands. "Yes, come on," he called out.

She heard the scrape of Leander's chair as she opened the lid of the piano, exposing the yellowed keys. She tested a few of them and nodded. It wasn't perfect, but it was in tune enough to be serviceable.

Her heart thudded and she took a deep breath. She could not believe she was doing this.

....*....

Leander could feel Elizabeth's eyes burning into the side of his face. They had argued this afternoon about MC. Elizabeth claimed that MC had been staring at him far too much the last few days, and she did not like it.

This little outburst at the table had not helped his case of insisting that there was nothing going on between them. There wasn't anything going on. That was the thing.

Okay, so maybe he had caught MC's eye more often than ever before a few times this week. And, maybe he was guilty of hanging around the music room a lot more than usual, his eyes checking the list to see if MC had signed up for the concert.

But, there was nothing going on other than that.

The way MC had snapped so bitterly at Sebastian had widened a few eyes, that was for certain. And the look she had just given him was so intense it made his mouth go dry.

Now, she was standing up and suggesting they make good on Garreth's suggestion. His heart picked up the pace as she walked across to the piano. Garreth gave him a wink and a nod, Elizabeth looked like she was about to thump him, and Sebastian was watching everything through narrowed eyes.

Leander pushed back his chair and stood, he flexed his fingers and followed MC.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked her.

When she looked at him he saw the glimmer of her nerves in her pretty eyes, but she fixed a smile on her face and nodded. "If I can't do this, then the concert is a definite no," she said. "Only one way to find out."

He could have hugged her right then. He gave her an encouraging smile instead. "Then let's do this. What are we playing?"

She suggested a fast paced piano duet and he nodded. He sat on the bench beside her, their bodies so very close, the soft press of her thigh warm against his. He took a breath and readied his hands, they exchanged a look and with a nod, they were away.

They had never played tandem before together, and to start with they did make a few mistakes, but at the adorable sound of a giggle bursting from her lips, he found himself grinning with her, and they continued to play, getting faster and faster.

People were beginning to gather and listen, clapping their hands along to the bouncy music. Leander's heart was racing, pub music was something he was used to back home, but this was different. Playing it with her was different.

His hand swiftly ducked under her arm to play in a higher key, he felt the soft brush of her arm, her breath against his cheek as she laughed. Warmth was spreading through him, and on they played.

When they finished they looked at each other, flushed and laughing as thunderous applause sounded throughout the pub.

"More!" Garreth shouted. Leander glanced over his shoulder to see him standing on his chair, clapping madly.

Elizabeth had her arms folded, and he felt his high spirits slip a little. He was going to get an earful for this. His gaze moved to Sebastian, who had a reluctant look of appreciation on his face.

"Another?" MC asked.

He smiled at her. "Another? Where are those nerves now, hmm?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "Are you brave enough to sing?"

For her, yes. In a heartbeat. He nodded and suggested a song. She twisted her mouth a little. "I would need sheet music for that, how about this one?"

She tinkled out a tune across the keys and he smiled. He knew it. At his nod, she began to play. He didn't get up from his seat. He stayed right next to her, watching her hands grace the keys and conjure the music with those delicate fingers.

The pub fell quiet, people stopping their chatter to listen as he began to sing. Once again, they just seemed to entwine together, pulling the emotion out of the song and projected it outwards into the air around them.

He almost faltered, his breath evaporating when MC opened her mouth and began to sing the harmony along with him. He recovered his shock, his eyes flying to meet hers as she gave him a swift, shy smile. Once their eyes met, he couldn't break away. They sang together, her hands playing away on their own, and he forgot that there was anyone else in the crowded room.

When the song ended, they continued to stare at each other. He thought perhaps it was the longest eye contact he had maintained in his whole life. The room was erupting around them with cheers and applause, but in that moment, there was only her, and his heart was still singing.

A small tear escaped her eye and without thinking, he swiftly swiped it away with his thumb. The touch of it burning his skin. He pulled away again just as quick. But he saw the widening of her gaze and the way her lips parted softly.

And then Garreth was there slapping him on the back excitedly, his other hand patting MC on the shoulder as he cried out his praises. MC stood, and Sebastian was there, yanking her into his arms for a tight hug. When he pulled back to look at her he grinned. "If you don't put your name down for that concert, then I bloody well will. You were brilliant!"

MC flushed a lovely pink and she gestured towards Leander. "I did have some help."

Sebastian looked his way and gave him a stiff nod. "Not bad, Prewett, I'll give you that."

What the fuck was happening?!

A firm hand clamped on his arm and he looked up at Elizabeth. He swallowed. She did not look amused. His high deflating a little, he stood. Elizabeth was tugging him closer and then she kissed him firmly on the mouth, her arms snaking up to hug him as if to claim him as hers.

Leander held her, but he couldn't help but look over her shoulder towards MC.

MC met his gaze, her smile soft.

He hoped with all his heart that she would put her name down for that concert. He just had to perform with her again. She had to feel it too, surely, the lure of it was so strong he knew was going to be in for another sleepless night.

To be continued... Part Two

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[thenerdykneazle]

Yule Ball

images of Garreth above from @dvinaamesca here and here

Summary: Sometimes our favourite gregarious Gryffindor can be a bit thick. Professor Black reinstates the Yule Ball in your seventh year, and you realise last-minute that your boyfriend isn't planning on taking you. Leander tries to help his best mate patch things up with you. Sometimes simple misunderstandings lead to hurt feelings, but talking it out (and makeup sex) is always worth it.

Garreth Weasley x Gryffindor F!MC

A/N: Did I write an almost 9k fic because I loved a screenshot so much? Yes. Yes, I did. At any rate, this blog was far overdue for some Garreth love.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, aged-up characters, Garreth being oblivious, failure to communicate, caught indisposed, talks of hypothetically pregnant MC

Word count: 8621

Seventh year was going surprisingly well for you. The stress of exams was nothing compared to quashing a goblin rebellion, and poaching was at an all-time low in the Highlands. If you were honest, it was a bit dull. You had tried, back at the end of sixth year, to get Black to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament. You argued that it was the perfect time, exactly a century after the last one had been held. He had refused outright, arguing that it was “too dangerous.” You suspected his concern was less directed at whatever students would be competing and more due to the fact that the heads of the participating schools had been injured during the last one in 1792. Bloody coward.

You had started a whole campaign, hoping to pressure him into it, but he wouldn’t relent. Poppy managed to convince him to at least host a Yule Ball the following Christmas. The vain headmaster leapt at the chance to bring out his dress robes. It was settled.

At least you had quidditch to keep you from being bored to death. Games and practices playing chaser alongside your boyfriend were the highlight of each week. You had worried it might cause friction between the two of you when you and Garreth joined the team last year. Quite the contrary, you both worked together flawlessly. You practised so much that you had an almost telepathic connection on the pitch. You had been so close to winning the Quidditch Cup last year, and you had high hopes for this season.

Still, quidditch only provided so much of a distraction given the level of adventure to which you were accustomed, and you had looked forward to the Yule Ball all of autumn term. Poppy – and, to your surprise, Imelda – led the planning effort. You were confident it was going to be spectacular. You had already gone shopping with Natty, and Mr. Hill insisted on making custom gowns for both of you. He had always been appreciative of you two saving his shop from the troll back in fifth year.

As you were studying in the library for end-of-term exams, Poppy updated you on the planning. The ball was to be an all-night, Regency-style affair complete with dancing, a late supper, and more dancing. You couldn’t wait for Christmas to arrive.

Over lunch, Garreth expressed a similar sentiment. “I cannot wait for exams to be over. I swear my aunt is lurking around every corner to make sure I’m revising properly,” he groused. “It’s like she has no faith in me.”

“She just wants you to do well,” you assured him, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulder blades.

“At least we have the holidays to look forward to,” he said. “Your parents are letting you stay here in the castle, right?”

“Yes!” you replied eagerly. “It’s going to be splendid, isn’t it? Have you gotten dress robes?”

Garreth’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What for?”

You gaped at him. “For the Yule Ball.”

He looked caught off guard. “I wasn’t planning on attending,” he admitted.

“What? You–You’re not going?” you asked, taken aback. “Are you serious?”

Your conversation caught Leander’s attention, and he looked nervously between you two. His eyes widened with intent as he stared at Garreth.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Garreth explained. “What’s the point?”

Leander hid his face in his hand, clearly embarrassed at his best mate’s lack of tact.

The bench scraped harshly on the stone floor as you got to your feet. “What’s the point?” you repeated, furious.

Garreth shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like I’m telling you that you can’t go,” he said.

“Garreth Weasley, you inconsiderate – you oblivious – you – Ugh!” you spluttered. You grabbed your bag off the ground before storming off, leaving Garreth sat stunned on the bench.

“What is her problem?” he asked Leander.

“Mate…” the tall redhead said in a pitying tone. He just shook his head at the boy.

You spent the rest of exams avoiding Garreth. Fortunately, there were no quidditch practices to force you to interact with him. You studied in the Undercroft instead of the library. When you weren’t studying, you holed up in your dorm room where he couldn’t reach you. He tried to get Natty or Cressida to convince you to talk to him, but you were still too mad. You had spent months looking forward to the Yule Ball. You’d gushed to him about your excitement for the event dozens of times. It had never crossed your mind that your boyfriend wouldn’t escort you.

He managed to corner you once, on your way out of the potions exam. You suspected he had finished well before you and lingered for the express purpose of trying to talk to you. He chased you out, pulling you into an alcove in the corridor. “MC, I’m sorry,” he said, looking devestated. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You scowled, but you were listening.

“I just…I didn’t realise you cared so much about a silly little ball,” he continued, inserting his foot directly into his mouth.

You scoffed, shoving past him and starting down the corridor.

“Wait, that came out wrong,” Garreth said, rushing after you.

“Did it, now?” you replied, unconvinced.

You stopped abruptly, spinning back to face him as you crossed your arms over your chest. Garreth almost walked straight into you, but he caught himself just in time.

You arched an accusing brow at him. “Was this supposed apology going to involve you asking me to said ‘silly little ball’?”

“I…Well…” he stammered, his nervous eyes looking anywhere but at you.

You huffed as you whipped back around. Garreth called after you as you stormed away, but you didn’t stop that time.

Your anger continued to simmer through the end of exams on the 23rd. Normally, the Hogwarts Express would’ve been packed that evening as students headed home for the Christmas holidays. However, it was nearly empty that night. It seemed everyone else was as excited for the ball as you were – everyone except your boyfriend, that is.

You spent hours practising spells in the Undercroft that evening. Ominis found you down there. The smell of smouldering crates filled his nose immediately.

“Still upset with Garreth, I take it?” Ominis asked as he strode into the room.

“Yep,” you replied curtly.

“Are you going to stop talking to him forever over a dance?” he asked seriously, folding his arms as he leaned back against a blank stretch of stone wall.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not the dance. It’s that he knew how excited I was for it and still had no plans to attend it with me. It’s like he doesn’t care about what’s important to me.”

Ominis cocked his head to the side as he considered your words. “Have you explained that to him?”

Your jaw tensed. “I shouldn’t have to.”

Ominis pursed his lips, shaking his head slightly. “That’s a healthy way to handle it,” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t want to hear it, Mr. My Relationship is Soooo Perfect,” you groused. “You and Poppy both love dancing. It’s not fair.”

You crossed your arms in a huff.

Ominis smirked at the mention of his girlfriend. “Well, we are fortunate in that,” he said. “I’ll save a dance for you, tough, shall I?”

“That’d be lovely. It’ll be the only one I get,” you replied – admittedly, being a bit melodramatic.

Ominis snorted. “Right. Because people can only dance at a ball if they already have a partner.”

“Will you just let me sulk?” you snapped.

Ominis rolled his eyes. “You’ve been sulking all week, MC,” he pointed out. “I won’t let you ruin the ball for yourself.”

You sighed. He had a point. Just because Garreth was being an arse didn’t mean you shouldn’t try to enjoy the event you’d been looking forward to since the end of spring term.

The door to the seventh-year boys’ dormitory shut with a soft click. Leander stared at his best mate, lying face-down in bed on top of his sheets.

“I take it the grovelling didn’t go well?” he asked as he crossed the room to sit on the edge of his own bed.

Garreth mumbled incoherently into his pillow.

“Come again?” Leander said.

Garreth turned his head to the side, still lying boneless otherwise. “There was no grovelling,” he said. “She still won’t speak to me. Or listen. Or do anything but bolt the other direction when I spot her in the halls.”

Leander hummed sympathetically. “Did you try having Natty pass along your apology?”

“She refused,” Garreth said dismally. “Said I should apologise to her myself, even though that’s literally impossible seeing as MC won’t be in the same wing of the castle as me for more than five seconds. I don’t know what to do, Lee.”

Leander clicked his tongue. “That is a tough spot,” he said. “I suppose you do know one place you can definitely find her.”

“She hasn’t used the Room of Requirement all week. I checked with Deek,” Garreth argued.

“I was talking about the Yule Ball,” Leander said, rolling his eyes at his hopelessly thick friend.

Garreth pushed himself up on his arms so he could turn to look at Leander. “And how is embarrassing myself at a ball going to help anything?” he demanded.

Leander let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s really not that complicated, mate. She’s mad at you because you wouldn’t take her to the ball. So, go there and dance with her. After the grovelling. That bit’s still essential, trust me.”

“But I can’t dance,” Garreth argued.

Leander shrugged. “I’ll teach you.”

Garreth chewed his lip as he considered the option. “Okay…But what if she bolts the second she sees me? Or, worse, takes someone else to the dance?”

Leander pursed his lips. He had to admit that they were both quite plausible outcomes. “I’ll handle it.”

“How?” Garreth inquired.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “You just focus on using the next 48 hours to make sure you won’t crush her toes when you finally dance with her.”

Garreth, still looking anxious, just nodded.

“Brilliant! Now, on your feet. I’m going to teach you to waltz,” Leander said.

Saturday morning, Leander caught you leaving your dorm for breakfast. “MC! Just the girl I wanted to see!” he said brightly as you descended the stairs into the Gryffindor common room.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever Garreth wants to tell me, I don’t want to hear it,” you groused, brushing past him.

“Actually,” Leander said as he caught your hand to make you stop, “I wanted to ask a favour.”

Your brow furrowed. You crossed your arms sceptically, but you made no move to dart away. “A favour?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Leander gulped down his nerves as he nodded his head. “Well, I was…I was wondering if you’d go to the Yule Ball with me.”

You blinked rapidly as you processed his words. “Oh,” you said in surprise. “I would’ve thought you’d be going with Sebastian. You two have been dancing around each other for ages, after all.”

Leander sucked his teeth. “Yes, well, Violet beat me to asking him, evidently,” he explained with a rather sour expression. “So, I thought we might go together, since Garreth’s being a numpty. As friends, of course, but…also to make our boys a bit jealous, maybe.”

“You want to help me make Garreth jealous?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, Garreth and Sebastian,” he replied. “Besides, I think he deserves it. He was a bit of a knob about the ball.”

You tilted your head, eyeing him for a long moment that had him starting to squirm. “Yeah, all right,” you agreed.

Leander beamed at you. “Brilliant! I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night,” he said.

“See you then,” you replied.

Your Christmas morning was spent in the Gryffindor common room after Natty assured you that Garreth wasn’t down there. Almost the entire rest of your house was, though. There was a weight in your chest at not getting to celebrate with the man you loved – even if he was being a git. You also felt sorry for him that he was missing out on the festivities.

You didn’t see him the rest of the day, either. That night, you and Natty spent hours getting ready in your room. The mirror had nothing but compliments for the pair of you, and you were feeling quite good about yourself despite the recent tiff with Garreth. As such, you lingered in the common room early, hoping he’d catch a glimpse of you all dolled up. There might’ve been a part of you that wanted him to regret not spending that night with you.

He wasn’t there, though, and you began to wonder if he’d gone home for the rest of the holiday.

Your worrying was cut short when Leander emerged into the room. He smiled when he saw you. “You look beautiful, MC,” he said sweetly.

“Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself,” you replied.

He straightened the lapel of his dress robes proudly. They were black with deep green paisley accents.

“We’re quite a festive pair,” you said, looking down at your ruby red gown.

He laughed. “Yes, well, I had been planning on taking a Slytherin,” he said lightly.

“True,” you replied.

Leander held his arm out to you. “Shall we?”

You nodded and took hold of it, winding your own arm delicately around his.

The Great Hall had been totally transformed. It was almost unrecognisable. Instead of the usual floating candles, bright orbs of light hung in the air like shining stars. The edges of the room were lined with pine trees, full of twinkling lights and glittering ornaments. Each tree was decorated for one of the four houses. The dais was almost entirely taken over by a massive tree decorated in glass ornaments of all four houses’ mascots, crests, and other staples – like a glass rendition of the portrait of the fat lady and the mermaids from the fountain in the Slytherin common room.

The ceiling was enchanted to have snow falling softly, though it vanished before reaching any of you. It was truly magnificent. Your only regret was that Garreth wasn’t there to experience it with you. Before you could properly mope on the subject, Leander whisked you onto the dance floor. It was almost impossible to stay wistful when you were sweeping around the Great Hall in a two step to lively music. Leander led gracefully, his hold on you firm and his movements fluid and sure. You glided through the other couples, almost constantly spinning. It was a wonder you weren’t dizzy.

“You seem to have something on your mind,” Leander observed.

“I can’t help but wish Garreth were here,” you admitted.

“I see,” he replied.

“Sorry,” you said sincerely. “I don’t mean to insult you. You’re a wonderful dance partner.”

“Just not the one you planned on having,” he said knowingly.

You gave him an apologetic smile.

“I can hardly fault you for that,” he said.

As the song faded to its end, he released your back to spin you around once more, turning you rather quickly before suddenly releasing your hand, as well. You stumbled to get your footing until two strong hands steadied you at your hips, holding you still.

Your head spun a bit from the sudden stop, lashes fluttering as you looked up to find your boyfriend was the one who had caught you.

“Garreth,” you breathed, momentarily forgetting to be angry. You were too surprised. Too relieved. Too caught up in the sight of him with his softly styled curls and perfectly tailored dress robes. He wore a crisp black shirt under a white satin waistcoat and matching bowtie. A deep red robe topped the look. His satin lapels were embroidered with vines matching the ones on his waistcoat. The colour of the robe was exactly the same shade as your dress.

Your arms hung uselessly at your sides as you gaped at him. He gave you a meek smile as he gazed longingly into your eyes.

“You look stunning, darling,” he said. “I’m not as light-footed as Lee, but I’d be honoured to dance with you.”

You realised that, while time had seemed to stop, it had in fact pressed on, and the band was now playing a waltz. Garreth lifted one hand off your hips and held it out to you. You just looked down at it, still processing how you had gotten in this situation. You glanced around in search of Leander, but he had vanished.

“What are you doing here?” you asked dimly.

Garreth’s smile grew nervous. “Making up with my girlfriend, I hope.”

He shifted anxiously as his hand still hung empty in the air between you. You stepped back, his other hand slipping off your hip.

“You said you didn’t want to dance with me,” you said accusingly, finally remembering that you were cross with him.

“I know. I’m sorry, but you’re so good at it. And I…I have two left feet. I thought it’d be worse to have you realise how dreadful I am than for you to just go by yourself,” he said, his hands retreating into his pockets. “I…didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He chewed his lip, as he often did when anxious. Your own lips parted as you stared at him in shock.

Evidently, you took too long to reply, because he started speaking again. “I know Leander and I can be a bit ridiculous sometimes. And I’ve had more than a few mishaps with potions in class – and it’s the thing I’m best at. I just…didn’t want to give you another reason to be ashamed of me.”

His gaze dropped to his feet as his hands fidgeted in his pockets.

“I’d never be ashamed of you,” you assured him, a bit offended that he’d think you would be.

“Really?” he asked, seeming genuinely surprised by the idea as he looked up at you in shock.

“Garreth, I love you. Every bit of you,” you stated. “Why on earth would I be ashamed of you?”

His cheeks flushed. “I mean, my family is,” he admitted, seeming to shrink into himself as his eyes darted away again. “And the professors seem perpetually disappointed in me. It’s twice as bad with Aunt Matilda.”

He forced out a laugh, but you could tell he was quite hurt by the situation.

You brought a hand up to his jaw, gently tilting his head up so he’d look at you. “Well, I think you’re brilliant,” you said. “And they have every reason to be as proud of you as I am, Garreth. You’ve invented half a dozen potions just since I’ve known you – and improved even more. You’re incredibly kind, even when others are mean to you. And you constantly make me laugh, especially when you and Leander are ‘being ridiculous.’”

He gave you a shy, appreciative smile before pulling you into a hug. “I love you, MC. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

You linked your arms around his back. “I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you.”

He pressed a kiss into your pinned-up hair. “Me, too.”

You breathed out a laugh. “It was a pretty stupid fight when I think about it.”

“All our fights are stupid,” Garreth replied in an exasperated tone.

You pulled back to glare up at him. “Are you trying to start another one?” you asked in a low, warning voice.

Garreth smirked at you. “Maybe I like when you’re riled up,” he said cheekily. “You can’t wear a dress like this and expect me not to want to take it off of you, you know.”

“Garreth!” you hissed, smacking his chest as you glanced around to make sure no one had overheard him.

He pulled you back tight to him. “You really are especially gorgeous tonight,” he said in a low voice as his gaze roamed over you.

You could feel your cheeks heat under the fire in his eyes. “I…I think we should d-dance now,” you said, needing a distraction from the starved look in his eyes as they devoured you.

“Oh, um…” he said, suddenly nervous again. “I really only practised the waltz, so…maybe we could wait until they play another of those? I could get us some punch in the meantime.”

He had the most adorable hopeful smile on his face.

“Punch would be perfect,” you said sweetly.

“Done,” he said eagerly before darting off to fetch the drinks.

A blur of robes whirled over to you soon after. Leander had danced Sebastian over to where you stood. The latter’s black robes were a suspiciously similar style to the former’s – except his accents were red. Your fellow Gryffindor was looking exceptionally smug.

“Are my favourite lovebirds back in love?” Leander asked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes narrowed into slits. “For a Gryffindor, you’re a snake, Leander Prewett.”

“I’m so proud,” Sebastian said, placing his hand on Leander’s cheek and gazing at him fondly. Then, he turned to look at you. “When he asked if he could pretend to take you to the ball, I said yes at once, of course.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And what if we hadn’t made up?” you asked them severely. “What would you have done, then?”

Leander’s eyes widened as his smirk fell. He clearly hadn’t considered the idea.

“You two are too hopelessly besotted with each other for that,” Sebastian said easily, waving you off.

Garreth reappeared at your side then. “Here you go, love,” he said, handing you a glass before kissing your cheek.

“Thank you,” you murmured, a fresh blush dusting your cheeks.

“My work here is clearly done,” Leander said haughtily.

“I think you’re right, darling,” Sebastian agreed.

“Care to dance the night away?” Leander asked him, holding out his hand.

Sebastian beamed at him as he took it. “That sounds lovely,” he replied before they sauntered back to the dance floor.

Garreth leaned in to whisper in your ear. “See, that’s how you’re supposed to respond when a man asks you to dance,” he said teasingly.

“Oh, shut up,” you groused, but the words lacked any real bite.

“Never,” he retorted, a mischievous glint in his eye as you turned your head to glare at him.

He laced his fingers with the hand unoccupied by your drink.

“I have something for you,” he said.

You turned to face him. He dropped your hand and pulled a long, narrow box out from his pocket. It was too broad to be a wand but about the right length, and it had a gold ribbon tied carefully around it.

“Merry Christmas, MC,” he said softly.

Garreth traded the box for your drink. He was fidgeting as you examined it in your hands, clearly excited for you to open it. You carefully slipped the ribbon off before taking off the lid. Inside was a vibrant pink feather with a metal pointed tip.

Garreth started speaking before you could even thank him. “It took me a while to get the charms right. I just finished it up this morning, actually. It’s self-inking, so you don’t have to worry about an open inkpot spilling on your assignments. It’s spell-checking, too. That was the tricky part. But I got it sorted out, eventually. Promise.”

He laughed nervously. You were speechless for a moment as you looked up at him, warmth spreading through your chest as your heart squeezed with affection. Garreth bounced on the balls of his feet, the movement threatening to spill the glasses of punch in his hands. His bottom lip was grasped between his teeth, and a few stray curls were falling into his eyes.

You looked back down at the fwooper feather quill. “Garreth, this is so sweet,” you gushed, wondering how you’d managed to be upset with such a sweet man only a few hours ago.

His eyes lit up. “You like it?” he asked hopefully.

“I love it!” you assured him. “I have a gift for you, too, I just…I don’t have it with me.”

You left off adding that it was because you hadn’t expected him to be there. You didn’t want him to think you were still cross.

“All I wanted tonight is your forgiveness, MC,” he said with such earnestness that you worried you might melt right to the floor.

You brushed his hair out of his face. “You have it,” you replied, not wanting him to doubt it for a second. “Do you…do you forgive me, too?”

He ditched his punch on a tray floating nearby. He cupped his newly free hand over your cheek as he leaned in towards you, pressing his lips to yours gently in reassurance. He pulled back far too soon for your liking, though. “Always,” he vowed.

Your heart felt swollen to bursting. “I want to go get your present,” you said more intensely than the words merited as you reverently replaced the lid on the box.

“You don’t have to leave the dance. I know how much you were looking forward to it,” he said with such sweet consideration. You almost winced as you recalled calling him “inconsiderate” the other day. “You can give it to me tomorrow.”

“It should be now, I think,” you stated.

“It’s really not–” he started.

“It’s in the Room of Requirement,” you added, cutting him off. His brows drew together. He could tell you were trying to communicate something, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Bless him, you thought. “You should come.”

A beat later his eyebrows shot up to his curls as realisation struck. You almost laughed when he just replied with a rather serious “yes” before quickly abandoning the other nearly-full punch glass on the tray.

He followed you out of the Great Hall. Once alone in the corridors, you clutched the box to your heart with one hand and laced the other with his. He lagged behind you as you tugged him along.

“Getting cold feet?” you joked, hoping to speed him up a bit.

“Just admiring the view,” he replied cheekily.

You glanced over your shoulder to find him staring down at your bum. He smirked at you when he saw that you’d caught him.

“You’ll have a much better one once you get this dress off me like you promised,” you said in a sultry tone.

In the flickering candlelight of the hallway, you could see Garreth’s eyes darken as he held your gaze. Then, he took off sprinting and called back impatiently, “Come on!”

You giggled as you chased after him. He slowed to a jog to let you catch up. You only paused briefly to take off your heels. When you reached the seventh floor of the Astronomy Tower, he was on you before the entrance had even fully materialised. He held your face in both hands as he kissed you hungrily, backing you into the forming door.

A needy ache started low in your stomach as he nipped at your bottom lip. You’d been without him for too long, stupidly holding a grudge over a simple misunderstanding about…something, surely. You couldn’t remember what now.

Garreth held you to him with a hand behind your back as his other felt blindly for the handle. His hold on you kept you upright as the door gave way behind you. Your heels slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor as he backed you inside, and you tangled your now free hand in the base of his curls as you devoured his lips.

Your back smacked into the wall, and Garreth pressed himself against you. Your legs parted to allow him in closer, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your centre. Your body tried to gasp and moan at the same time as he shifted his attention to your neck whilst his hips ground into yours. It was one of the most needy, pathetic sounds you’d ever made, but it seemed to spur him on even more.

“Fuck, MC,” he groaned into your neck before biting down on the skin where it met your shoulder.

Your legs almost gave out from the delicious sting of it. It hurt, but it brought a wave of pleasure, as well. You loved when Garreth was almost animalistic in his need for you.

Your head lolled to the side, opening up your neck to him further as you used your purchase in his hair to hold him close. You spotted the supply cabinet next to you, and you slipped the box containing your quill onto it before you lost yourself and dropped it.

You then slipped your hand between the two of you to palm the tent straining Garreth’s neatly pressed trousers. He shuddered at your touch and let out a breathy moan in your ear. You stroked your hand up and down the length of him until he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pinned it back against the wall.

“You’re going to ruin me early, you minx,” he growled.

You felt a jolt of excitement at the idea that just touching him over his trousers could have him so worked up. Before you could even contemplate how to get your hand free and back on him, he dropped your wrist in favour of grabbing a handful of your arse. At the same time, his lips rejoined yours in a dizzying kiss. You were pliant in his arms as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

Without breaking your kiss, Garreth rucked up your dress so his hand could slide under the fabric, skating up the outside of your bare thigh. He groaned as he hiked your leg up around him, pulling you even closer. His hips pressed forward into yours, seeking friction, and you gasped against his lips as his shaft pressed firmly at your centre. It put a delightful but maddening pressure on the bundle of nerves there.

“Garreth,” you moaned out. “Please.”

“Please what, love?” he replied breathily. His verdant eyes nearly burnt into you as he looked down at you with such love and earnest. “I’ll give you anything. Just name it.”

You groaned with need as your hips shifted against his, continuing to rub his shaft against your core in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through you. It wasn’t enough, though. “Please,” you repeated, feeling almost drunk with desire. “I need you.”

“Fuck,” Garreth muttered. The desperation in your voice was wearing away whatever self-control he had left – it was never much when it came to you anyway. “As you wish, love.”

His fingers danced over your skin and traced the edge of your knickers at the crease of your thigh. He dipped into them, stroking his long fingers between your folds and making you keen.

“Merlin,” he breathed out. “You’re drenched for me, darling.”

You moaned as the pads of his fingers came up and circled over your clit. Your head fell back against the wall with a dull thud, and you had to grip his shoulders for support as your legs began to tremble.

“You look really good in these dress robes,” you quipped, already panting from his ministrations. He knew your body well, and it never took long for him to work you into a right state.

Garreth smirked at you. “I’ll look even better in you, love.”

As he said the words, his finger slipped inside of you. He quickly found a spot that had a tension coiling low in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Garreth,” you keened. “Oh, gods! That f-feels so good!”

He took a handful of your skirts, pinning them against your stomach to leave your knickers exposed. Garreth dropped to his knees in front of you. You scrambled for new supports as you could no longer reach his shoulders. One hand scraped along the wall behind you while the other tangled into his curls.

“Evanesco,” Garreth said, his breath ghosting over your core. He watched his finger disappearing into you without the obstruction of your knickers. “So gorgeous.”

You could feel your face flushing at the praise. Garreth was quite keen on your intimate parts, and he always made sure you knew it.

He leaned forward and licked at your centre as his finger kept pumping into you. Garreth groaned even louder than you did. “Gods, you taste divine, darling,” he said before licking you again.

He kissed and sucked on your little nub, and you prayed your legs wouldn’t give out altogether. If they did, though, you were confident Garreth would catch you in time.

His tongue flicked over you eagerly, and the coil that had wound in your abdomen threatened to snap.

“Gar, I…I’m….” you tried, but then you couldn’t breathe let alone speak when your muscles tensed as you succumbed to utter euphoria.

You called out his name as waves of pleasure rocked through you, each sensation heightened as Garreth kept licking ravenously at you. You were practically convulsing from the intensity of your high. You might’ve felt embarrassed by your reaction if Garreth hadn’t looked so utterly enamoured with watching you fall apart so unreservedly.

About the same time, a loud crack rang out through the dimly lit room.

Garreth dropped your skirts and his head whipped around, his finger sliding out of you as he turned. You looked up blearily toward the noise, and your pleasure was immediately replaced with a shock of horror.

“Oh, dear!” Deek said, gaping at the two of you in such a compromising position.

Garreth blinked at the elf, whose eyes were wide and cheeks were reddening as he looked at the young wizard’s glistening face. You were too stunned and embarrassed to speak.

With a quick swish of his wand, Garreth calmed the erection that had been straining his outfit. He’d learned the spell early in your relationship, as you had a habit of riling him up at any number of inconvenient times – in class, during meals, before you left on some adventure. Essentially, any time he was around you, he was at risk, and the spell was easier than always donning oversized robes whose sleeves would dip into his cauldron when he tried to brew.

“Professor Weasley asked Deek to check on the students after they disappeared from the ball,” the elf said. He decided it was better to look at his feet than the pair of you. “She also asked Deek to remind Mr. Weasley that a child has not been born out of wedlock to your family in over a century and Mr. Weasley will not be changing that.”

Garreth, who has been furiously wiping off his mouth and chin, flushed crimson at that. “Right,” he said in a stilted tone, shifting nervously on his feet. “Is she expecting a…a report back?”

“Deek will not tell the professor what he, uh…stumbled in on,” the elf assured them. “But the students should return to the ball promptly. Deek does not want to have to come back.”

Another loud crack rang through the room as Deek left.

“Well, that was mortifying,” Garreth said as he rubbed at his temples.

“And you weren’t the one with your bits out,” you quipped as you fought the urge to bury your face in your hands. “At least Deek’s not going to tell your aunt.”

“Merlin, I half expect she’ll know anyway, to be honest,” he replied. He pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known we wouldn’t get away with slinking out of the ball like that.”

You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him, as well. “I was the one who lured you up here,” you pointed out.

“I came quite willingly,” he argued.

You brought your hand down to palm him through his trousers again. “You didn’t come at all, unfortunately.”

Garreth moaned, dropping his forehead onto yours as you stroked him, rapidly undoing the work of his spell.

You bit your bottom lip as you locked eyes with him. “I don’t think we have time for you to make good on your promise to get me out of this dress, but…” You spun in his arms, pressing your arse back against him as you braced your hands against the wall. “I think we could still make it work.”

Garreth groaned. He grabbed your hips, pulling you tight against him. He smoothed one hand over your arse appreciatively before sliding it down to grip low on your skirts. He pulled the fabric up around your waist, so your lower half was completely bare to him. He immediately bent to place a lovebite on the curve of your cheek, while his hands kneaded into both of them. You moaned as his teeth grazed your skin.

“You ready for me, love?” he asked, his lips brushing the mark he’d just left.

“Gods, yes!” you replied eagerly, shifting your hips back a bit further in an attempt to entice him to get on with it already.

Garreth stood up straight again as he undid his trousers. He pulled himself free from the garments and wasted no time in dragging the head of his cock through your soaked slit. He anchored a hand on your hip as he slid into you.

He let out a ragged breath as he bottomed out. “You feel amazing!” he groaned. His other hand gripped your hips, as well, and he began thrusting in and out of you. “You’ve no idea how much I missed you, love!”

You wanted to argue – tell him you were sure you knew exactly how much, because you’d missed him, too – but you could only keen as he rocked you forward with each of his thrusts, filling you completely on every push inside. There was really nothing like it. He felt tailor-made for you.

You were so enraptured that you almost didn’t notice when a mirror appeared on the wall in front of you. You gasped in surprise as you looked up, catching sight of Garreth’s reflection. He winked at you.

“Fuck, I was right,” he panted, causing you to draw your brows together in confusion. “I do look even better inside you.”

You let out a laugh. He was utterly ridiculous, and it only made you love him that much more.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said with a cheeky smile, still pumping into you and also still holding your gaze through the mirror. “You look even better. I mean, gods, look at you! All done up.” He wrapped a hand gently around your throat, letting his thumb stroke up your jaw and across your painted lips. You parted them and sucked his thumb into your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against the pad of it like you would the underside of his cock. Garreth’s eyelids fluttered as he let out a low moan. “And in this dress…” He withdrew his thumb and fisted the same hand into the fabric pooled up near your ribs. “Your arse…” He gave it a squeeze, the tips of his nails just barely digging into your skin. “I fucking love your bloody gorgeous arse!”

His thrusts grew firmer, his hips slapping louder against your cheeks and thighs. You moaned as the force sent shocks of pleasure through you.

“Faster,” you begged, half because you knew it’d take a quicker pace to get him off and half (maybe more) because you wanted him to pound into you until your body held the memory of his cock inside you forever.

Garreth was keen to oblige. His grip on your hips was bruising as he slammed into you at a pace that had you barely able to keep your breath let alone even think about trying to keep up with his movements. All you could do was brace yourself on the wall as he took you.

“Ah, fuck!” Garreth groaned as you clenched hard around him. In the mirror, you could see that his head was thrown back in ecstasy. “So bloody perfect!”

His eyes snapped open, immediately locking with yours as his movements stuttered. He let out a strangled moan as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You could feel the warmth dripping down as his semen started to leak out of you. Rather than pull out, Garreth leaned down over top of you to capture your lips. One arm wrapped around your stomach while the other hand tilted your chin toward him. You were both panting, unable to go without oxygen for long, but the brief kiss expressed the depth of your affections all the same.

“You’re never allowed to be cross with me again,” Garreth joked. “I can’t stand being apart from you for so long.”

You were inclined to vow he never would be as you stared into his bright green eyes, crinkling at the corners as he beamed at you.

“I can’t bear it, either,” you said.

Garreth pressed another chaste kiss to your lips. “I love you, MC. So much.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too. Even more.”

He glared at you playfully. “Those are fighting words, witch.”

Your smile turned into a smirk. “Then I’m lucky I’m a much better duellist.”

Garreth rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny it. Finally, he moved to right himself, sliding out of you before he helped you upright, as well. You both made quick work of making yourselves presentable – smoothing out your clothes, fixing your hair, and ensuring neither of you retained the sweat or musk of your recent activities. Garreth pouted a bit when you conjured new knickers for yourself, as he rather liked the idea of having easy access should you get the opportunity to sneak off again.

Once you were both put together, Garreth started for the door.

“Wait! I haven’t given you your present!” you said, quickly moving to rummage in your cabinet.

He chuckled. “I assumed you were the present.”

You glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow. “That’d be rather selfish of me, wouldn’t it?”

Garreth grinned broadly. “Actually, I considered it quite generous.”

You rolled your eyes, but you did find it rather sweet. “Consider this a stocking stuffer, then,” you said as you handed him a small box.

Garreth opened it to reveal a stack of cardstock. His mouth fell open as he picked up one of the small, rectangular cards to get a closer look.

“I saw the logo in your notes, and I thought it was really good,” you explained. “I figured you’ll need these once we graduate.”

Garreth looked from the card to you and back down again. In golden, embossed lettering were the words Exquisite Elixirs in a large, curly font curved underneath a rendering of a cauldron whose whirls of steam were spiralling upwards off the paper. On the other side, there was a little portrait of Garreth and a description of his company.

He still hadn’t spoken, so you continued, “If you tap it with a wand, it turns into an order form. I know you plan on being able to fill orders by owl.”

He looked up at you again, and his eyes were misty now. He pulled you into a tight hug. “Thank you! These are perfect!”

Ever since he started the process to register the brand, his parents had seemed doubtful. They kept lecturing him on what a “serious business” it was to run a company. His older brother had a friend of his lecture him on the myriad permits and regulations involved in the brewing industry – all things Garreth had already learnt in his research and discussions with Mr. Pippin. His aunt had tried to convince him to take a year or two to apprentice at J. Pippin’s, but Garreth knew he didn’t need it. He’d spent ages at the shop picking the potioneer’s brain. He’d also hounded Sharp with his questions during his office hours – almost no one else went to them, anyway.

The business cards, aside from showing how closely you paid attention, indicated that you actually believed in him. That meant the world to Garreth, especially because he knew you weren’t scared to let him know when you thought an idea of his was foolish. You wouldn’t just go along with things to make him feel good. You truly thought that he could run a successful shop.

He slipped one of the cards into his pocket before tucking the box safely with the rest of his brewing supplies.

The two of you took the floo down to the Great Hall to save time. You slipped back into the ball and immediately noticed Professor Weasley’s scrutinising gaze on you. You resisted the urge to smooth your hair, as it would only incriminate you. Instead, you gave her a polite wave.

She waved back, but you didn’t like the knowing look her smile had. You flushed as you quickly pulled Garreth toward the drink table. You were practically dying of thirst. You ran into Natty and Poppy as Garreth poured you both drinks. They both looked stunning in their gowns. Poppy’s was yellow with cap sleeves and full skirts. Natty’s was a brilliant white with her sleeves to her elbows and a corset nipping in her waist before the flair of her bustle.

“I was glad to hear you and Garreth finally made up,” Natty said, smiling at you as you approached.

“Did Leander already tell you?” you asked.

“Ominis did,” Poppy said.

You raised an eyebrow. “How did Ominis know?”

“I know everything that happens in this castle,” the Slytherin said as he stepped up to Poppy’s side. He handed her a drink before wrapping his arm around her waist.

“So, Leander told you and you told them?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t need to be told anything,” Ominis said arrogantly.

Garreth returned with your drink, and you gave him an appreciative smile.

“I’m quite observant on my own,” Ominis continued. “Which is how I know you two have been up to no good. Couldn’t wait for dinner to find something to eat, Garreth?”

The redhead choked on his punch. “W-what?” he spluttered, wiping his mouth with a serviette a house-elf had promptly provided.

Poppy and Natty went wide-eyed as they caught Ominis’s meaning. Your face was burning. How could he know? Had Deek told?

“Don’t be coy now,” Ominis teased. “It’s quite obvious. I could – ahem – smell her on you when we were getting drinks. I wouldn’t hug your aunt without cleaning up if you don’t want detentions until you graduate.”

Poppy clapped a hang over her mouth to keep from giggling. Natty looked horrified. You and Garreth both gaped at Ominis. You had checked before you left the Room of Requirement. You swore you couldn’t smell anything that would suggest what the two of you had been up to in there. But, then, Ominis often heard things you couldn’t. Maybe it was the same with his sense of smell? At any rate, you were never going to live this down.

“I think they’re playing a waltz,” Garreth said, turning to you. “How about that dance?”

You downed your drink and took hold of his outstretched hand. “That sounds like a great idea,” you replied.

“Leave room for the nargles!” Ominis called after you before snickering with Poppy.

You made it onto the dance floor and were quickly lost in the crowd of swirling couples. You hid your face in Garreth’s chest, but you couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, gods, I think this is officially the most mortifying night of my life,” you said light-heartedly once you’d composed yourself.

Garreth started to spin you as you danced now that you weren’t burying your face in his robes.

“I think we’d best get our own place once we’re out of this castle full of nosy gits,” he said resolutely.

You let out another laugh. “Yeah, living together unwed wouldn’t have people talking at all,” you said sarcastically.

Garreth lifted his hand, and you turned under it before stepping back into his arms. “It would, wouldn’t it?” he said, giving you a knowing smile.

You gave him a questioning look in return.

“I’m not about to propose on – as you put it – ‘the most mortifying night of your life’ if that’s what you’re thinking,” Garreth said severely as he continued to lead you around the dance floor. “But if I were to…?”

“Were to what?” you replied, playing thick, as he dipped you.

“Were to propose, obviously,” Garreth said, exasperated, before pulling you back up. “What would you think of it?”

As you did another turn, you suppressed a smile that threatened to break onto your lips. “Are you, then?” you asked before clarifying, “Proposing?”

“Not yet,” he replied with an easy smile as he stepped forward to take you back in his arms.

“Then I’m not telling,” you stated, a hint of a sly smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Garreth rolled his eyes at you. “You vex me, witch,” he said drily.

“I just know you like surprises,” you replied innocently.

“Good ones,” he clarified.

 “Exactly,” you said, winking at him.

A broad grin spread on his face, and he seemed lost in thought as he stared over your shoulder as the two of you spun slowly around the room.

You snapped him out of it when you said seriously, “This isn’t about that message from your aunt, is it? You haven’t been skipping your potions?”

“No, of course not. I take them every week,” he said. “You?”

“Every month,” you assured him.

“That’s so not fair,” he groused. “Why are the contraceptives for blokes four times as often?”

“We’ll see what’s ‘not fair’ when I’m the one carrying our babies for nine months each,” you retorted.

Garreth smirked at you. He looked insufferably smug.

“What?” you bit out, not seeing the humour in all the hardships that were sure to come with your future pregnancies.

“You said ‘when,’” he pointed out.

“Huh?” you replied, befuddled.

“You said, ‘when I’m the one carrying our babies,’” he said, doing a poor – and rather screechy – imitation of your voice.

You smacked him on the chest. “I do not sound like that,” you groused.

Garreth’s grin grew even wider. He looked utterly chuffed. “But you did say it. ‘When’ and ‘our.’ You want to have my babies.”

“Shut up,” you said tetchily, trying to pull out of his arms so you could go dig a hole to crawl into.

Garreth just held you tighter, laughing at your attempts to wriggle free. “You want to marry me and have my babies, and I’m happy to oblige, love. You just tell me when.”

You froze as you gaped at him. “Did you just–?”

“Officially? No. I’m still not letting you tell our children I proposed on the most mortifying night of your life,” he said seriously.

“There is very little about this night fit to tell any children, let alone our own,” you quipped.

Garreth gave you a lopsided smile. “Yeah,” he said wistfully. “It’s been a good one.”

You shook your head at him. “You’re incorrigible,” you said disapprovingly.

He stared at you like you were as luminous as one of the twinkling lights floating above you. “You’re incredible,” he said fondly before dipping his head to kiss you.

You melted in his arms as Garreth held you tight to his chest.

“Oi! Get a room, you degenerates!” Leander said, bumping Garreth’s shoulder as he twirled by with a sniggering Sebastian.

“That’s not as effective as you might think!” Garreth called back, making you laugh.

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[myrachondria]

It Will Always Be You

(Ominis Gaunt x f!OC, Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

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summary | This short story takes place 10 years after the events of fifth year. Our silver trio + Natty have become aurors and are celebrating their most recent bust of a poacher ring. Ominis has had too much to drink and Sebastian notices something is wrong.

warnings | angst

notes | I decided to give Ominis' nose a little backstory thanks to @cuffmeinblack and @deathlysallows post 🫶🏻

word count | 1K

Ten years had flown by since the dramatic events of their fifth year. Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, and MC had all become skilled aurors, working together as a tight-knit team. Their unwavering determination had led them on a year-long pursuit of a notorious poacher ring, tirelessly following their every lead. Finally, the breakthrough they had been waiting for arrived, and they successfully apprehended the criminals responsible. The joy of their triumph was palpable as they gathered at The Three Broomsticks, a popular establishment buzzing with the presence of their fellow colleagues and old Hogwarts friends. Laughter and merriment filled the air, breathing life into the cozy inn.

Sebastian's excitement was so overwhelming that not even Leander, could dampen his spirits. Bursting with excitement, he raised his voice above the cheerful din, declaring, "Another round of Firewhiskey, my treat!" The exclamation earned him a resounding cheer from the jubilant crowd. Turning his attention to his beloved wife, MC, he gently cupped her face in his hands, his eyes gleaming with pride and contentment. Planting a tender kiss on her lips, he conveyed his ecstasy at the success of their operation.

Yet, amidst the revelry, Sebastian's keen observance noted an absence within their circle. His gaze wandered until it settled on Ominis, seated in a dim corner of the room, his grasp tightly around a glass of Firewhiskey. Something was unmistakably amiss. Ominis, unlike the rest, wore a somber expression, his head resting wearily on the table. The glow of celebration eluded him, casting a shadow over his spirit.

"I'll be right back," Sebastian whispered to MC, who nodded and continued her lively conversation with Natty and Poppy. Determined, he approached Ominis, who, alert to his presence, hurriedly wiped his face before Sebastian reached him. The telltale signs of redness in Ominis' eyes and nose didn't escape Sebastian's notice. Pressing gently, he encouraged Ominis to share his burden.

With a heavy heart, Ominis finally let his guard down and revealed his innermost turmoil. "There's only ever been one girl I truly loved," he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. "It happened when we were so young, that summer before our fifth year. My family owned a summer house just south of Bulgaria, and her family lived nearby. We spent every single day together, talking about our dreams, our future after school, and even sharing our favorite books. She was a kind and gentle soul, and I eagerly looked forward to each moment we spent together."

Pausing briefly, Ominis recounted a poignant memory. "One evening, as we lay on the grass and conversed, she painted a vivid picture of the stars for me. We were tired, and our exhaustion overtook us, causing us to drift into slumber on the ground. The next morning, her father discovered us and unjustly accused me of taking advantage of her. It didn't matter that we were just fifteen, our minds innocent and untainted by such thoughts. We had only ever held hands, and once she allowed me to touch her face, simply so I could memorize her features.

As Ominis shared his heartbreaking tale, the weight of his words hung in the air, creating a somber atmosphere. "When her father discovered what had happened, he immediately informed her older brother," Ominis explained, his voice tinged with pain. "He confronted me and delivered a brutal blow to my nose, breaking it. He wouldn't even listen to my side of the story. The incident caused a massive rift within her family, nearly tearing them apart."

Ominis paused, his voice trembling slightly as he sniffled and cleared his throat. "Her father was livid, particularly because he had already arranged her marriage to someone else, the son of a family friend. This suitor was a few years older than us. Her father made it clear that he would never allow his precious daughter to be wed to a vulnerable, blind weakling like me." Ominis's voice wavered as he recounted the painful memory.

"It wasn't an unreasonable statement, I suppose," Ominis continued, his eyes closing briefly. "But at the time, I was only fifteen, while the chosen suitor was eighteen. We dueled, and as you can guess, he easily overpowered me. I was beaten so severely that I had to spend a week recovering in St. Mungo's. It was a brutal experience. The last thing I heard before being taken away was her tearful cries. I had shattered her heart. She was so profoundly sad…

"It was over, but I refused to accept it. Throughout our fifth year, I vowed that the following summer, I would return and set things right. I would become her prince, and she, my princess."

His voice grew tremulous, revealing the depth of his emotions. "She was extraordinary—brilliant and breathtakingly beautiful. She could speak numerous languages, and together we would recline in the fields as she read enchanting stories to me. Her presence radiated warmth, endearing her to everyone around her. And yet... because of me, she cried. Because of me, she retreated from the world, withdrawing from the company of others." Ominis' voice cracked, tears threatening to spill anew, and Sebastian couldn't help but reach out, enveloping Ominis in a comforting embrace.

Sebastian reached across and enveloped Ominis in a tight, comforting embrace, offering solace in his presence. Ominis clung to Sebastian, returning the embrace with a trembling grip, struggling to continue his narrative. With a heavy sigh, he mustered the strength to speak. "I hope she's alright. I hope she's found some semblance of happiness," he whispered, his eyes glistening with moisture once more. "I know it's selfish, but deep down, a part of me hopes she never went through with that marriage. Against all odds, I hope she's still waiting for me... I realize it's an unrealistic desire," he confessed, wiping away his tear-streaked face.

Once again, Ominis covered his face with his hands, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Sebastian watched him intently for a few moments before breaking the silence. "What was her name?" he asked softly.

Ominis lowered his hands, taken aback by the unexpected question. "W-what?" he stuttered, his voice trembling.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with determination. "Let's go find her," he declared, offering a glimmer of hope to Ominis in his darkest hour.

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[ellivenollivander]

Hi, can I request a cutesy fluffy sweet fic where MC and Leander recently moved in together and it's his birthday, and MC gets him a pet because she knows he always wanted one?

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sending me a Leander fic request, and one so adorable. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and my favorite boy absolutely finally deserves a pet. Side note: I originally read this ask when it was first sent to me and uhhh started writing before rereading it. So, Leander did get a surprise pet... But I forgot the birthday part, lol. I'm so sorry. I hope you love it regardless :) Rating: 18+ (Insinuations, as per usual) Word Count: 4,636 Warnings: Aged Up Characters (Takes place the summer after they graduate Hogwarts.)

A Suitable Home

“You’re deranged! Three galleons for hemlock?” 

MC’s voice was shrill, and knew that her tone was positively unnecessary as she spoke to the disgruntled apothecary clerk. In her feeble defense, it had been a long week, and an even longer month. Between Auror training, settling into the new home that she now shared with her long-term boyfriend, and having spent the morning on the brink of death from a doxy bite, her nerves were being run dangerously thin. 

She desperately wished to be back in the comfort and privacy of her own home, in bed with her equally exhausted boyfriend. As she stood and listened to the clerk's explanation of how his usual herb vendor had been called overseas to deal with a family emergency, he had to seek inventory elsewhere and no longer had the fixed rates of his vendor agreement. 

MC heaved a heavy sigh, miserably missing the Hogwarts greenhouses, and dropped the coins onto the table with a saccharine smile as she turned to leave. 

When she stepped out into the sunshine of Diagon Alley, the jar of herbs tucked safely into her satchel, She let herself take a deep breath and relax. Deciding to take her time meandering down the cobblestone streets on her way back home. 

The alley was quite nearly empty, at midday on a weekday, and MC had only a few blissful moments to enjoy the quiet summer day when the relaxation soon faded, as her mind drifted back to her dreadfully eventful morning. 

It had started pleasantly enough, her eyes fluttering open to the feeling of Leander tugging her close, his hands and mouth searching for the sort of intimacy they were quickly becoming quite fond of  in their newfound freedom of young adulthood. 

Though that had lasted mere seconds, no sooner had he slipped the chemise from her body when she had let out a yelp of surprise, from a sharp stinging pain on the exposed skin of her thigh. Leander had been quick to action, tossing back the patchwork quilt just in time to catch a glimpse of the minute form of a doxy, flitting away from the fabric.

He had managed to stun it, before it had reached its nest in the curtains of their yet to be utilized spare room. The venom had worked quickly, leaving MC pale and gasping for air in their shared bed with her throat swelling shut. Despite the relentless teasing MC gave her boyfriend for his penchant for preparedness, she had been grateful for it in the moment when he slipped from the bed to fetch her a readied antidote from his potions cabinet.  When her breathing returned to normal, with her airway cleared she had relaxed back into the bed, tilting her head to face Leander who had been resting his own head on his elbow, eyeing her carefully. She gave him a sheepish, apologetic smile. 

“Sort of killed the mood, huh?” 

Leander had grumbled his agreement with a small smile, and a quick kiss to her lips before he removed himself from the bed once more, with an extended hand to his girlfriend. 

“Least you’re not dead. Now come on, if there’s one, there’s many. We’ve got to clear them out.” 

Her groans of reluctance had fallen on unsympathetic ears, and she was hauled from the bed, clothes thrust into her arms. 

MC had found this little house, just outside of London, advertised in The Daily Prophet. She had thought she and Leander had struck gold, it had been ideal for their situation. Close to the ministry, within their budget and not a flat above a busy shop in Diagon Alley. All of their boxes had been ticked.  Leander had wanted to wait, see it in person, and ask questions. MC had convinced him they had to jump at the opportunity, or risk losing it entirely. She regretted that particularly convincing conversation the minute they had opened the front gate that very first time, a week after graduating from Hogwarts. Her mind immediately recollecting the fine print beneath the advertisement. Could use a bit of work.

A dreadful understatement.

The unkept garden had been overrun with gnomes, the house had been filled with dilapidated furniture covered in dust and cobwebs, and it had taken them little time to discover the infestation of bundimuns in the floorboards. 

MC had apologized countless times since that moment, when the couple had to spend most of their free time and limited income on making their new home, well, livable. Though Leander had always been gracious and kind, never bitter, assuring her that it was alright. 

She had apologized again, as they stood in the dusty spare room that morning, listening to the telling buzz of doxies in the curtains, her heart still pounding from her brush with death. 

Leander had let out a puff of air, his eyes closing in frustration for just a moment before he had slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and grazing his lips against her temple. The contact steadying her racing heart. 

“S’Alright, MC. Just have to brew up some doxycide.”

Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, MC knew her boyfriend wasn’t thrilled about having to brew yet another concoction to fix yet another problem in the home she had convinced him to sign a lease for, before he could even brew his morning tea. She didn’t deserve his calm and collected forgiveness, and he didn’t deserve to have to live in and fix a home that seemed to be causing more problems than it was worth, because of her lack of patience. 

His resolve had snapped a bit, when he realized his potions cupboard was empty of Hemlock, a necessary ingredient in the brew for doxycide, slamming the cupboard doors closed, his eyes once again, shut tight in frustration. MC had characteristically jumped at the opportunity to head into Diagon Alley to fetch it for him, a small apologetic offering. 

Now, she had been so lost in her guilt-ridden recollection of their morning that she nearly tripped over a puffskein that had bounced its way into her path. She barely had time to apologize to the fluffy, curious little thing before it had been lifted into the air, and pulled back towards the shop MC found herself in front of.

The kindly shopkeeper of the Magical Menagerie called out an apology for the creature’s antics, and MC waved him off, taking a few steps closer to the shop. The man was attempting to wrangle the puffskein back into a large cage that seemed to be terribly full of the brightly colored beasts, narrowly dodging its tongue as he worked. 

“No harm done… That’s quite the poffle you got.” She gave him a genuine smile as she bent down to take a closer look at the cage full of fur, the soft sounds of their happy hums keeping the smile on her own face and dissipating the foul mood she was in. “Do you often carry so many at a time?” She questioned the shopkeeper, trying to remember the other, many moments she had spent in and around Mr. Dovetails shop. 

Mr. Dovetail cleared his throat, clarifying the reason his inventory of puffskeins was so large, and MC listened intently, her hand slipping through the bars of the cage to caress the soft fur of the same rowdy puffskein that had attempted to trip her up moments before.

“Most of them were surrendered to me by some young lad whose mother had apparently been keeping a hoard of the beasts in her flat, he didn’t know what else to do with them. Felt a bit bad for the kid so I took them off his hands, trying to find them a more suitable home now.” 

MC hummed thoughtfully, her fingers still wrapped in the fur of the puffskein. A thought already forming in her brain, memories of she and Leander spending most of their free time at school in the paddocks of the beasts classroom bringing a wider smile to her face. 

“Well, that was kind of you, Mr. Dovetail. Do you think you will? Find suitable homes for them all?” 

She tilted her head back up to properly address the man standing above her, who was wiping his hands with a rag, a bowl of beast feed being filled on its own in the air just behind his head. She rested her free hand against her brow, shielding herself from the summer sun. 

“Hope to. It’s a bad time of year for puffskeins. Children are heading off to Hogwarts, parents don’t want to be responsible for their pet whilst they’re away. Hoping by putting them on sale it will coax them into spending the coin.”

The thought of the creature being on sale only encourages the train of thought MC was already headed down, having lost count long ago how many times Leander had told her how desperately he wanted a pet of his own. When he would let a kneazle crawl into his lap as he sat in the dirt of their paddock, his hand stroking its back, or how he had told her that he once found a puffskein when he was a child, and his mum would not let him keep it. 

MC chews her bottom lip, before making the decision herself, standing and facing Mr. Dovetail. Her fingers popping open her coin purse with a smile.

“How much?” 

~*~

Once home, MC managed to safely and secretly deposit the puffskein into the garden shed, planning to keep it there until she was ready to reveal the newest member of her and Leanders little family once the doxy situation had been taken care of. Before she had shut the door, she smiled softly as the spherical beast immediately occupied itself with the plethora of spiders that had made the shed their home. 

It was taking all of MC’s resolve to not spill the secret that currently resided in their garden shed. She had almost let it slip, when she could not wipe the seemingly maniacal grin from her face as they had sprayed the doxycide onto the pests in their curtains. 

Leander had quirked a concerned eyebrow at her, badgering her with questions and accusations about the level of pleasure she was taking in ridding their home of the unwelcome visitors. She had managed to shake it off, explaining it away with how happy her tentaculas would be with the feast that would be bestowed upon them when they were finished. 

Now, with the situation taken care of and they finished sweeping up the remnants of their infestation into a large compost bin she could barely contain it. Her eyes wandering out the window and to the shed, hoping the puffskein that had managed to escape its holding once, to try and trip her up, wouldn’t be able to do so again. 

“Suppose it would be a bit improper to have a drink at this hour on a Tuesday, hm?” His voice was tight, as Leander stretched out his body, shaking away the stress of their day thus far, thankfully oblivious to MC’s gaze. When his head fell back into an upright position, from where he had been stretching out his neck, his gaze fell onto MC, his own mischievous grin appearing on his face. He pulled her close, to whisper seductively into her ear. “Or… we could finish what we started this morning…” 

He trailed off, moving his lips to her neck, finding that sensitive spot that made her weak in the knees. It took all of her resolve to fight the heat coiling inside, and she let out a soft and involuntary whimper, at his hands squeezing her waist, his fingers sliding against the bare skin beneath her shirt. 

MC thought quickly of an excuse, a brush with death would justify a decreased libido, surely. When she voiced it, her boyfriend chuckled softly in her ear, his lips pressing one last kiss to her shoulder before he straightened himself up, having had to bend over to nuzzle into her neck properly. 

“Oh…Yes, that. Can’t believe you went and tried dying on me. Leaving me to live in this shithole all alone.” She scoffed, playfully, shoving his chest while he continued to laugh at her near demise. “You should be grateful you have such an intelligent boyfriend who is so quick to act.” He continued to tease her, bringing up his years of experience in keeping his reckless and impulsive girlfriend alive. 

She was just as quick to defend herself with the fact that this time was not at all her fault, and she was indeed a victim to the pest that had invaded their bed. MC lost her train of thought in their playful banter, and she barely noticed when Leander picked up the compost bin and began to head for the back door to bring it back out to the garden shed.

MC nearly toppled over as she scrambled to stop him from continuing outdoors, she grabbed the compost bin from his hands, ignoring the confusion crossing his face, trying to explain it away with her desire to be helpful. 

“You brewed the doxycide, just let me take care of this.” She barely made it a step before he was pulling her back inside, his arm reaching around her to pull the back door closed again. When she turned back around to question him, he was standing with his arms crossed, staring at her with eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

“Alright, tell me what you’re hiding.” 

MC sputtered, her hands still wrapped around the handles of the compost bin searching for words, an explanation. She should have known her annoyingly perceptive boyfriend would catch on to her behavior, he knew her too well, and was the only person in the world who could read her tiniest of cues. He was mildly amused by her awkward attempts to deny that she was hiding something. When nothing coherent ever came of her useless sputtering, he quirked an eyebrow in expectation.

“Come on, out with it. Did you blow something up? Kill off my cabbages?” 

She rolled her eyes, and conceded to his interrogation, her shoulders slumping as she set the compost bin down on the floor with a heavy sigh. “You’re real annoying, you know that? Impossible to get anything past you, Prewett.”

Leander chuckled again at the defeated tone of her disgruntlement, poking her shoulder gently to coax her into talking, into revealing what she was hiding. MC wouldn’t cave so easily, and she poked him back. 

“Maybe it’s none of your business.” 

“Clearly it is my business, as there is obviously something in the garden shed you don’t want me seeing. You practically knocked yourself over trying to stop me from heading out to it.” Leander returned her eye roll, his grin faltering just a bit when she didn’t cave. He let his arms fall from where he still had them crossed against his chest. He curled his hands over her shoulders, trying to get her to look at him, attempting to get a read on her. “Come on, MC. You’re killing me here. How bad is it? Just another run of the mill inconvenience that seems to be our lives or write to my parents begging for galleons?”

MC felt a bit guilty that her behavior in trying to keep his surprise, a surprise had triggered her boyfriend's anxiety. She pulls his hands from her shoulders to take them in her own, exhaling softly and giving them a reassuring squeeze. 

“Perhaps one day a minor inconvenience, but it’s a surprise. A happy one, I hope.” 

Leanders face seems to relax a bit, trusting the look of sincerity in his girlfriend's eyes, before furrowing in confusion once more. 

“Alright… Well, what is it? Are you going to tell me now? Or show me?” 

MC brightens considerably, feeling much lighter now that she doesn’t have to dampen her own excitement. She gives him a wide smile before pushing him towards their small living room, giggles following him all the way. 

“Go, I’ll bring it to you. But no peeking, or I’ll return it. Don’t test me.” 

Leander does as he’s told with a laugh, unable to help the excitement growing in his chest, wondering what the surprise could possibly be after a day like today, after the month that they have had. Curiously considering when she could have possibly found the time to come up with a surprise just for him. He sits himself on the couch, and when MC doesn’t move from the room, and instead is still staring down at him expectantly, he groans. “Oh, Come on. Really? I have to close my eyes?” She giggles, nodding excitedly as she stands in the archway that separates the living room from the rest of the house. Leander obeys, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face into his hands. MC takes a moment to confirm he is doing as he’s told before making her way back to the backdoor of the garden, laughing when she hears the muffled sound of her boyfriend's voice, letting her know that she’s lucky she’s adorable. 

Collecting the puffskein from the garden shed proved to be less easy than expected. The little thing apparently had its fill of the spiders in the shed, and was now snoozing away in a pile of burlap sacks in a warm patch of sunlight. MC found the sight heartachingly sweet, and half considered leaving it to its nap. She decided on a compromise, and wrapped the sleeping creature in one of the sacks, being exceedingly careful to not wake it. 

As she crossed the garden, back towards the house to reveal the little bundle to her boyfriend, She found herself unable to resist resting her face into its soft, warm fur, its sleepy sounds a sort of siren, calling her forth to give it a good cuddle. 

MC paused in the doorway before moving further into the house, calling out to ensure her boyfriend was keeping his eyes dutifully shut tight. When he confirmed that he was being a good boy, MC laughed out loud, the sound and the shaking of her chest causing the puffskein in her arms to stir. She whispered a quick apology, before rounding the corner and back into the living room to stand in front of Leander, who was indeed still holding his hands over his eyes. 

“Alright, hold out your arms, but don’t open your eyes yet.” 

The curiosity and excitement he felt about the surprise overrode Leanders desire to tease his girlfriend, and he held out his arms. His mind was completely empty of any conceivable notion of what it could be that MC was being so incredibly secretive about. MC watched as his face fell into confusion at the weight of the bundle placed in his arms, and she had to resist the urge to bend down and kiss the wrinkles forming between his brows. 

Just as she was about to give him the all clear to open his eyes, the spherical bundle of fur and burlap came to life, the puffskein immediately freeing itself from the fabric it had been wrapped in. Leanders eyes shot open at the motion, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight before him. A puffskein, bouncing around his legs.

It had taken a moment for the puffskein and Leander to really take notice of one another, one of them being in a state of shock at the ball of fur in his home and the other very curious about its new surroundings. MC watched as Leanders mouth opened and closed, his gaze not leaving the creature whilst it bounced around the small room. 

“What… How did you… Is it… ours?” 

MC stood still, beaming down at her boyfriend before giving him a happy nod of confirmation.  “Got it, well her, for you mostly.” She paused, recalling Mr. Dovetails report on the puffskein. Young, less than two years old, and female. She continued on, her voice still soft and a bit nervous that her boyfriend may be upset at the prospect of the added responsibility a pet would put on their lives. “As a sort of thank you… and an apology for putting up with me and this damn house that seems to have a new problem every time we turn around.”  

Leander swallowed, his throat thick with emotion as he slid from the couch and to his knees on the floor. His voice soft and strained as he coaxed the puffskein closer to him. The fluffy beast paused its bouncing on the ratty old armchair that the couple had managed to salvage in the house, to stare at Leander as the wizard tried to draw its attention to him and his open arms. 

MC had another moment of panic, thinking it would have been just her luck to bring home a puffskein that would hate the man she had brought it home for. The fear dissipated as quickly as it came, when it launched itself from the armchair and bounced happily right into Leanders waiting embrace. Her heart stopped once more, ready to burst when the love of her life immediately buried his face into the fur of his new pet. 

She let the two of them have their first moments together, watching as the puffskein didn’t seem to mind what looked to be a crushing hug from her new master. A minute passed, and MC was about ready to interrupt the precious moment happening before her, when she noticed her boyfriend's trembling shoulders. 

Just as MC began to speak, she lost all coherent thoughts on what she could possibly say. Absolutely dreading interrupting the scene before her. It was clear to her that her boyfriend was crying, and it was something she had experienced so few times before, being one of the few who had ever even been witness to his tough exterior crumbling. It had left her reeling each time, unprepared and without a thought on how to traverse the situation, and this moment was no different. 

She steeled herself, fighting the swell of emotion growing inside of her at the visceral reaction of her partner, from her impulsive gift. She cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. 

“Lee… I…” She lost it as soon as it came, but it had been enough to tear Leanders attention away from the beast in his arms. His face was red and teary eyed as he tilted it back up to meet her gaze. He stood quickly, being careful to not toss his puffskein and wrapped her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and burying his face into her neck, now wet with his tears.

“Thank you. Thank you, I know I…I just… I have wanted this for so long. You have no ide-... You have no idea how long I have wanted this. A pet, a companion of my own. I love you.” 

MC didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck, holding him just as tight as he held her, locked in an embrace as their newest family member bounced around their legs. She could feel tears of her own pricking her eyes, at Leanders words and his contagious emotion.  When they finally pulled themselves from one another, she held his face in her hands, wiping the few stray tears still running down his face with a gentle caress of her thumbs, still standing on her tiptoes. 

“So, you’re happy? These are happy tears, yes?” 

Leander sniffed, rolling his wet eyes before wiping them with the back of his sleeve and kissing her forehead.

“Merlin, yes, of course, MC. I am incredibly happy, and absolutely stunned. Thank you.” 

His lips found hers, his hands tangling themselves into her hair. It lasted only a moment before his attention was drawn right back to his pet, still bouncing excitedly around where the couple stood in the center of their living room.

MC stepped back as Leander scooped her up and back into his arms, burying his face right back into her, now quite damp, fur. MC stroked whatever fur she could reach around her boyfriend's head, a smile growing on her face as she absorbed the moment of the three of them standing together, her heart threatening to flutter right out of her chest.

“Any name ideas for the little lass?” 

Leander pulled his head back, but continued resting his chin on the furball in his arms, as he hummed thoughtfully, before a sheepish grin crept onto his now flushed face.

“Well… I may have a few thoughts… I’ve sort of… had a list of pet names.. For a while.” MC giggled softly, kindly as she continued petting the puffskein, she gave Leander an expectant look, curious to know which name of his undoubtedly long list of names he believed suited their little puffball the best. 

“Um… How about, Mimsy?” 

MC beamed at the name, cooing it softly to the officially named creature, who showed her approval by swiping her tongue at her face, causing MC to squeal in surprise, jumping back to hold a protective hand over her nose. Leander chuckled at the interaction, pressing a kiss to Mimsy’s head, before repeating the affection to MC’s nose. 

MC rolled her eyes as her boyfriend immediately went back to snuggling Mimsy.

“I see how it’s going to work from now on. I’m second rate to your damn furball now, huh?” 

Leander gave her a mischievous grin, from where his chin lay on the happily humming Mimsy.

“Least you know it.” 

~*~ 

It had not taken long to settle into a new routine of a family of three, the excitement of having the bouncing Mimsy a welcome joy to their once sad and stressful home. 

Mimsy had taken to following Leander everywhere and the tall and gangly man was remarkably quick at adjusting his gait to accommodate the new puffskein underfoot. The attachment the beast had to the man was bordering on unhealthy, the couple having to take things so far as to having to leave the house separately in the mornings to avoid an escapee desperate to follow her master. MC would have to distract Mimsy with her favorite treat, muggle dog biscuits, while Leander slipped out the back door. 

They were both grateful for the added pest control, Mimsy being all too happy to rid their home of spiders and any other creepy crawly thing that dared enter their old house. Leander no longer had to hear his girlfriend's dramatic cries for assistance when a millipede found its way across her toes while she was cooking dinner. 

Their intimate moments were often interrupted by the sudden appearance of the ball of fur on their bed, and Leander would have to reluctantly extricate himself from his lover's body to toss the puffskein back out into the hall, on the other side of their now locked bedroom door. Of course, Leander would not hear of simply locking the door every night before bed, the wizard already much too attached to the second pillow Mimsy now offered him. 

Overall, Leander had been the happiest he had ever been with his added companion, who loved him just as much as MC; Who despite her complaints about the fur and the hassle and the dramatic claims of lack of attention she now received from her boyfriend…He would often find her curled up with Mimsy, talking to the puffskein like a small child. 

Now, everything felt right and good in their little house that would probably forever need more work, and the couple finally felt like they were settling into their new life in love, having found their missing piece. 

#leander prewett #leander prewett x f!mc #leander prewett x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #he has my whole heart he is my baby boy #spoiler alert he cries

[jecksaa]

He Tried His Best

Idea: This is purely because @slytherizz disrespected me earlier today. So I wrote Leander smut just for her! But i hope you all enjoy this, along with the misery she will feel! Pairing: Leander Prewett x F!MC (Saoirse Ryan - see what I did there) Word: 2.1k Tags: Quidditch Match, It has Smut... I'm not spoiling it, SHE HAS TO READ IT TO FIND OUT! A/N: If we friends, and you disrespect me, you get smut writing for you with your least favourite character. So I hope lessons were learnt today. AND PLEASE MDNI - 18+ ONLY

As Leander got changed into his Quidditch uniform, his hands begun to shake. The nerves becoming overwhelming. No one was sure how Gryffindor managed to pull themselves out of a losing streak and make it to the Final. But here he was. Taking a breath to steady himself, of course they were up against the best team in the school, Slytherin. Imelda made sure her team was top notch, drills daily, she was relentless. And if Leander was honest with himself, he was a bit scared. “Come on, Mate. Time to kick some snake butt!” Garreth clapped him on the back, startling him slightly. “Yeah, right.” Leander grabbed his broom and followed his team mates out of the locker room. They all stood on the pitch, brooms in hand, awaiting orders from Kogawa to take flight. Leander looked over the Slytherin team, Imelda had been captain since Quidditch was reinstated at the start of their six year. She was able to recruit Sebastian for his build, he had only become bigger since training with the strict Slytherin, a terrifying beater for sure. But there was only one person on the team he was truly afraid of, Saoirse Ryan, the new fifth year. Now a seventh year, she was lively, loved getting into arguments, and gods was she the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs framed her face so nicely. Her eyes always looked like the start of a sunset; a tinge of orange flickered around the lightest brown he’d ever seen. Those eyes had been burning a hole into him since they stepped onto the pitch. It was known that she hated him, but he couldn’t help but like her. *whistle blow*

Kogawa altering the two teams to get into position, the atmosphere was heavy, the crowd was loud. Both sides chanting for their houses, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw picking sides and joining in the fun. Gryffindor had been labelled the underdogs this year, Leander wanted to do his best this game, even if they didn’t win. He didn’t want to regret not going all out on his last game ever. He took his spot as Keeper, he scanned the sky, Garreth was on his left, Sebastian was opposing Garreth, he said a small prayer for his teammate. His eyes found Saoirse, the fastest chaser this school had to offer. *siren sound* He watched as everyone took off, becoming a blur. He needed to stay focused, eyes on the chasers. The first couple of Quaffle’s had been easy to stop, ramping up over time as everyone settled into their rhythm. Swaying back and forth on his broom, watching as his teammates fought tooth and nail to stop the Slytherin chasers from getting through, and there she was, Saoirse. She was wicked fast on a broom, Imelda made sure of that. The way she pulled her broom up slightly told Leander she was going for a curve throw; he was thankful that he had watched her closely enough to figure out her tells. Dipping to the right, catching the Quaffle and stopping the 10 points that would have brought them to a draw. He could hear half the crowd cheer for him, it felt nice. It was a close game, 130 points to 140 points, Gryffindors way and it was so close to being over. Everyone was beginning to grow tired, arms sore, and Leander’s chest hurt a bit more than he had expected from using himself as a shield. He could see Imelda and Nellie racing for the snitch, Northcott protecting Brattleby as he scored against Slytherin. Leander just had to hold out a bit longer, stopping another shot taken by Flint. Come on, they were so close.

The sound of Garreth getting hit by a bludger drew his attention away for two seconds longer than it should have, Saoirse seizing her opportunity to take a shot that would finally go through. Leander’s eyes snapping to the Quaffle, diving for the ball. Catching it with his right arm, the momentum throwing him into the goal post. The pain radiated through his body as his ribs connected, taking the wind out of him. “IMELDA REYES HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH, SLYTHERIN HAVE WON.” Kogawa’s voice resonated around the pitch. A flock of green rushed to Imelda, a well-deserved celebration. The Gryffindor players made their way off the pitch, defeated, tired, and sore. Gods, Leander wandered if he had cracked a rib or two. The locker room was quiet, everyone feeling a bit solemn. Leander sunk himself to the bench, hoping the pain would subside before he took to the showers. Getting lost in his own thoughts, he could have played better, but overall, they still would have lost. Pulling his jersey up, his ribs had begun to bruise, traveling towards his back. “Shit Lee, that looks rough.” Garreth said as he dried off his hair “Here, take this.” He passed him a vial full of green liquid. Leander took the potion “Thanks, Gaz.” Downing the contents, feeling the pain subside slightly. He would need to make a visit to Nurse Blainey after a hot shower. His teammates left one by one until it was just Leander left, the pain finally easing he shed his jersey, last time he would wear it. Turning the tap, the water hit the tiled ground. Leander occasionally sticking his hand in to check the temperature. Discarding his pants, he practically threw himself under the water. The scolding relief washing over him, sweat and dirt washed away instantly. The scorching feeling taking away from the throbbing pain that lingered in his ribs. “Leander, you still in here?” A familiar voice called out for him. “Saoirse?” “Yeah.” Her voice grew closer. “What are you doing in here?” Leander questioned. “Garreth said you were still in here.” Why did it sound like she was on the other side of the shower curtain. “That doesn’t answer my question.” His voice filled with concern. “You hit the post pretty hard, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Saoirse sounded concerned, if only he could see her face. “I’m okay, Gaz gave me one of his wiggenweld potions. Feeling gre-“ Leander winced at the pain that shot through his side, cursing himself for talking with his hands so enthusiastically. His hand grabbed for the pain, hunching slightly. The sound of metal clinking on metal quickly filled his ears, eyes darting to the now opened curtain, blown wide at the sight of Saoirse standing there with a panicked expression. “Are you okay?” She asked. “I-uh…” Leander was unable to string two words together, quickly covering his exposed manhood. Saoirse’s cheeks flushed a similar shade to his uniform, he had never seen her like this. She truly was the most beautiful witch he had ever seen. Her eyes ran over his body, he had never felt more self-conscious before this moment. He could feel himself harden as her gaze ran lower, he was frozen. Her tongue wet her lips gently, parting them slightly. “I have another...ah... potion… if you need it?” The same gaze flickering back to the still prominent bruise on his side. Her hand held the potion towards him. “Umm… can you look the other way…” Leander felt the heat bloom over his entire body. “Of course.” Turning to face away, hand still held out. Leander sheepishly took the vial and quickly downed it before handing it back. “Thank you.” He could already feel the pain fading. She was still standing there, within reach. “Do you need anything else?” He couldn’t wrap his head around why she was still here.

Turning back to face him, cheeks still flushed. “I don’t, but I think you do.” Flashing him a wink, followed by a smirk. Kicking off her shoes, she took a step into the cubical, Leander instinctively stepped back. His back pressed into the cold tiles, unable to escape. Another step closer, Leander threw his hands up in protest. His erection now free from his grasp, eyes shut tight. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked. There was no response, it felt like an eternity of silence. He wandered if she had left, seen his naked body and ran for the hills. He blinked his eyes open slowly, the water running down in front of him, his vision slight obscured. But she was still standing there, her socks soaked through. Her Quidditch uniform slightly damp from the splash back. Her eyes were dark, like they had found her prey. Her lip was pulled between her teeth, biting down gently. Saoirse’s hand reached for the still outstretch arms, pulling him towards her. Stumbling forward, his hands landing on her to catch himself. Her arms extended around Leander’s neck, pushing herself up on her tippy toes. She pulled him to meet her lips, capturing him in a kiss. Her lips felt so soft against his, her fingers scratched at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Leander’s hands gripped at her hips. This felt like a dream, maybe he hit his head instead and he was currently unconscious. If that was the case, he never wanted to wake up again. Her hand trailed down his side, slightly grabbing at the bruise that was still present. Leander winced at the pain, oh… this wasn’t a dream. Saoirse’s fingers danced over his chest, gradually pushing him backwards, breaking the kiss apart. The tiles felt cold against his skin once more, the water drenching her entirely. Her hand pushed the shower head upwards, Leander’s eyes dragged over how the wet uniform clung to her form. Whimpering quietly at the sight, fingernails trailing down his chest, over his abdomen, he could feel his muscles tighten at the touch.

He watched her sink to her knees, running her tongue over her lips as she grasped his length between her hands. He had imagined this scene so many times before, how she would look, feel. Fuck, this was better than anything he could ever conjure himself. Her tongue run up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip as she slightly pulled away. Whimpering louder this time. She was peering up at him, watching his reaction. Her eyes looked like a storm was building at the end of October, that orange glint that danced with the foliage changing between seasons. “F-uck…” Leander’s hands flew to her hair as she took him in her mouth. Completely wrapped around him, her head began to bob ever so gently, swirling her tongue around his leaking tip. One hand slowly jerked his length, the other gripped his thigh, supporting herself. Gods, the sounds she was making made his head spin, humming against his skin. His hands tightened in her hair, sliding between where her ponytail started. Leander pushed slightly, his length dipped deeper into her mouth, she didn’t seem to mind. His head fell back against the tiled wall, desperate moans echoed in the bathroom. He hoped no one came back looking for him. Please, he needed this. Saoirse’s pace picked up, cheeks hollowing as she sucked at him harder. Leander’s hips bucked against her, hands holding her head in place. Her moans vibrated around his length, thrusting deeper, grazing the back of her throat. Her nails dug into his thigh; his groans grew louder. The build up of his release was approaching, his fingers gripped tighter in her hair. Pulling her further onto himself, his hips thrusting quicker. Leander could thank Godric himself for this feeling, her damp swollen lips around his cock felt like heaven. Her muffled moans mixing with his, the sound she made every time his cock hit the back of her throat. Small praises left his lips, a numbness spread throughout his body, it sent a tingle up his spine. “Yes, fuck- yes!” His grip was relentless, forcing his entire length inside her mouth. Her eyes watered as his release coated her throat. Holding her there for a second longer than he should of, she pushed at his thighs. Releasing his grip, she broke away from his cock. Chest heaving as her breath caught up to her. “Fucking hell, Leander. A warning would have been nice.” Rising from her knees, her voice sounded cross with him but her lips pulled into a smirk. “Sorry… it just felt really good.” His voice a little meek, an octave lower than normal. “Well, you can consider that my apology then. It was partially my fault you hurt yourself.” “Oh, well then… Apology accepted.” The noise that left Saoirse caught Leander off guard, he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her laugh before. It was a sound he would like to hear more of.

#hogwarts legacy #leander prewett smut #leander prewett x f!mc #this is my villain origin #dont disrespect me

[writing-intheundercroft]

The Perfect Gift - O. Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Word Count: 4,129

Rating: T

Summary: Ominis overhears the girls talking about some singer, and decides to write MC a song for Christmas. Sebastian can't help but be his wingman.

A/N: @darch7995 sent me a song and I had to write something fluffy and happy for Ominis! Listen to the audio HERE. Merry Christmas!

Ominis Gaunt was rarely stopped in his tracks, but once he’d heard the low warbling coming from the gramophone, he halted, holding his hands to his ears. He hated the insinuation that his blindness enhanced his other senses, but he did have impeccable hearing, and the song emitting from the sun room next to the Charms classroom had his ears ringing.

“Isn’t he just so dreamy?” Poppy sighed.

“Clarence Warbeck is my favorite singer of all time.” Leonora Everleigh declared. “I would listen to him all day if I could.”

Ominis rolled his milky blue eyes, ready to walk into the warm, sunlit room to say something snarky, until he heard her voice.

“I think he’s quite the romantic,” she said. His dear friend had a lilt in her voice towards the end of her sentence, as if she hadn’t finished her thought.  

“You mean easy on the eyes?” Leonora teased.

She let out a laugh that had Ominis shivering, stumbling behind the column to avoid them seeing him. 

“I just think music is quite lovely.” she mused. “And a song?  I think that’s the sweetest gift a person could ever give.”

Ominis bit his bottom lip as he blushed.  That was valuable information, he thought, especially with the holidays approaching.  The wheels started spinning in his mind as he imagined a song, especially one about her–

“Oh, hi Ominis!”

He blinked, turning towards the voice.  His friend had seen him, and now he had nowhere to hide.

“Hello, ladies.” Ominis said smoothly.

“Come to take a nap in the light?” Poppy said kindly.  He blushed again; clearly his napping habits were quite public knowledge at this point.  

“Come over,” his friend beckoned him closer. “We can sit on the cushions, if you’d like.”

“If you insist,” he stuttered.

Ominis awkwardly scampered over to the sound of her voice, settling down on the various plush cushions that were set on the floor.  He felt her sit down next to him, tucking her feet under herself as he splayed out on the floor.  One of the many cats that lived in the DADA tower slid against the two of them, purring.

“Comfortable?” she asked softly, the sound of the music dulled by her voice.

“Very,” Ominis hummed.  He settled onto the cushions, his head falling into her lap.  She continued her conversation with the girls as he drifted into a light sleep, the crooning of Clarence Warbeck filling the background noise.

Ominis and Sebastian sat at the Slytherin table in the great hall; with the holidays quickly approaching, most students were busy packing their trunks for the journey home. The Hogwarts Express was departing Hogsmeade station for the holidays the next morning, but per usual, Ominis and Sebastian were spending the holiday at the castle. As Professor Ronen decorated the Christmas tree, the boys sat at the table, loitering before dinner.

“And honestly, I took that quite personally.  So I don’t think I should have gotten a detention for setting Leander on fire, he was the one who was in my way…Ominis, are you paying any attention to me?” Sebastian asked, eyebrows quirked. 

Ominis rolled his unseeing eyes, waving off his best friend. “Yes, yes, something about nearly giving Leander Prewett third degree burns because he looked at you funny in potions again.” he said lazily, waving his wand again.  His eyebrows were furrowed as he waved his wand again.  His dictation quill scratched out a few words on the parchment in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes at the many pages in front of his friend.

“Nothing,” Ominis said hastily, snatching his pages together before Sebastian could get his grubby hands on them. 

“Why so secretive?” Sebastian asked, clearly intrigued by the change in Ominis’s attitude.

“It’s none of your business,” Ominis sniffed. “Back off.”

From the blond’s biting tone, Sebastian knew it was in his best interests not to press.  However, his best interests were rarely ever actually on his mind.  Lurching forward, Sebastian snatched a piece of parchment from Ominis’s hands, taking glee in how the blond panicked.

“Each year I ask for many different things–”

“Sebastian stop,” Ominis panted. “It’s not funny.”

“But now I know what my heart–”

“Sebastian!” Ominis screeched, nearly ripping the parchment from his best friend’s hands. “Stop it, I’m begging you.”

“What in Merlin’s name are you writing?” Sebastian laughed, watching as his normally impenetrable friend reddened, pushing the wrinkled parchment into his bookbag. “Is that a poem?”

Ominis’s face was bright red. “It’s a song, if you want to know so bad.” he scowled.

Sebastian’s face softened. “I didn’t know you were back at the old piano again.”

It wasn’t common knowledge that Ominis was an accomplished pianist.  Mrs. Gaunt had insisted every child in the Gaunt family mastered an instrument, and he’d spent most of his childhood dreading piano lessons. Despite his initial disdain, Ominis had taken quite well to the instrument, and it became a hobby. Once he was at Hogwarts, he’d slip into the music room every now and then, practicing his rusty skills whenever he was under duress.

“It’s for a gift,” Ominis mumbled. 

“Pardon?” Sebastian asked, now grinning.  He had an idea of Ominis’s motivation, but wanted to hear the words from the boy himself.

“It is a Christmas gift,” Ominis hissed. “For her.  Are you happy, Sebastian?”

“Blissful.” Sebastian leaned into the table, tucking his chin in hand. “This is rich–you’re writing a song for a girl.” he crooned. “How sweet, Omi.  What gave you the idea?”

Ominis gave him a rude hand gesture, sparking laughter from the brunette. “I overheard her talking with Poppy and Leonora about that singer–Clarence Warbeck–and how they loved his songs.”

“Right, the prat who sings all those cheesy love songs the girls are obsessed with.” Sebastian noted. “Isn’t he doing a show in London over the holiday break?”

Ominis gave him a dry look. “Precisely.  His lyrics are…uninspired, to say the least.  And I was already thinking of what to give her for the holidays–you know she’s impossible to shop for.  The girl has every piece of clothing known to mankind, every potion, book, broom at her disposal.  I thought to myself, she deserves a song. You know, something actually personalized to her.” he said sheepishly.

“Well, I think it’s very kindhearted of you.” Sebastian said smugly. “Are you admitting it then?”

“Admitting what?” Ominis feigned indifference.

“Your crush on her.”

“Could you be any louder, Sebastian?” Ominis hissed. His hands flew to his temples as his best friend chortled next to him. “I just–”

“Just writing her a lovely, romantic song for the holidays.” Sebastian snorted. “Oh come on, I’m just teasing you.  I think it’s great; you never play the piano, so it must mean something special.”

Ominis felt his face flush; despite his disdain for Sebastian in the moment, his best friend was right.  Ominis had minimal experience with the fairer sex.  The concept of romance was lost on the Gaunts, choosing to pair their children in arranged matches to bring honor to the bloodline.  He’d never even imagined the idea of dating someone until she’d arrived at Hogwarts. Their friendship had gotten off to a rocky start, thanks to the freckled heathen sitting next to him, but the events of their fifth year had only drawn them closer to one another.  What had started as an admiration for her bravery turned into a funny twist in his stomach whenever he heard her laughing.  As of late, it had gotten so unbearable, Ominis had turned into a blushing mess whenever she sat next to him in class.  

“Speak of the devil–she’s coming in.” Sebastian murmured. “Hide your sheets, then.”

Ominis heard her footsteps draw closer and closer as he hurriedly shoved his parchment back into his school bag.  

“Hello you two,” she said sweetly, standing next to them.  Ominis could smell her perfume wafting towards him, still smelling like the sweet scent of strawberries in the dead of winter. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” both boys said in unison.

Despite his blindness, Ominis could almost sense the arch of her brow. “Alright, weirdos.”  she chuckled. “I have good and bad news.”

“Do tell,” Sebastian said.

“Good news, Leonora’s mother surprised us with tickets to Clarence Warbeck’s show in London!” she said gleefully.  “I was going to stay in the castle for the holidays, but Leonora’s parents decided to surprise her early so she could bring friends, and she invited me to join!”

“O-oh.” Ominis said, feeling his heart crack in half. “So you’ll be gone, then?”

“Yes, well that’s the bad news, you see. I know it’s such late notice, but I hope the two of you won’t be cross with me,” she said wistfully. “It’s just such a good opportunity, and I’ve never been to a real show before–”

“Of course we’re not mad,” Ominis interjected. “If it makes you happy, we’ll be happy for you.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you understand,” she sighed in relief. “I am going to miss you over the holidays, I hope you know that.”

Ominis pursed his lips. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sebastian chuckled. “I’m positively bereft you’re leaving us.”

Despite his inner turmoil, Ominis knew she was excited for the opportunity to visit London.  It was silly of him to write the song, he thought; he was no great wordsmith, nor half the performer that Clarence Warbeck was.  He felt a pit of jealousy in his stomach as he pictured her singing and cheering for him in a crowd, waiting for his autograph at the side door to the theater–

He was broken out of his thoughts at the feeling of her kissing his cheek.  

“Don’t miss me too much, Ominis.” she said kindly. 

“I’ll be counting down the days until you’re back,” he said softly. Realizing just how lovesick he sounded, he quickly covered with a cough. “Can’t forgive you for leaving me with this one,” he elbowed Sebastian, who yelped in return.

She gave a sparkling laugh, which brought warmth to his cheeks once more. “I’ll try to see you before I leave tomorrow.” she promised, her voice getting further and further away as he heard her walk towards the door. 

The boys were silent until they heard the door properly shut.

“Lots of talk, use of the word we,” Sebastian noted. “When you’re the one supposedly preparing a love song for her.”

“Shove off,” Ominis mumbled. “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“Don’t say that,” Sebastian assured him. “You can give it to her when she’s back.”

Ominis knew he was right, but he was rather hoping to give her his song over the holidays.  He’d already spent so much time planning his confession, and her leaving for the holiday was a major setback.  Ominis wasn’t sure he could muster up the confidence to play his music for her again, let alone with a castle full of other students who might walk in on them.

“Whatever,” Ominis sighed. 

It had been a few days since the train had departed for London, taking her to London and far, far away from Hogwarts for the holidays.  Ominis had since retreated to the music room nearly every night, wishing to be alone. It was late, and Ominis was seated at the piano again.  His long, lithe fingers softly danced across the keys, playing the tune he’d written for her song.  Under his breath, he mumbled the lyrics; deep down, he didn’t really want to be alone, but she had been the only company he’d desired. He imagined her, standing at the Clarence Warbeck show, swaying to the lame lyrics with her girlfriends, and it made his piano strokes a bit heavier and angrier than he’d wanted them to be.

He was so lost in thought, he hardly noticed the sound of skittering feet approaching the music room.  It wasn’t until the door burst open that he stumbled over the keys, lifting his wand to identify the intruder.

“Sebastian?  What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Ominis barked.

“She’s–Ominis, they–show got canceled–she’s here,” Sebastian rambled, panting for air.

“What are you even talking about?”

Sebastian took a big gulp of air. “The Clarence Warbeck show got canceled,” he breathed. “She caught the train back to Hogsmeade instead.”

Ominis blinked at his best friend. “She’s here?” he said, voice strained.

“Do you have your song written?” Sebastian demanded.

“Er, yes–I was just finishing the melody.” Ominis admitted.

“That settles it–you have a song to deliver then, Ominis.” Sebastian said proudly. “I can grab her, if you like–”

“Are you insane?” Ominis gaped. “It’s not–I’m not ready!” he panicked. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “There’s a piano, you have your lyrics, what aren’t you ready for?” he asked.

Ominis began wringing his hands. “But it has to be romantic,” he wheezed. “And this isn’t romantic at all.  For Merlin’s sake, I’m wearing pajamas!”

Sebastian was quiet for a few moments; Ominis could tell the cogs were moving in his best friend’s head. The brunette snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it!” he said gleefully. “The perfect idea.”  He could hear Sebastian’s boots scuffling around him, muttering under his breath.

“What are you doing?” Ominis asked curiously.

“Candles.” Sebastian said simply, muttering a conjuration charm. “You’ll need a lot of candles, girls love them.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that,” Ominis scowled, standing up and raising his wand.  He could sense Sebastian conjuring dozens candles, setting them around the piano. 

“And you–you should change into something a little nicer.” Sebastian tutted. “Not that your pajamas aren’t cute and all, but you’ll want to look your best.”

“I know that,” Ominis rolled his eyes.  However, he couldn’t contain the flutter of excitement in his stomach. “Are you suggesting I change now?”

“Run down to the dungeons, I’ll take care of the room.” Sebastian assured him. “Ambiance, by Sebastian Sallow.” he joked.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ominis said earnestly.

“Get fewer girls, that’s for sure.” The brunette snorted.

“Don’t start.” Ominis warned him, backing up towards the door.

“Is that any way to treat your personal elf?” He didn’t need sight to know there was a smug grin stretched across Sebastian’s face. “Go on, get prettied up.  I’ll be here, getting everything prepared.”

“I know you can’t see yourself, but you look quite dashing.” Sebastian hummed.  He adjusted Ominis’s tie, the blonde slapping his hands away in return.  “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ominis lied.  “What’s to be nervous about?”

“I dunno–the fact that it’s nearly midnight and you’re about to host your first solo concert to the girl you’re in love with.” Sebastian hummed. “I know I had some mistletoe around here somewhere…”

“Hello?” A feminine voice called out. “Is anyone there?”

Ominis slapped Sebastian’s arm. “She’s here!” He hissed. “Get out!”

Sebastian yelped in response; Ominis straightened his waistcoat as he heard his best friend stumble across the music room, his boots clacking against the stairs.  

“Ominis, are you in there?” Her voice sounded nearer, about to turn the corner into the room.

He gulped, twirling his wand rather anxiously at his side. “I am,” he choked out.  “Do come in.”

He could hear her delicate footsteps as she walked into the music room; first quickly, and then stopping in her tracks.  It felt like eons before her feet picked up again, taking slow deliberate steps towards him in the corner, next to the piano.

“Sebastian sent me an owl, saying it was rather time-sensitive.” she said hesitantly. “That it was an emergency.”

“That twat,” Ominis grumbled. “It’s not an emergency, per say, but I did want you to meet me here.”

“So no one is dying, gravely wounded, or in need of protection?”

“Did he say that was the issue?” Ominis choked.

She snorted. “Rather implied it was a life or death matter.”

Ominis scolded Sebastian in his head, rolling his eyes.  He’d have to set him straight later on.

“I wanted to ask you to come meet me here,” Ominis chewed on his lower lip. “Because I knew you were quite disappointed when the Clarence Warbeck show was canceled.”

“Oh, right.” she said quickly. “Yeah, Leonora was a bit upset over it, and I didn’t really have any other reason to be in London, so I caught the train home.”

“Well, with that being the case, I thought this was a good time to give you your Christmas present.” Ominis swallowed thickly. 

“Omi, I thought we weren’t doing presents,” she said, her voice slightly panicked. “I haven’t gotten you anything–”

“This,” Ominis interjected, pointing his wand towards the piano. “This is the present.”

She paused, clearly confused. “The piano?  The one that’s always here in the music room? I mean, thanks Ominis, but I doubt we can steal the school piano–”

“No,” Ominis groaned. He tugged her hand towards the bench, gesturing for her to sit next to him. “This is the present. Me–er, rather, a song for you.”

There was a pregnant pause as she slowly slid into the bench next to him.  Her shoulder bumped into his, and he could feel the ends of her braid tickling his skin.  They’d never sat so closely before–not under the pretense of anything other than a friendly afternoon nap in the corridor. 

“You wrote a song for me?” she asked, her voice suddenly small and subdued. “Ominis, I didn’t even know that you could play the piano.”

Ominis set his wand down on the piano’s ledge with shaky hands. “I did–I do play the piano.  I learned when I was younger,” he admitted, his fingers finding the ivory keys. “I’m actually quite good, if I do say so myself.  Sebastian tells me I am too.”

“You’ve played for Sebastian, but not me?” she scoffed, a playful tone returning to her voice. 

Ominis began playing the tune he’d written, the one he’d memorized in a matter of days just for her. “I only share this with people I love,” he said softly.  Realizing what he’d just said, he coughed quickly to cover his blunder. “Like my friends.  Anne, Sebastian, and now you.”

She rested her chin on Ominis’s shoulder. “Well, go on then.  Let me hear it.”

“And you won’t make fun of me if I’m a lousy singer?” Ominis asked, feeling the back of his neck heating up.

“I would never,” she reassured him.

Ominis began singing; he could hear her breath catch as his voice echoed in the room.  The words tumbled out of his mouth as his fingers danced across the keys.  Despite not having his wand in hand, he started to feel more confident as his tune went on, his voice only cracking slightly when he felt her soft hand on his leg.  

So just please fall in love with me, this Christmas

There’s nothing else that I would need, this Christmas

Won’t be wrapped under a tree, I wish that this would last forever,

So kiss me on this cold December night;

They call it the season of giving; I’m here, yours for the taking

I’m here, I’m yours

The notes trailed off, Ominis’s fingers lifting from the keys.  He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands; in his nervousness, he clenched his fists in his lap.

“I tried to copy Warbeck’s style,” he gulped. “Since you like him so much.  I overheard you talking with the girls last week, that you thought a song was the sweetest gift a person could give.”

“You listened to me,” she murmured.

Ominis squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to articulate his feelings. “I…I’m always listening to you.  I want to make you happy.” he wrung his hands together.

“Ominis, this is…the song…” she trailed off.

“Do you hate it?” he asked nervously. 

She threw her arms around him; he yelped as she squeezed him tight.

“How could one hate a song so beautiful? This is my favorite Christmas gift I’ve ever received, the most perfect gift.” she gasped. “No one has ever written me a song before.”

Ominis sighed in relief, blushing as he found the courage to wrap his arms around her waist, hugging her in return. “I’m glad you liked it.” he murmured into her shoulder.

She pulled away, pressing her small, warm hands against his cheeks. “Liked it?  Ominis, I loved it!” she exclaimed.  “I never knew you had such talent.  You need to play more often for me.”

Ominis smiled as he pressed her forehead against hers. “Well, now that you know, I’d be happy to play for you whenever you’d like.”

Her warm hands left his cheeks, falling to hold his hands.  There was a brief pause; he could tell she was chewing on her lower lip.

“The lyrics,” she murmured. “You…you mean them, right?  They’re not just lyrics?”

Ominis took in a sharp breath as her fingers entwined with his. “Well, Mr. Warbeck is quite forward with his feelings in all of his songs, so I thought I should do the same.” he whispered. “I wanted it to be romantic, and all I could think of wanting this Christmas was you.” he confessed.

“I thought so,” she mused. “So you would like me to kiss you?”

Ominis blinked rapidly, his cheeks burning hot. “Only if–” he started to say, quickly cut off by her lips pressing against his. 

She smiled against his lips, and Ominis melted into her touch.  His hands cradled her face while she held onto his forearms, keeping him close.  He whined softly as she pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Only what?” she asked.

“If you mean it, truly.” Ominis fought the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. “I hope you do. Or I guess in this case, did.”

She laughed; the melodic sound of her giggles rivaled even the sweetest of songs. Her chin dropped to his shoulder again, and she nuzzled closer. 

“You didn’t need to write a song to capture my heart, Ominis.” she breathed. “It’s been yours for a while now.”

Ominis went slack jawed. “What?”

“Why do you think I caught the first train back to Hogwarts?” she nudged him with her nose. “I wanted to be back here, to spend Christmas with you, Ominis.”  

“But the show–Clarence Warbeck–”

“He’s a good singer,” she laughed. “But he’s not you.” 

Ominis surged forward, and she yelped when he pressed his lips against her face, slightly missing her lips.  No matter; she chuckled again, angling her face to meet him perfectly.  One of Ominis’s hands tugged her closer at the waist, the other trailing up to her soft, strawberry scented hair.  

“I love you,” he admitted, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

Just as she was about to open her mouth in response, the two heard a cough from the rafters.  They jolted apart, Ominis nearly falling off the bench to maintain a proper distance from her in case it was a professor.

It wasn’t–he could hear a familiar voice huffing at them.

“Can I come down now?”

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. “Sebastian, what the bloody hell are you still doing here?” he gasped.

“Well you didn’t give me much time to get down from the rafters,” Sebastian complained. “I was trying to hang the mistletoe for you two.”

“Get out!” Ominis groaned, while she laughed next to him on the piano bench.

Ominis could hear Sebastian’s snickering, and the familiar beat of his steps as he ran out of the music room.  He groaned, his head falling against her shoulder.

“So embarrassing.” he muttered into the fabric of her shirt. “I can’t believe he heard the song.”

“Not at all,” she cooed. “Wouldn’t quite be a moment between us without Sebastian interrupting, would it?” she pressed a soft kiss against his hair. “Play the song for me again?”

“Only if I get to kiss you more.” Ominis whispered.

“That can be arranged,” she said coyly, tilting his chin up towards her. She adoringly pressed kisses against his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and then finally his lips again.  Pulling away, she leaned her head on his shoulder once more, sighing happily as his fingers started dancing across the keys again. 

“Happy Christmas, Ominis.  I love you too.”

Those four words were music to Ominis’s ears.  He played the song for her over and over again, his voice more confident every time he repeated the lyrics. The fourth time he repeated, she stopped him, kissing him breathless.  

“Saw the mistletoe,” she whispered against his lips, slithering her arms around his waist. “He managed to hang it after all.”

Grinning into her kiss once more, Ominis reminded himself to thank Sebastian. 

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt fan fiction #pianist ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x oc #had to do a happy ominis piece somehow

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Not Like That

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Summary: Things change over the summer holiday with Sebastian, and then things get messy. Might as well spend the first few weeks of your last year fighting about it. WC: 6.1k Notes: Oh god, the first fic I've written in like six years and I am sure it's shit. I am sorry if characterization is off. It takes me a minute?? I also have zero clue if I want this to be canon compliant or not so there's absolutely no mention of Anne or what happened! Also, no beta so please don't be too harsh. I just wanted to have fun writing a thing and hopefully someone else enjoys it!

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“How else am I supposed to look?” you asked Imelda. “Do you hear yourself talk?”

“Do you?” she shot back, giving you the same exasperated look you were giving her. “If you don’t say something about it soon, you’re going to lose your chance. I’m not sure I can hold them at bay much longer.”

“I don’t know what chance you think I should have,” you said, though you didn’t sound as confident about it. The fact of the matter was you knew exactly what Imelda was talking about, and she was right. You hated that she was right.

“Sallow’s come back a foot taller and just bigger and you aren’t the only one who’s noticed,” she pointed out. “Violet’s determined to slip him a love potion. I’ve been trying to tell her he’s already involved, but considering I can’t say who, it hasn’t worked all too well.”

“I hate her,” you muttered, feeling a prick of jealousy. 

“You hate anyone who so much as bats an eyelash at him,” Imelda pointed out. “You can save yourself the trouble but just telling him that you fancy him and snog in the upstairs of the Three Broomsticks already.” 

“Imelda!” 

“Or snog him somewhere else. I happen to quite like the upstairs of the Three Broomsticks for that sort of thing, but to each their own,” she said simply, shrugging. She was unashamed, and part of you envied her for it. 

“It’s not that simple,” you sighed, giving her a pleading look.

“And why not?”

“Because…because…” you stammered, trying to find a reason that would satisfy your friend. When none came to mind as she stared at you expectantly, you groaned and rested your head on your crossed arms on the table in front of you. “He’s going to have a right laugh at me, Imelda.”

“No, he will not,” she said, poking you in the shoulder. You looked up at her, already defeated and resigned to the fact that despite your years-long pining for Sebastian Sallow, nothing would ever come at it.

“What makes you so sure?” you asked.

“Because Sallow’s a lot of things, but he’s not that cruel. Besides, for all you know, he could be whining to Ominus about how much he fancies you but thinks he has no chance,” she pointed out. “Now, come on. We’ll be late, and Hecat swore to put me in detention if I was late again.”  The two of you stood from the table in the library where you had been sitting, gathering up your belongings before heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. 

“Why are you so late all the time anyway?” you asked curiously as you held open the door into Central Hall for her. 

“Flying,” she answered simply. 

Of course. It was Imelda - you should have known. 

___

“Mr. Sallow, why must you always duel in my classroom?” 

Professor Hecat was only just leaving her office as you and Imelda entered and seemed too busy repairing the collateral damage from Sebastian’s duel with Leander Prewett to notice the two of you sneaking to nearby seats. The room was righting itself as Sebastian raised his hands up to the professor, taking a few steps away from the dueling platform he had been standing on.

“Because, Professor, there isn’t another place where dueling is sanctioned,” he pointed out, his voice conveying innocence he didn’t possess. You rolled your eyes because you knew full well that dueling being sanctioned didn’t stop him from doing it. Crossed Wands meetings and plenty of adventures proved otherwise, and the look Hecat was giving him also showed she knew otherwise.

“Let’s see if we can make it through the term without you destroying my classroom, Mr. Sallow.”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” he said, raising his wand and muttering a hasty spell to repair the nearby broken desk. It righted itself in one piece, still smoking slightly. “It won’t happen again.” He shot her a smile before heading to a nearby seat. “Imelda, what are you doing here? I didn’t realize Quidditch players needed N.E.W.T.S. Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to look at her.

“I take no chances,” Imelda replied cooly. “You never know what an opponent will do to get ahead, and knowing how to unjinx a broom can’t hurt.”

“If you say so,” he said, still smiling as he shook his head. “And my favorite Hufflepuff returns. I was starting to wonder if you even still went here,” he joked, elbowing you gently in the arm. 

“No, still here,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to rub the tingling feeling out of your arm where he had touched you. It was ridiculous, letting a simple touch get to you, but everything was ridiculous when he was involved. 

Before either of you could say anything else, Professor Hecat was calling for the class to focus on her so she could teach. You tried your best to pay attention, but the fact you were next to Sebastian was nothing short of distracting. Words came out of the professor’s mouth and you tried to hold onto them, only for them to slip through your fingers because Sebastian was making that focused face he always made when he was trying to learn something, brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out as he scribbled on parchment.

It was the first time you had really gotten to see him up close. Sebastian had certainly grown over the summer holiday – he was broader and if there were any doubts, the way his sleeves were pulled taut over his arms put them to rest. He was a head taller than last year, and you cursed him mentally for somehow having even more freckles. He had left sixth year looking more like a boy and returned for seventh year looking like a man, and you certainly hadn’t been the only one who noticed. 

Part of the reason why Sebastian had joked about not knowing if you had come back to Hogwarts was that you hadn’t been able to get his attention before now. You had seen him on the Hogwarts Express, but he and Ominis had been having such an intense-seeming conversation that you hadn’t wanted to interrupt. You had tried to end up in the same carriage on the way up to the school, but before you could tell him that you had room in your carriage, Violet McDowell was pulling him into hers with Sebastian tugging Ominis in too.

Dejected and a little annoyed, you had ridden up to the school in huffy silence with Imelda and Poppy. 

Outside of trying to wave at Sebastian from the Hufflepuff table after the sorting, you hadn’t bothered to get his attention. He was clearly enjoying the attention of the girls that somehow seemed to find every free space around him. You could have sworn that you saw Imelda notice the upset look on your face, but you decided to jab at your roast potatoes instead of looking at the Slytherin table any longer. 

It was the bell to signal the end of class that shook you from your stupor. You had zoned out watching Sebastian, who blissfully hadn’t noticed the attention. Unfortunately for you, Imelda certainly had. She gave you a look that very clearly said that her thoughts from your earlier conversation hadn’t changed. Luckily, before she could say anything about it, Sebastian was ducking in the way.

“Imelda, Quidditch,” he said quickly, noticing he needed to head her off talking about something, even if he didn’t know what it was.

“What about it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she packed her belongings.

“Tryouts,” Sebastian said simply. “Want to know when they’re happening. Decided to finally try out.” When Imelda gave eyed him suspiciously, like she thought she was walking into a trap of some kind, he sighed and added, “I was told to do something more productive and sanctioned with my time.”

“You’re serious?” Imelda asked. “What position?”

“Beater. You need those, right?”

“We do,” she agreed. She glanced over at you, sighed, and then looked back to Sebastian. “I’m going down to the pitch before Potions if you want to practice before tryouts and I can give you tips to improve.” 

You wanted to laugh. As much as Imelda probably wanted you and Sebastian alone together so you could confess the feelings you still wouldn’t admit to, her love of Quidditch won out. Secretly, you were thankful for it.

“Do you want to join us?” Sebastian asked hopefully, looking over at you. “Get a leg up on your Slytherin competition.”

“Hufflepuff still wouldn’t stand a chance,” Imelda pointed out, and you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’ve got Divination,” you told him, choosing to ignore Imelda’s teasing. 

“You’re still taking that?” 

You shrugged in response. “I like Professor Onai. Plus, someone has to keep Natty company,” you explained. “You two don’t get bloodied up too bad without me.”

“Don’t worry, if Sallow’s any good, his pretty face will stay pretty,” Imelda laughed, and you knew that she was trying to get a rise out of you. Sebastian, thankfully, seemed a bit preoccupied with the comment himself to notice the color rising in your cheeks. You excused yourself with the excuse of not wanting to be late to class before things could get any more awkward.

____

In the weeks after, you had seen more of Sebastian, and then suddenly a lot less. Unsurprisingly, he ended up making the Quidditch team. With the beginning of the Quidditch season coming up, Imelda had them practicing at all hours, meaning that her time to try and press the issue of your feelings for Sebastian was blissfully cut short. 

Luckily, you could at least still spend time with other friends who either didn’t notice what Imelda had or at least had the grace not to press you about it. Without Sebastian around, you seemed to find Ominis on his own more, and the nice part about spending time with him was that he didn’t seem to give a damn about your romantic life nor did he want to divulge on his own the way Poppy and Adelaide had been as of late. You were happy for your friends, but the constant questions about your own because the two Hufflepuffs weren’t as well-versed in your emotions as Imelda was getting to be a little much.

“What do you think you’ll do once you graduate?” 

Ominis had been talking about what his own plans were as the two of you walked toward Hogsmeade. The two of you were friends, sure, but more because you had a mutual friend than because you spent any significant time together before now. You were catching up on the more interesting things now that the two of you were spending time together without Sebastian. 

“When we did career conversations with our Heads of House, I thought I wanted to work for the Ministry but something about it doesn’t feel right anymore,” you told him, stepping out of the way of a witch carrying a stack of books with a cauldron perched precariously on top. “Bit mad to expect a bunch of children to decide what to do with their lives just like that, you know?”

“You sound like Sebastian,” he pointed out, chuckling slightly. “Says he might not bother with curse-breaking at all now. Might want to play Quidditch professionally instead.”

“He hasn’t played in a single game,” you laughed. “The season doesn’t start for another week and he wants to be a professional now?”

“Apparently so.”

“I’m not sure I believe that.”

“Well,” Ominis started, “you can ask him all about it later. He’s meeting us here after practice–if Imelda’s left enough of the team.” 

“I didn’t know he was coming,” you said casually, trying to ignore the excitement from the news and the slight feeling of dread. As much as you liked Imelda, you hoped she wouldn’t be joining because you weren’t ready for another round of heavy-handed comments about you and Sebastian. 

“The second I said you and I were going to Hogsmeade, he said he was joining,” he explained, shrugging. “You haven’t seen much of him lately, have you?”

“Outside of classes? No,” you sighed. “He seems too busy for me these days.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Oh,” you said, biting your lip. 

You didn’t want to get into it with Ominis. He didn’t need to know how much it bugged you to see Sebastian at meal times, talking to the rest of the team or those girls that somehow always seemed to hang around him. He didn’t need to know how disappointed you were every time you couldn’t even get Sebastian’s attention to say hello, and when you did, half the time he was rushing off somewhere. You felt thoroughly left behind and the fact you cared so much about him made it hurt all that much more. The less Ominis knew about all of that, the better. 

“He’s just been busy with Quidditch,” you replied finally, in too airy of a voice to be entirely convincing. 

Thankfully, he let the topic of your mutual friend slide as you got into the village. You had needed to restock for Potions, and Ominis seemed uncharacteristically cheery in Honeydukes 

and you didn’t have the heart to suggest going elsewhere when he wanted to explore. Leaving close to an hour later with your coin purses lighter but pockets heavier, you managed to get into and out of Gladrag’s with only the new scarf you had intended to buy before heading to the Three Broomsticks. 

“There you two are!” Sebastian was sitting at a table in the corner, waving at the two of you. Your heart skipped at the look of the smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile back and wave to show that you spotted him. 

“Would you mind grabbing the Butterbeers?” Ominis asked, turning towards the sound of Sebastian’s voice. 

“Consider it done,” you told him, giving him a pat on the arm before heading to the bar. “Sirona! Can I get two Butterbeers?” She waved to show that she heard you, even as she was dealing with something else behind the bar. You looked around to see if there was other students in the pub, and you spotted a few younger Hufflepuffs and, a few tables over, Garreth Weasley and Everett Clopton discussing something on a piece of parchment in front of them. That was…dangerous. 

The only other table of interest was the one you were heading to, and as you looked over at it, you saw Sebastian looking at you, still smiling. You smiled back, feeling a little silly at how easy it was for him to make you feel the way he did.

“It’s about time you two showed up,” Sirona commented as she slid two full glasses in front of you. You whipped around, giving her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” 

“Sebastian’s been watching that door like his life depended on it,” she said. “Waiting for you.”

“Well, Ominis doesn’t come to the village often,” you pointed out, taking your drinks. “He was probably just worried about him and won’t admit it. Boys, you know.” 

“Perhaps,” Sirona said, but the look on her face showed that she didn’t believe what you were saying. You pushed what you owed for the drinks toward her, and picked up the Butterbeer. She left it there, and you headed over to your friends. You placed Ominis’ drink in front of him before settling in the free seat.

“If we don’t win, I’m quitting,” Sebastian was telling Ominis.

“Already?” you asked, giving Sebastian an amused look.

“You have no idea what Imelda is like Captain,” he responded, shaking his head. “She woke us up before dawn this morning.”

“I feel like you knew what you were signing up for,” you laughed. “It’s not like it’s a surprise that Imelda is…intense.”

“But add a little power over people,” he sighed, “and you’ll be playing Quidditch every moment you’re not in class or asleep.”

“Just the way she likes it,” you pointed out, taking a sip of your drink. “I thought you wanted to play professionally?”

“Yeah but…” he trailed off. “When did I tell you that?”

“I told her before,” Ominis piped in. “She talks to you even less than I do. We compare notes,” he added dryly. You laughed at the comment. It was perfectly true. Sebastian and you would talk maybe for a minute before class or after, but Ominis at least saw him in the Slytherin Common Room. The two of you talked about other things, but the conversation would always turn to Sebastian at one point or another. 

Sebastian frowned, but before he could say anything else about it, Ominis was talking about something else. For a while, Sebastian was uncharacteristically quiet as you two chatted about nothing in particular and drank your Butterbeers. Slowly, he became more himself, and you had to admit, it was nice to have what felt like the “old days” back again. It felt like you were back in the Undercroft, and not fighting for Sebastian’s attention. 

Once all three glasses were empty, you stood up and scooped them into your arms. “I’ll go get us more,” you declared, smiling brightly. You didn’t want things to end just yet, so another round of drinks made the most sense. You had barely been up at the bar for a minute when your seat was taken by Violet McDowell. She had pulled the chair closer to Sebastian and was leaning so near him she might as well be in his lap, and Ominis was looking almost as annoyed as you were. Sirona said nothing about the look on your face other than a glance over to your table and a head shake. 

Unable to carry all three drinks, you instead charmed the filled glasses to float in front of you as you headed back to the table. You let the three of them fall with more force than you meant to, causing loud thuds and Butterbeer to slop out over the rims and onto the table. Ominis, who couldn’t know that he should move back the way Sebastian had, got the brunt of the spill.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, more to him than the other two. “Just got away from me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to the castle with me?” Violet was simpering, ignoring what had just happened. “You said you’d help me with my Charms work, Bas.” You almost snorted at the nickname but managed to cover it up with a cough.

“I’ll meet you back in the common room later,” Sebastian told her, “go ahead without me.” Violet pouted, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek and look away from her. She was certainly shameless. 

“Fine! But you promised,” Violet huffed before getting up and heading out, ignoring the other two people at the table completely. Ominis was trying to clean up the spilled Butterbeer so he either didn’t notice or care about Violet’s departure. 

“I’m going to wash up,” Ominis said, standing up and shaking his hands. 

“I’m really sorry, Ominis,” you sighed, and he just shook his head.

“Accidents happen.” He disappeared upstairs, leaving you and Sebastian alone for the first time since before the summer holiday. You pulled your chair back to where it had been before Violet showed up and sat down.

Things were quiet between the two of you for a long moment. Both of you seemed more interested in your drinks than speaking, and neither one of you looked at the other. It was Sebastian who finally broke the silence.

“So…you’ve been spending a lot of time with Ominis lately,” he mentioned casually. You shrugged, looking over at him.

“I guess,” you agreed. “You and Imelda have been busy with Quidditch, so it’s just been the two of us.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Is that the only reason?” he asked in the same casual voice, leaning forward as if he was expecting you to spill about some secret mission you and Ominis were planning. It was then that you realized that you hadn’t pulled the chair back all the way, and with your back facing the corner where the table was settled, Sebastian was boxing you in. If Sebastian had looked like he had grown before, close up, he looked to have doubled in size with him so closer now. He seemed almost impossibly broad now, and you felt nothing short of tiny in comparison. You looked up at him, confused, blushing slightly.

“Yes?” you said nervously. “Why would there be another reason?”

“Don’t know,” he responded, settling his arm on the table as he continued to lean towards you, resting his head against his hand. “I haven’t seen you much this year so I thought…” he started, but you cut him off.

“That’s not my fault, Sebastian,” you huffed. “You’re the one who doesn’t have any time for me anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Sebastian looked taken aback at your words. 

“You’re joking, right?” you said, leaning in a little closer as you stared him down. “You’ve barely said two words for me outside of class. You don’t bother to even say hi at meals anymore.”

“I haven’t seen you,” he explained, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“Of course, you haven’t seen me.” You rolled your eyes, frustration that had been bubbling finally coming to the surface. “You’re at practice or going to class or busy showing off for Violet and those other girls that follow you around.”

“I’m not showing off for Violet,” he shot back. “Or any of those other girls. I’m not asking them to do that!”

“And you’re not telling them to leave you alone either,” you pointed out, temper creeping into your voice. “You sure seem to be loving the attention every time I see you. Why would you bother looking up to say hi to me when you have…”

“What are you two talking about?”

Ominis had reappeared at the table. Sebastian slid back, no longer crowding you into the corner, looking annoyed. 

“Nothing,” he told the other boy. He drained his entire Butterbeer before standing up. “I should head back to the Castle. Quidditch doesn’t leave much time for homework. I should catch up.” He didn’t bother waiting for either of you to say anything before starting to leave.

“Tell Violet we say hi, Bas.” The words were out of your mouth before you thought about it, and there was a small part of you that looked satisfied as a guilty look appeared on his face, but then replaced by a look of defiance. 

“I’ll see you back at the common room, Ominis,” he said and was gone a moment later. You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair. 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing,” you sighed. You looked at your drink, not really wanting it anymore. “Can we go back to school? I…uh, I think we’re getting close to curfew.”

“Right,” Ominis agreed, nodding. “Floo powder is faster.”

“Works for me,” you sighed, letting him lead the way over to the fire. 

_____

The first Quidditch match of the season had the entire castle beside itself. You couldn’t share in the enthusiasm-–even fellow Hufflepuffs were excited to see Ravenclaw vs Slytherin—because it meant having to see Sebastian out on the field. Even in classes over the last week, you determinedly avoided so much as looking at him. Imelda, blissfully, was too worked up about the game to notice.

In the end, you decided to go to support her. 

It hadn’t been too bad. Most of the other Hufflepuffs you were sitting with were cheering for Ravenclaw, but you and Poppy were too excited for Imelda to join in. It certainly got you two some looks from people nearby, but the excitement of seeing her score twice in a row made it easy to ignore. Despite your annoyance with him, it was still something else to see Sebastian zip by, sending bludgers toward the Ravenclaw Chasers. 

You weren’t any less glad when you two were waiting for Imelda to come out of the changing room that she was the last one out.

“Sallow went up with the rest of the team before,” she told you as you hugged her.

“I don’t care,” you huffed. “I was waiting for you.”

“Why don’t you care? Could have gotten to him before Violet McDowell did.”

“Why would you want to get Sebastian before Violet McDowell?” Poppy asked, looking between you and Imelda. You led the way back up towards the castle, your friends following behind.

“I don’t,” you responded, shaking your head. 

“What happened?” Imelda asked. “He was strange when I mentioned you before too.”

“Nothing happened,” you said. “He’d rather spend time with Violet McDowell? Fine. I don’t care.”

“Why does it matter who Sebastian spends time with?” Poppy asked. Then, she stopped. “Oh, you fancy him, don’t you?”

“Not anymore I don’t,” you huffed. “Now can we just leave it be?” Poppy, who you two hadn’t stopped for, ran to catch up with you. Imelda just laughed.

“He might be big on reading, but Sallow is as thick as they come,” she chuckled. “Good riddance, I say. You’ll do much better.”

“I always thought you and Ominis were cute together,” Poppy offered. 

“You know, he asked me if there was a reason the two of us were spending so much time alone together,” you half laughed, half scoffed. 

“You’re joking,” Imelda laughed. “When did he come to you with that idea?”

“Met us in Hogsmeade last week. He and I got into an argument and I haven’t spoken to him since,” you explained. 

“How did I miss this?” Imelda asked, and looked to Poppy. “Did you know about this?”

“No! I didn’t even know she fancied Sebastian,” she said, “no one tells me anything, apparently! All these times we’ve talked about who I fancy and…”

“I don’t fancy Sebastian,” you sighed. “At least, not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “You two would be cute together too!”

“I don’t want to ever talk to him again,” you said shortly as the door to the castle swung open. “I also don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

“That’s right!” Imelda said brightly, “Outside of Quidditch, Sallow is nothing.” When you shot her a look, she shrugged. “He’s a good Beater, you have to admit. But outside of the pitch, won’t talk to him.”

“Am I still allowed to talk to him?” asked Poppy.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you be?” you replied. 

“Well, you aren’t and Imelda isn’t…” she trailed off, looking between the two of you. 

“I’m just doing it because it’ll annoy him,” Imelda pointed out. “Sounds like fun, right?” You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up.

“Do whatever the two of you wish, but I am not getting involved. I’m going to the library,” you announced. “I have work to do that I ignored to come watch the game.” 

“No fun!” Imelda called.

“What? It’s not like I can join the party anyway.” 

“I’d sneak you in,” she offered. “What about you, Poppy?” 

“No, I really should go check on…” she trailed off, pointing in the direction of the Beasts classroom. 

“No fun, either of you.”

You laughed, waved your goodbyes and made your way upstairs. You were barely a few steps towards the library when a voice made you jump.

“You fancied Sebastian?” 

You spun around to see Ominis nearby. Of course, he’d be in the castle. He probably wouldn’t have even gone down to the game, but leave it to him to be right there at exactly the wrong time. 

“I…” you started, sighing heavily. 

“That was why the two of you argued at The Three Broomsticks?” he guessed. 

“No!” you exclaimed. “Not really, no. I mean…”

“You were annoyed about Violet McDowell and Sebastian leaving to go with her,” Ominous stated.

“How were you not?” you shot back, panicking slightly. He was right, of course, but something about Ominis knowing felt dangerous. You could trust Imelda not to say anything to Sebastian no matter how much she threatened to, but you couldn’t say the same of Ominis. 

“Why didn’t you just tell him how you felt instead of arguing?”

“It’s not that easy, Ominis,” you sighed. “I really don’t want to talk about this. Not with you, no offense. But not anyone else either. Can you just…please don’t say anything about it.”

Ominis shrugged, and you knew that was the closest to a commitment that you’d get. “Does that mean you spend time with me to see him?” he asked quietly.

“No,” you replied quickly. “Merlin’s beard, Ominis. I’m not desperate for his attention like Violet is. We’ve been friends for years.”

“You’ve been friends with Sebastian, and I’ve been friends with Sebastian,” Ominis countered. “I didn’t think we were friends without him until recently.”

“Well, we are,” you stated. “At least I thought we were.”

“So did I,” he said.

“Then there, we’re friends, Ominis. Regardless of whether or not Sebastian is around,” you told him. 

“Isn’t this the type of thing friends talk about?” 

“I don’t know! Not always. It’s not like you go around telling me who you fancy,” you pointed out. He chuckled.

“I suppose not,” he agreed, nodding. 

“Now, can we please never speak about this again?” you pleaded. “I get enough from Imelda and Poppy just found out and now I know I’m never going to hear the end of it. I just want one friend who doesn’t care about my love life.”

“I promise, we won’t speak of your love life.”

“Thank you, Ominis. I really appreciate it,” you told him, breathing a sigh of relief. 

When the two of you parted ways a little while later, you certainly felt better about the fact that Ominis knew. You still couldn’t say for certain if he’d tell Sebastian or not. Their friendship was much longer than yours, but you at least hoped he’d take your desire to leave it alone into consideration. 

The rest of the night was dedicated to you trying to forget about the last few hours and actually trying to get your homework done. The number of people in the common room was keeping you more on task for once. If you looked busy enough, everyone would leave you alone, and you didn’t have to speak to anyone. A few people stopped to say hi, but the fact you weren’t willing to more than glance up to greet them kept you in a mostly solitary corner. 

Just when the common room was starting to clear out, and you were just about finished with your Charms work, when Poppy came through the entrance. You looked up when she called your name, holding your quill over the parchment.

“There you are!” Poppy sighed, pointing towards the door. “Sebastian’s waiting out there for you.”

“Sebastian is waiting for me,” you repeated, letting the ink drip onto your essay. 

“He is,” she confirmed. “He tried to follow me in. I had to promise to come get you.”

“I really don’t want to talk to him right now, Poppy,” you half-whined. You had already had enough uncomfortable conversations about your feelings for one day, and something told you Sebastian wasn’t there to rehash the Quidditch match. Just when you had just about convinced yourself that Ominis was going to keep your conversation between you, Sebastian was attempting to break into the Hufflepuff Common Room.

“He really wants to talk to you,” she said, shifting on her feet. 

“Fine,” you sighed, knowing that Poppy wasn’t going to tell him to go away. “He made you promise to get me to come out, didn’t he?” Poppy nodded, and you rolled your eyes, dropping his quill down. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“I’m sorry,” Poppy said quietly, and you offered her a tired smile. 

“It’s not your fault,” you assured her. “I’m annoyed with him, not you. Can you take my stuff upstairs? Just leave it on my bed. Please?”

“Sure,” she said, looking relieved that you weren’t upset with her. 

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you told her. You took a deep breath before heading for the door. You tried to mentally prepare for what was about to happen. Part of you wondered why Sebastian wanted to talk to you. Maybe make it perfectly clear that the only person he had feelings for was Violet or something.

When you stepped out into the hallway, it was to the sight of Sebastian pacing back and forth. He paused when you closed the door behind you. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, running his hand through his hair before sighing heavily.

“Sebastian, what–” you started, crossing your arms.

“I don’t fancy Violet McDowell,” he blurted out. 

“What?” 

“I don’t fancy her. That’s what you thought, isn’t it?”

“I can’t believe that Ominis told you,” you sighed, rubbing your face. The squirming you felt in the pit of your stomach was back. 

“You talked to Ominis about this?” Sebastian asked, giving you a surprised look.

“Didn’t you?” you responded, staring back at him. 

“No,” he said slowly. “He wasn’t in the common room when we got back from the match. I thought he was with you until he came back.”

“Then Imelda told you I fancy you,” you guessed. There was no other way he could have found out.

“Imelda knew…what am I talking about, of course, you talk to Imelda about this kind of thing,” Sebastian chuckled, running his hand through his hair again. “No, Imelda didn’t tell me either.”

“Then who told you?” you asked, the squirming getting worse. Sebastian looked at you, a satisfied look and a crooked smile on his face.

“You did,” he replied. “Just now.” 

“What?”

“You just said you fancied me,” Sebastian said, amusement written all over his face. “I wanted to be the one to say it first, but you couldn’t let me.” 

“I…what?” you muttered, voice quiet. The words were hitting your ears, but they weren’t making sense to your brain. You stared at him for a long moment, mouth still slightly open as he still had the same look on his face as he watched you process what he had a few moments before.

“You don’t fancy Violet,” you said slowly.

“I don’t,” Sebastian confirmed, chuckling. “I fancy you and you fancy me.”

“You do?”

“Course I do,” he replied, faltering for a moment before pulling you into a hug. The last time the two of you had hugged was to say goodbye at the end of last year, and you hadn’t been much shorter than he was. Now, though, he could easily tuck you under his chin. You managed to uncross your arms and wrap them around him, and he pulled you in closer. As small as he had made you feel at The Three Broomsticks, you were even smaller actually in his arms and you had to admit, it felt kind of nice.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian told you. “About the whole…” he trailed off, sighing. “Fight? That was a fight, I think.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you chuckled, squeezing him before leaning back to look at him properly. “It was about something that didn’t actually happen.” You smiled up at him to show it was all water under the bridge and he smiled back, wider than ever. It wasn’t totally clear which of you made the first move, but then you were kissing and the feeling in your stomach was replaced with the butterflies that you’d felt for the last two years.

When the two of you broke apart, neither of you seemed particularly interested in letting go of each other. The thing that forced the two of you apart was the approaching footsteps of another Hufflepuff trying to get into the common room. Deciding you two needed somewhere more private, you took his hand and led him down the hallway.

“Where are we going?” Sebastian asked, squeezing your hand. However, he made no effort to let go of it, and instead just laced your fingers together. 

“Undercroft,” you informed. 

“Great idea,” he said. “Maybe we can talk about the match later.”

“If we have time,” you told him, rolling your eyes. “I think we’ll be a little busy. We have a month or two to catch up on, don’t you think?” He laughed, tugging you closer, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you walked. 

“Definitely,” he agreed. The two of you were all smiles as you walked down the halls, and you were just glad the two of you were on the same page again. It was even better that the page you were on was one where you were the two of you were planning on spending significantly more alone time together from now on.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #f: hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x f!mc #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy

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Masterlist!

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Links to character masterlists contain all pairings so will be duplicated across characters e.g. Sebinis will appear on both Ominis and Sebastian lists.

Hogwarts Legacy

🖤 Garreth Weasley

🖤 Ominis Gaunt

🖤 Sebastian Sallow

🖤 Leander Prewett

🖤 Andrew Larson

🖤 Commissioned HL fanart part 1 | part 2

Richard Jackdaw x f!MC (Lila Kirke)

Veil

angst, romance, 85.1k words

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An unexpected love affair with a man long since passed leads Lila on to a desperate quest to pull him back through the veil to the land of the living.She soon finds that such things come with a hefty price.

Poppy Sweeting x f!reader

Sweet on Sweeting - smut, 2.4k words

Fumbling in the forest.

Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Ron Weasley x f!reader

A Date, Of Sorts - smut, 2.9k words

A chance encounter, a sympathetic ear. You find Ron Weasley drinking alone, a burnt out Auror burdened with heavy expectations. Once he opens up, the night takes you elsewhere.

Severus Snape x f!reader

All the things I never said - angst, slow burn romance, mature (WIP, hiatus)

The potions cupboard - smut, explicit, 800 words

Good girl - smut, explicit (Severus Snape x reader x Remus Lupin), 1.2k words

Severus Snape x Remus Lupin

Bad company - angst, slow burn romance, mature (WIP, hiatus)

#garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #garrinis #sebinis #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #garreth weasley x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #andrew larson #poppy sweeting #richard jackdaw #severus snape

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I Don't Kiss and Tell

Part 2 of It's Not A Date ❤️🌶

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW

This a long fic. Smut with plot ❤️🔥

It was late when MC crawled under her blankets, trying to not wake her dorm mates as she settled down for sleep. She was tired, a little achey, but she couldn't stop the massive grin that kept spreading across her face. She had not expected her evening to turn out so fun.

She adjusted her pillow and closed her eyes, hoping for some sleep. She cracked open one eye as she heard shuffling and then her mattress dipped as Imelda climbed under her blanket. "Budge over," she hissed.

MC grumbled but did so, the girls fidgeting until comfortable. Imelda nudged her ribs. "Come on then, spill," she whispered. "Did you snog him?"

MC giggled and tried to shove Imelda. "That would be telling."

"Oh, come on, you can tell me," Imelda said. "I've never told any of your secrets, you know that. I can be trusted."

MC groaned. It was true. Imelda was trustworthy. "It wasn't a date, Imelda. We just had a few drinks. It was nice. He was nice."

"Nice?" Imelda screwed her nose up. "That's a pathetic word, you can do better than that. Did he make a move on you? I bet he did, he has been panting after you for months, years even."

MC remembered the way he had panted in her ears as they fucked and bit her lower lip. "He really isn't that bad you know, for a Gryffindor."

"You like him!" Imelda gasped. She huffed a smothered laugh. "Oh, I cannot wait to see Sebastian's face when he realises! Please, I need to be there to see it."

MC shoved Imelda harder for that, the girl giggling now as MC unceremoniously pushed her from the bed. Imelda leant over her, a huge grin on her face. "You don't have to say a word MC, I know you did something. I can smell him on you. I recognise his cologne."

Imelda dodged, chuckling, as MC threw her leg out in an attempt to kick her irritating friend. She growled, but then collapsed back on to her own pillow, quiet laughter bubbling up. Imelda had always been able to see right through her.

"Don't say a word," she warned.

Imelda held her hands up, still chuckling. "I know, I know, my lips are sealed."

....*....

The boys bathroom was bustling with students getting ready. Leander came from the shower and stood next to Garreth as he shaved. "Morning."

Garreth muttered his greeting then paused, razer poised, eyes wide as he stared at Leander in the mirrors. "Bloody hell!"

He dropped his razor and turned to get a better a look at Leander's neck, the love bites just above his collar blooming nicely. Garreth tugged the collar down a bit for a better view and grinned. "Good night then I take it?"

Leander fought against his smile and lost. "Fucking amazing, mate," he admitted, quietly. He glanced around the bathroom before leaning in close to whisper into Garreth's ear. "Keep this to yourself, alright? But, er...well, we fucked, in the graveyard. It was brilliant!"

Garreth gaped. "Wow!" He then smirked and clapped Leander on the shoulder. "Nice one, mate!"

He returned to his shaving. "So, why the secrecy?"

Leander shrugged. "Just want to keep it quiet for now," he said. "I'd rather not be this week's gossip material."

"Your neck might make that difficult. People will want to know who did that."

Leander frowned. "Yes, well, they will have to just guess. So, not a word, alright? I don't want to fuck this up."

Garreth gave him a look. "You really like her."

Leander looked at his reflection. Yes, he really did.

....*....

MC slipped into her usual seat at the Slytherin table, leaning to press a little kiss on Ominis' cheek. "Good morning," she said, cheerfully.

His lips curved a little. "Good morning, MC," he returned. "You're rather cheerful this morning. A lovely date last night I take it?"

MC stared at her friend, lips parted. "How did you...actually, why am I not surprised? You really are the most terrible gossip, Ominis. Honestly," she said. She grabbed some toast and dropped it onto her plate, ignoring his smug smile. "Anyway, it wasn't a date. I just owed him a butterbeer."

Ominis hummed, eyebrow cocked. "Is that the story you're putting out? I would have thought..."

MC spotted a very familiar face heading for the table and gave Ominis a sharp nudge with her elbow, cutting him off. "Hello, Sebastian," she said, loudly. "How are you?"

Sebastian climbed onto the bench opposite her, cheeky smirk in place. He rubbed his hands together. "I'm up for a bit of mischief today to tell the truth," he said. "Exams are boring, what we need is some fun."

"I'm sure MC has some interesting ideas for some fun," Ominis drawled. He was still wearing that smug grin and MC wanted to kick him under the table. She did not want to have the Leander conversation with Sebastian, at least not yet, not until she was sure what it all meant.

"Really?" Sebastian asked. He eyed MC, a little sparkle in his eyes. "And what sort of mischief would you like to get up to today?"

"No idea, all I know is I need to study a bit more for Arithmancy, I actually hate it." she said, grumbling. "As fun as it sounds, mischief might have to wait."

Her gaze was distracted by the arrival of Garreth and Leander, her eyes following them as they headed for the Gryffindor table. Leander glanced her way, the corner of his mouth lifting a little, but he didn't make a big show of greeting her. She relaxed slightly. With Sebastian in this mood, she definitely didn't want to talk about Leander.

She pulled her gaze back to Sebastian, offering him a quick smile. "Maybe you could help me study?"

"You're joking, right? That's not fun," he said. He grinned slyly. "I tell you what I am definitely going to do today, and that's wind up Prewett."

MC froze. "Why?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Have you not seen his neck? Someone got lucky last night! I'm going to find out who with."

Ominis choked on his tea, spluttering into his cup. Sebastian leant back, grimacing. "Shit, easy mate. Are you alright?" He tucked a napkin into his friend's hands.

MC forced her mouthful of toast down her throat, immediately rubbing her hand on Ominis' back while quietly panicking. Ominis was clearly fully aware that it was her who had sucked Leander's neck now, it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. How long before Sebastian knew too.

....*....

MC's arms were coated in soil and she had a smudge of it on her cheek. Professor Garlick had them doing proper labour, digging over soil and adding some of her special brand of compost ready for summer planting.

Ominis was hovering nearby, so far avoiding the messy job. He tugged a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. "It's rather warm in here today," he complained. He wasn't wrong, the sun was beating down through the greenhouse.

MC turned to look up at him from where she was kneeling, a sack of compost beside her. She frowned. "Says you, who has so far avoided putting up any kind of proper sweat," she grumbled. "This is like a work out."

Sebastian smirked beside her. He looked MC over lazily. "I can think of much more fun ways to put up a sweat."

Ominis clicked his tongue. "Trust you to lower the tone."

MC's cheeks were already warm from the work, and she hoped that it covered the blush flooding her face. Trust Sebastian, today of all days. Her eyes flicked to Leander, who was working in the next planting bed over, their gazes met, but he quickly looked away.

She felt her stomach sink. Had he heard? She bit her lip, worrying. She realised she didn't want to hurt him, he didn't deserve it. He had done nothing wrong. If anything, she was the bad guy. She had seduced him in a bloody graveyard!

She looked at Sebastian. She didn't want to hurt him either. He was a bloody pain in the arse sometimes, but he was her closest friend, they had seriously deep history.

Okay, so they had fucked. A lot. But it had never been anything more than that. It was release, a way to deal with shared grief and trauma. They had drawn comfort from the closeness. But, they had drawn a line and never crossed it.

Was that what it was with Leander, just carefree fun? She didn't know. She didn't feel she knew him well enough to call it love. She'd never even been in love before. How did you know?

....*....

Leander hefted the last sack of compost into Professor Garlick's store room and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He turned and then stopped as MC came through the door with a tray of trowels. She glanced back over her shoulder before hurrying towards him.

"Maybe keep away from Sebastian today, he's being especially irritating." Her voice was low, hushed. "Can we meet somewhere more private?"

He looked at her, unsure. He had seen the way Sallow had looked at her, heard the comment he had made. She had blushed so prettily. He wasn't going to lie, it made him feel like a fool. Sadly, he thought he was a fool, a fool for her.

Her hair was falling out of her pony tail, she looked hot and flustered, and there was a big smudge of dirt on her cheek. His hand twitched as he thought about wiping it away for her, but he was too scared to touch her in case she brushed him off. She made dirty and rumpled look beautiful. He looked away. Gods, he did have it bad.

He opened his mouth to ask why she needed to talk, but then Poppy came hurrying in with another tray. "Oh, there you are, MC," she said. "Sebastian is looking for you. He said something about going to the library?"

MC looked up at Leander, biting her lip. He hadn't agreed to meet her yet, but got the feeling she didn't want to talk in front of Poppy. He took the tray of trowels out of her hands. "Don't worry, I'll pop these away for you. You can go and catch up with Sallow."

"I'll walk with you," Poppy said.

MC let him take the tray, looking as though she wanted to say something more, but Poppy was chatting away with MC, holding her attention as they left the store room. MC looked over her shoulder at him, eyes questioning. He gave her a subtle nod. Of course he would meet with her. He didn't think he could keep away.

It was hard not to watch as she left the greenhouse with her fellow Slytherins, it was rare to see her without at least one of those lads beside her. It crossed his mind that if anything was to develop between him and MC, then they would come as part of the deal. It wasn't exactly the most appealing situation.

As the class wandered up the steps, Sebastian licked his thumb and rubbed at the dirty mark on MC's cheek, she laughed and let him. Leander felt the slippery coil of envy in his gut twist. He should have had the balls to do that back in the store room.

....*....

During History of Magic, a little paper bird appeared on his text book, it flapped its wings a few times before unfolding into a little square of parchment. There was a note written neatly on it. "Outside the music room, North Hall entrance, after class."

He went to fold the parchment but it vanished. A small smile curved his lips, and he risked a glance across the classroom towards where MC was sitting with Ominis. She smiled back at him, a subtle tilt of her lips.

Knowing he would be alone with her woke up the nervous flutter in his stomach, and the lesson dragged along even slower than before. He wondered what she wanted to talk about. Maybe she was going to tell him last night had been a mistake. He hoped not.

He leant against the stone rail at the top of the stairs waiting, the sounds of music being played drifting from the nearby classroom. He frowned wondering why she had picked this spot. He looked down the stairway as he heard the tap of footsteps, and she appeared.

"Oh, look, its my brave Gryffindor," she smiled.

Hers? That made his pulse quicken. "Come to drag me somewhere dark and creepy, have you?"

"Funny you should say that." She beckoned him closer. He obeyed, and she took hold of his hand, leading him to the small wooden door opposite the stairs. With a quick glance around, she slipped out her wand and unlocked it.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

She just smiled and pulled him through the door into a corridor that had cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Items in storage were draped with sheets. MC locked the door behind them and led him past a row of windows. "I found this in 5th year originally," she said. "I forgot it was even here for a while, but then a few months ago I started coming here to just get away from it all."

At the end of the corridor was an Arithmancy door. He studied and solved the two problems immediately, he'd always had a knack for this kind of thing. He spoke the answers out loud and she looked at him.

"I wish I sat next to you in Arithmancy class," she said. "I struggle with it. I'm not expecting great exam results, that's for sure." She lifted her wand and rolled the blocks in the wall to the correct answers and the door clicked open.

"I don't mind if you want to sit next to me," he said. "And if you need any help, just ask."

"I might take you up on that."

Inside the room were a few items in storage along with a cabinet, a chest, and a cosy arm chair. A rug covered the stone floor and there were large cushions scattered on it, piles of books here and there and some candles.

"Welcome to my hiding place," she said. She almost looked vulnerable, her eyes soft as she looked at him. "Please, don't tell anyone."

He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Perhaps you'll have to kiss me, and then I definitely won't tell."

She quirked an eyebrow. "How very Slytherin of you."

He pulled her a little closer, he just had to, the temptation was overwhelming. He looked down at her, hungry for those soft lips. "I think you're a bad influence on me."

She smiled. "Oh, I am definitely a bad influence."

It felt so good to kiss her again. What had started as soft, teasing kisses turned quickly into breathless and demanding. MC tugged at his robe, yanking it from him, pushing up his shirt to touch his stomach and back. His hands reached for her arse, moulding those perfect little cheeks until he was groaning with burning need.

MC lay on her back on the rug, her skirt twisted up around her waist, her legs spread for him. He stared at her, his hand caressing her hip. "You are so fucking sexy," he said. "You drive me crazy, MC."

She grabbed hold of his tie that was hanging loosely from his open collar, and she pulled him down for a kiss. "Fuck me," she moaned. "I want it, I want you."

She was so fucking tight, hot and soft too, her walls slick, amazing, as he fucked her. Last night it had been dark, but here, soft summer daylight filtered through the window. Not only could he hear her pleasure, he could see it too. Her face was flushed, and the way she creased her brow, her mouth parted as she uttered those sexy little cries. Fuck, it made his cock throb madly.

She seemed to like it hard and fast, and he gladly gave her what she wanted, grunting in his efforts to please her. He stared down at where they were joined, watching, mesmerised at the sight of his cock sliding in and out, coated with her slick. It drove him crazy, his blood thrumming with fierce lust. This was the stuff of his deepest fantasies. The sound of her moans filled his ears, and he never wanted it to stop. A deep wave of possessiveness swept over him, he wanted her, completely. He wanted to call her his.

He could feel his climax edging closer, the need to fill her with his spunk making his head spin, his grip tightened under her thigh, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. "MC," he groaned. "You feel so good....mmm..."

She reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand. He closed his eyes, his desire exploding into white spots behind his lids. His climax rushed over him, he buried himself as deep as he could go, filling her with hot release. He could love her he realised. It shook him.

Afterwards, they lay on the rug against her cushions, she had her head on his chest, her fingers trailing little circles across his stomach under his shirt. It tickled a little, but he let her do it, any excuse to keep her hands on him.

"I appreciate the way you didn't broadcast what happened between us," she said. She shifted to look at his neck. "Especially considering the evidence."

"Like you said last night in the pub, you don't kiss and tell, right? It's only fair to do the same."

She nodded. "Although, Imelda and Ominis may have figured it out," she said. "I didn't tell them any details, but they know I was with you."

She sounded as though she might be worried about that. He would happily stand on top of the Astronomy Tower and shout it out to the world, holding her like this, getting to have sex with her like that, damn, it was pretty fucking amazing in his eyes. But, if she wasn't comfortable with people knowing, then he would keep quiet, anything to be able to touch her like this.

"Garreth knows," he admitted. "But I've already made it clear not to tell anyone else. He's good, I can trust him. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, it's alright. I can be your little secret."

Her hand stilled on his stomach, then she slid it out from under his shirt. He looked down at her as she brought her hand to his face. She brushed her thumb over his lips, then those pretty eyes of hers met his. "I have no idea what this is between us. I couldn't tell you," she said. "But, I'm not ashamed of it, neither am I ashamed of you. Please don't ever think that, Leander. I'm no angel, believe me, but I'm not a complete bitch. I don't want to hurt you."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

She shrugged. "I honestly don't know," she said. "But, I want to keep seeing you. Maybe that's why I wanted to show you this place."

He looked around the room. A thought occurred to him and he tensed. "Did you bring Sallow here?"

She sat up and pushed her fingers through her hair with a sigh. "No, he doesn't know about this place. I've only been coming here a few months, and as far as I can tell, I'm the only one who does."

"Thank you for trusting me with it," he said. "I would have kept the secret, even if you hadn't kissed me, you know."

She smiled and reached for his hand. She studied it, running her finger tips along his fingers, and tracing the thin scar on his thumb. She seemed to like his hands, she was always touching them.

"About Sebastian..." She hesitated. He winced. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear this.

"We're not a couple, we've only ever been friends, but I won't lie to you. We used to sleep together," she admitted. "It's been a while since we have, but I don't think he is going to be too happy about us. I need to talk to him."

He swallowed, thinking over her words. She had said 'us'. It made his heart flutter a bit. That got to him more than worrying about Sallow. Him and Sebastian were always bickering, that was nothing new. This time though, he was actually winning.

"I'm not too worried about him," he said. He tucked her hair behind her ear, relishing the softness. "He has been making digs all morning about my neck. It's pissing him right off that I won't tell him who did it. Quite funny actually."

She grinned and slithered closer, arms wrapping around his neck. She pressed her nose to his and his pulse fluttered. "I quite like the idea of having you as a naughty little secret," she said. "It's rather exciting."

Her kiss was getting him warmed up again, his cock twitching with interest. He cupped a breast, soft and gorgeous in his hand. Gods, he could really get used to this.

....*....

The numbers and symbols kept merging together on the page and MC rubbed her eyes and groaned. She hated Arithmancy, with a passion, but the exam was in a few days and she had to get this right. She hated losing.

It didn't help that her mind kept drifting off, her thighs squeezing pleasantly, as she thought about her afternoon spent doing very naughty things with Prewett. His confidence was growing and she found it so very sweet. For the last few days she had been meeting him in her secret hideaway, spending hours learning each other's bodies. She bit her lower lip and smiled.

The gate to the Undercroft opened and she turned, expecting Ominis, she had told him she would be here. But it was Sebastian who strolled in, and his face lit up when he saw her. "Ah, there you are," he said. "You've been a bit of a stranger lately. I've not seen you around much."

She tapped her study book. "Revising," she groaned.

Sebastian came up behind her, looking over her shoulder at her book. He screwed his nose up. "Hmm, this looks incredibly boring," he said. His breath tickled her hair and she shivered. He moved his mouth closer. "Fancy a bit of dueling practise? That should liven things up a bit."

She swallowed. It felt strange. She used to love it when he spoke like that into her ear, but now it felt like she was doing something wrong. She immediately thought of Leander and flushed.

Sebastian caught her reaction and read it differently. He pressed soft, teasing lips against her neck, sliding his mouth up to her ear. Goosebumps erupted everywhere, she wasn't made of stone for fuck sake, but this was wrong. She gasped and reached to quickly close her study book. Sebastian stopped kissing her.

"Dueling practise does sound like a good idea," she said, quickly, loudly. She stood up from her seat, stepping out away from his seductive mouth. "Why don't you set the training dummies up while I put my books away?"

He gave her a look through narrowed eyes. "Alright, you're the boss."

It did feel good to fire spells, and MC found that some of the tension was easing from her shoulders. Exams were tough, especially when she still felt like she was behind everyone else, no matter how hard she worked, or the fact that she had saved the school. She liked being the best, hated being on the back foot.

They took a break, the air smoky and smelling of charred training dummy. Sebastian pulled a flask of firewhiskey from his pocket and handed it to her. She took a sip. "Bit early in the day for this isn't it?"

"I'm celebrating," he said. He gave a little shrug, his face a bit tense. "The house in Feldcroft finally sold."

She stared at him. "Really? So, that means you will be moving."

He nodded. "London," he said. "I've been offered a job at the Ministry, I start after graduation."

She gasped. "But that's great!" She hurried to him, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's a new start for you, Seb. I'm so happy for you. Does Ominis know yet?"

"That he does, in fact, he is coming to London with me. We are going to share an apartment," he said. He lifted his head to look at her, their arms still holding each other. He stared right at her. "Say you'll come with us."

She stared, shocked. "What?"

He blushed a bit. Panic fluttered in her chest. "It's going to be weird not having you so close. I know you said you weren't sure what you were going to do after graduation, so I thought I would offer you the chance to come with us."

"I...wow," she said. "I wasn't expecting that at all. I had thought to stay in Hogsmeade for a while, I mean, I have the shop after all."

"Penny looks after it most of the time though, doesn't she? Or, you could sell it?" He gently put his hand to her face. "I would much rather have you with us than stuck here."

"But, I like it here," she said. "Scotland is the first place to ever feel like home to me. And that shop is the first thing I've ever owned. I worked hard to get that place. Why would I sell it?"

He frowned. "Why keep it? Why put up with that pesky poltergeist who is more annoying than Peeves, and that's saying something! Come to London with us, if not for me, then for Ominis. I know you two are close."

She pulled back out of his embrace, feeling like he was trying to railroad her into doing what he wanted. He was far too good at that. She shook her head. "I'm not sure, Sebastian. Maybe I could come for a visit, once you're both settled. I mean, what's the rush?"

His mouth tightened. "What's going on with you? You've been...distant lately."

She turned away, moving towards the table to gather up her study books. "I'm just stressed about exams," she said. "It's a big deal. I don't want to fail."

"What does it matter when you're just going to settle in your little shop?"

She tensed. "It matters to me," she said. "You more than anyone knows how hard I've worked to catch up. I need to prove to myself that I can do it. I want to leave here knowing I did a good job."

She turned and he was right there, in front of her, she startled. He went to touch her and she flinched back. His brow furrowed. "There's something else, isn't there? What are you not telling me?"

Her heart thudded madly. She should just tell him, but the words were stuck in her throat. The realisation struck her that she was really interested in Leander, whatever she said, she didnt want to make a mess. She wanted to stay on the path she had stumbled upon, and Sebastian was a ticking time bomb.

Her biggest fear in all of this was losing them both.

"Please, Seb, don't push me," she said. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

His face went through a myriad of emotions. "Is there something wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I promise, its nothing bad," she insisted. "I just need to figure out a few things, that's all."

She hated the fear in his eyes, but he would just have to be patient. She turned and left the Undercroft.

....*....

"Hey, Prewett, that Slytherin girl is waiting outside the common room for you, you know the one, she wears those tight trousers in Crossed Wands."

Leander looked up from his game of wizard's chess towards the 5th year who had spoken to him. Oh, he knew the one alright. He looked across the chess board at Garreth, who grinned.

"I guess we will be continuing this game another time then, mate," Garreth said. He dropped his voice to a whisper as they both stood. "Meeting you outside the common room now? It must be serious."

Leander flushed. "I'll catch up with you later."

MC was waiting for him, books clutched in her arms, her face a bit pale and tired. She gave him a smile as he approached. "You don't fancy helping out a Slytherin damsel in distress do you?"

His brow furrowed immediately. "Of course, what's up?"

She cringed. "The Arithmancy exam is tomorrow and I am freaking out," she said. "I swear I have forgotten everything. Seeing as you're a genius at this stuff, I figured you might be able to help me."

"Now that I can do," he smiled. "Usual place?"

She tilted her head. "Actually, I was thinking maybe the library? Or, it's a nice day, we could sit out in the grounds."

His stomach fluttered. Not in secret. Out in the open. He would have to be careful with his hands. They had a habit of touching her.

"Outside sounds good, but on one condition," he said. She lifted her eyebrows curiously. "We take snacks."

So, that was how he found himself under a tree near the lake, sharing sugary treats and pumpkin juice with her, study books in laps. She was smarter than she gave herself credit for, but he enjoyed going over the work just the same, teaching her his little tricks for the equations.

As they were chatting, his sister, Muriel ran over, her braided hair swinging each side of her face. "Hi, Lee-Lee," she called.

MC gave him a look. "Lee-Lee?"

He blushed a little. "She's called me that ever since she could talk."

Muriel came to a stop, puffing a little. She handed him a box. "Mummy sent a parcel, she asked me to share these with you. Its her homemade plum tarts."

He took the box and opened it. They smelled like the kitchen at home. "Thanks," he said. He held the box towards MC. "Would you like one?"

She looked down and licked her lips. "Your mum sends you baked goods?" She took a tart carefully from the box and sank her teeth into it. "Mmm, these are amazing!"

Muriel plopped down onto the grass next to MC. "Hi, I'm Muriel," she said. She studied MC for a beat. "You're the Hero of Hogwarts. Lee-Lee has told me about you, he said you were pretty, and for once he is telling the truth."

MC smiled. "That's very sweet of you to say," she said. She held out her hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you Muriel, I'm MC. And thanks for the tart, your mum is a great cook."

"You should try her chicken pie, it's the best," Muriel said. "Are you my brother's girlfriend?"

"Muriel!" He gasped. Gods, little sisters were embarrassing!

MC chuckled and wiped tart crumbs from her lips. "Well, I am a girl and I am his friend," she said. She leant towards Muriel, a curious smile on her lips. "Do you think he would make a good boyfriend?"

Muriel looked at Leander and nodded. "He does give the best hugs."

"Hmm, interesting," MC replied. The look she gave him made his pulse race.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your friends, or class or something, Muriel?" He asked. His cheeks were rather warm, and he risked another look at MC. She was staring at him, a soft look on her face.

Muriel got to her feet, brushing grass from her robes. She gave them both a cheeky grin. "You two should absolutely snog," she giggled. "I can tell my friends that my brother is in love with the Hero of Hogwarts then. Imagine that!"

He wanted the ground to swallow him up, whole. He jumped to his feet. "Right, that's it!"

Muriel shrieked and burst into high pitched giggles as he went to chase her across the grass. He could hear MC's laughter as he whipped out his wand and caught Muriel with the tickle charm. Muriel begged for mercy through her laughter, and he made her promise to behave in front of his friends.

She did promise. But, as she began her walk back to the castle she stuck a cheeky tongue out at him, her grin wide.

He returned to MC, apologising as he sat. She looked at him. "Don't apologise, Leander. You're sister is cute, and cheeky. I like her."

He chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip, twirling his wand artfully in his fingers, another little habit of his. He was uncertain, but that soft look she had given him, her question about if he would make a good boyfriend. It made him brave.

"You know, you really should get a chance to try my mum's chicken pie," he said. "Maybe after graduation, if you're not busy, you could come for dinner, or something. With my family. Only if you want to, of course, no pressure."

She stared at him for the longest time. She really did look tired, and there was a mixture of sadness and curiosity in her gaze. He wondered what she was thinking.

Then, she smiled. She put her hand on his. "I would love to come to dinner, thank you."

....*....

That night, MC crept across the dorm and climbed in beside Imelda. She grunted in protest and jabbed MC with her elbow. "I'm sleeping. What is it you want?"

MC sighed. "Well, Sebastian asked me to move to London with him and Ominis, and Leander asked me to visit with his family after graduation. So, there's that."

Imelda was wide awake now, she shuffled to face MC properly. "Fuck! What are you going to do?"

"I don't want to live in London, and I told Leander I would visit," MC said. She looked at Imelda. She sucked in a deep breath. "Two things that are keeping me awake. One, I need to tell Sebastian no, always a tricky one, but this is a big deal, and its a fire cracker waiting to go off. And two...I think I'm falling for Prewett, and it scares me. I've never loved anyone before."

Imelda let out a long, low whistle. "For fuck sake MC, why is your life always about the drama?"

"Tell me about it."

"I can't believe you love Prewett," Imelda said, shaking her head. "Does it make you happy?"

MC's mouth curved into a small smile, and nodded. "It does."

Imelda stroked MC's hair back from her face. "You deserve it MC, don't be afraid of loving someone, not if he makes you happy. Fuck what anyone else thinks, especially Sallow. If he is any kind of friend to you, then he will be as happy for you as I am, even if it is that bloody lanky Gryffindor."

MC chuckled and hugged her friend. It was just what she needed to hear.

....*....

Around school, MC was quiet, strained. She had been snapping at people, and during Crossed Wands she had annihilated her opponents with a vicious fury. Leander thought perhaps it was exam stress, and while he was worried for her, he couldn't complain about the side effects.

She took out her stress on him in private, but in a deeply satisfying way. The sex was hot! She was insatiable and he was happy to oblige. He was bloody knackered though!

True to his word, he had kept his mouth shut, he was her little secret, but it was becoming harder to not touch her in public. Even more so when he would catch her staring at him, her eyes dancing with promise. It was highly distracting, he had his own exams to concentrate on, especially if he wanted to secure a role as a professor. But, he was so caught up in the searing whirlwind that was MC, he was even struggling to eat. He was absolutely smitten, love drunk, obsessed, and Garreth was totally making the most of ribbing him for it.

He honestly didn't care. He was making the most of it, because graduation was only two weeks away, and then, she would be gone. He tried not to think about it.

After a particularly sweltering Quidditch session, a relaxed end of term practice game, Leander headed for the showers. He was hot and irritated. Sallow was being a dick today and he had to keep biting his tongue. He had to be so careful he didn't slip up and say something he shouldn't.

And it seemed Sallow wasn't done yet. As Leander was dressing, Sallow came and sat on the bench near his locker. "You never did spill the beans on who marked up your neck, Prewett." He gave him a sly smirk. "Come on, it's just us lads here. You can tell us. Are you still tapping it?"

Leander grit his teeth and noticed Garreth's concerned glance. "Why are you so interested, Sallow? Not enough action in your own sex life?"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "I manage," he said. "Either she's embarrassing, or she's embarrassed of you." He stood, smirking smugly.

Leander tried to ignore him, shutting his locker and picking up his robes. "It's none of your business, Sallow," he said, tightly. He began to head for the exit, trying not to let Sebastian's words get to him. MC had told him she wasn't ashamed of what they did, but they were still a secret. It was easy to imagine that she might very well be embarrassed. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor, her ex a particularly smug Slytherin.

He heard Sallow's chuckle and his hand itched to pull out his wand. He would love nothing more than to send the bastard flying against the lockers, and get right up in his face and tell him how MC moaned his name as he fucked her. That would wipe the cocky little smirk off Sallow's face for sure.

He even hesitated at the door, seriously considering acting out that little fantasy, but then he thought of MC's smile, the way she played with his hands when they lay in each other's arms. That meant something, and he couldn't risk losing it. Biting back the words with effort, he clenched his hands into fists and left the changing rooms.

....*....

MC needed to blow off steam and she couldn't find Leander. One more exam left. One more attempt to show her best, and then she could relax. At least, that was her hope. She was still looking for somewhere to live, the shop not ideal with an insane poltergeist having free reign at night. She needed her own place.

With no Leander to tease and delight her, she opted for violence instead, donning her adventuring gear and heading for the Forbidden Forest. A few good scraps ought to release the coiled spring inside her.

As she left via the North exit, she heard her name being called. She turned and saw Sebastian heading her way, fresh from the Quidditch changing rooms, hair still damp. "And where are you off to dressed like that?"

"I'm in need of a distraction," she said. "Want to join?"

His smile was sinful. "Do you have to ask?"

It didn't take long for them to find some prey. Poachers, laughing as they kicked at the bars of their cages, the Mooncalf babies inside looking terrified. "Bastards," MC hissed.

"Don't worry, my love," Sebastian said. "We're here now."

MC glanced at him, surprised at the endearment that had slipped from his lips. She pushed it aside and concentrated. She slipped through the trees with barely a sound and took out two poachers silently. Sebastain had moved around the other way and she saw another poacher disappear into the undergrowth.

A shout signalled they had been discovered and then the spells began to fly. MC was pumping with adrenaline, loving the fight, the dangerous edge to it. Her and Sebastian ended up back to back, fighting off the last few.

His hand brushed her waist as he dodged a spell and she looked down, distracted, the moment making her miss out on the cast from the poacher she had been facing. His spell hit her chest and she was thrown back into Sebastian. They both sprawled in the dirt. She coughed, feeling choked, fluid bubbling up her throat, searing pain on her chest.

Sebastian swore and fired off the last few spells, blocking her while fighting off the last of them. And then he was kneeling beside her. Her vision was becoming blurry, her chest hurt, and her thoughts were spinning. Gods, what if she died? What if she died out here in the forest, and she hadn't told Leander how she really felt? She mumbled something, words spilling from her lips as she clutched at Sebastian's robes.

"MC, you're alright, it's okay, here..." He pulled a potion from his robe and got her to somehow gulp it down around the bitter blood pooling in her throat.

"My pocket," she choked. "More remedies..."

He took care of her, gently stroking her face and hair while the healing Potions and salve worked. It wasn't the first time they had done something like this. Either him healing her, or the other way around. It came with the territory when you sought out trouble.

Eventually, she sat up, her breathing becoming less painful, the blood no longer choking her throat. Sebastian handed her his flask of fire whiskey and she took a sip. "Thank you," she said.

He stared at her. "Tell me the truth," he said. She looked at him. "Tell me it's not you. Tell me you're not Leander's secret lover."

He looked pained, furious, his jaw clenched. He was holding back, she could see it. He was holding a tight reign on his temper because she had been injured.

She swallowed and smoothed her hair back. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Tell me the truth," he hissed. "You said his name, just now, while you were choking. You..."

He grit his teeth and looked away. "Yes, or no, MC. Are you fucking Prewett?"

Her face hardened. She refused to feel bad about it. She had done nothing wrong. "I am," she said.

Sebastian went rigid. He couldn't look at her. "Can you stand?" He asked, tightly. "Do you think you could walk?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, and got to her feet to prove it.

He stood too, his face turned away. "Good," he said. He lifted his wand and sent a powerful blasting spell towards the poacher's supplies, the whole lot exploding into a fiery inferno. The scream of rage that left him made her flinch. And then he was gone, running for the path and away from her.

"Sebastian!" She yelled. But he didn't look back. Not once. Not even as her shout brought on a fit of coughing from her weak throat.

Oh shit. The ticking time bomb had exploded.

I know this was long, but I really wanted to get to know this Leander and MC. There will be a part 3 - Sebastian is furious, MC is falling hard for Leander, and what happens after graduation?

MC's hideaway is a real place in the game. I wanted to include the Arithmancy doors for the plot.

Thank you for reading, and I hope the Leander fans are happy 💜 Part Three

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x leander prewett #leander prewett smut #leander prewett #leander prewett x f!mc #leander prewett fic #blueraineshadows

[little-emerald-snake]

Are you still taking requests? Would you do double penetration f!mc one in her p one in her backdoor? Could be with Leander and garreth or Ominis and Sebastian take your pick

Double the Gryffindor’s - Garreth Weasley X Leander Prewett X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: threesome m/m/f, FWB, double penetration, unprotected p-in-v, unprotected anal sex

1k words

Garreth had always had a soft spot for his roommate and best friend, Leander. When Leander had come to him, confiding that he was feeling pent up and horny, constantly having to evacuate the room when Garreth had his fuck buddy over, Garreth felt a bit sorry.

At first he’d thought about maybe taking Leander to the pub to find him a lass to hook up with. But after thinking more about it, he’d decided to instead have a chat with his fwb to see if she’d be down for a threesome.

She’d hesitated at first but eventually agreed when Garreth had described his plan, when he’d been so excited explaining it to her she didn’t have the heart to deny him.

Leander wasn’t bad looking or anything, but there had always been a certain…stigma surrounding him that he was whiny and snobbish. Yet all the experiences she’d had with him had been pleasant, willing to leave his and Garreth’s shared dorm so they could have the privacy to hook up whenever they pleased.

When she’d arrived the next day, Leander had already begun reaching for a book, gathering his things to evacuate the room for them. Garreth grinned from ear to ear at the look on his best mate's face when she’d simply wagged her finger at his roommate, pointing back at the bed he’d stood up from.

He did as she instructed, confused albeit refusing to say anything. “What’s going on? I thought you’d be coming over to get cozy with Garreth. Are you guys going somewhere else today?”

She shook her head, grinning as she grabbed the book from his hand, setting it aside to his bedside table before pushing against the center of his chest till he laid back on the rumpled red duvet of his bed.

She climbed up to straddle his lap, watching with a smile as he blinked, mouth trying to form words desperately. “Not today, Lee. I wanna play with you today. We both do, actually.”

Leander’s eyes shot to Garreth who leaned against the bed post of his own bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, waving with his fingers. “That’s right mate. Said you’ve been pent up lately, right? I thought maybe I’d share my favorite little stress reliever. She’s happy to oblige, as you can see.”

Leander’s glance snapped back to her and she sat, straddling his waist innocently. He took a shaky breath, trying to process what was happening. “I-is this your way of playing some fucked up prank on me, Gaz?”

Garreth pushed off his bed post, coming to stand at the foot of Leander’s bed, fingers gripping onto the top of the wooden frame. “No pranks, mate. I genuinely want to share. Figured I could get you laid and fulfill a little fantasy I have all in one go. If you’re down, that is.”

Leander swallowed and much to his horror, the girl in his lap shifted, sliding back to see the tenting of his pants. “Damn, Lee. You might be bigger than Garreth here.”

Leander’s mouth popped open in surprise and Garreth chuckled, coming around to stand behind her. “Hey now, don’t start slamming me when I’ve given you rights to get dicked down by my best mate.”

She giggled, turning back to Leander who still laid open mouthed below her. “So, Lee. Are you down or not? Because I’d really like to feel all this…” she caressed his cock through his trousers. “inside of me tonight.”

Leander peered over her shoulder to Garreth, who nodded at him with a genuine smile. His eyes met hers again and she gave him a lusty smile, still caressing him through his pants. “Y-yea. I guess I’d be down. How exactly will this work…we take turns or something?”

Garreth chuckled, leaning over her and pushing her skirt up. Leander’s mouth went dry. “Nope. I’m gonna fuck her ass and you’re gonna fuck her tight little cunt.”

She worked his pants open, not minding as Garreth slid her panties down and helped her out of them. “H-have you ever-“

She pulled his pants down, exposing his length which bobbed needily. “Have I ever taken two cocks? No. Have I done anal? Yes. Garreth is an ass man above all else.”

Garreth spanked her playfully, while undoing his pants with his free hand. “Don’t act like you don’t love it sweetheart. There’s no denying you’re a good little anal slut when I need you to be.”

She hummed in satisfaction, sliding herself across Leander’s stiffened length for friction. “Gods, you feel so good, Lee. Need to feel you…”

Leander looked absolutely dizzy below her, face red as he watched her grind against his cock. When she reached down and slid him inside his head tipped back. A gasp spilled past her lips and she slid all the way down his cock.

Garreth groaned at the sight, using a wandless lubrication charm before sliding himself between her cheeks. “You’re little pussy looks so good wrapped around his cock, sweetheart. Gonna look positively divine speared on both our cocks.”

She went starry eyed, so full from both of them that her lips popped open with a moan. “S-so full. All that talk about bravery with you Gryffindor’s but no mention of incredible cocks.”

Garreth grinned, thrusting gently which had her rocking forward on Leander. “Holy shit. Can feel him filling your pussy, making your ass even tighter for me.”

She clenched down, which tore a moan from Leander, who reached up to grab her hips and thrust into her. All three of them groaned in unison. Garreth and Leander worked together and got into a rhythm, grinding into her, against each other. She was pleasantly unraveling between them, giving into the intense pleasure they wrung from every last bit of her, sending her to multiple shaking orgasms.

Garrath was the first to finish, filling her ass with his cum before pulling out and sitting back to watch as she rode Leander. Garreth groaned, watching as his cum dripped down to her pussy and mixed with her juices.

She rode Leander till he stilled deep inside of her, climax hitting him like a tsunami and dragging her to another shaking orgasm in the process.

The two settled with her collapsed on his chest, both panting in an attempt to regain breath. Garreth, now cleaned up and fully clothed, came to lay beside them on the bed. “I think we should get into some more fun like this more often, what do you guys think?”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley #leander prewett fanfiction #leander prewett smut #leander prewett #threes0me #little emerald snake

[faerybones3]

The Many Delights of Detention

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (MC)

Sebastian helps you search for something you need, but he’s a piss poor look-out

wc: 2k

ao3

tags: aged up characters, friends to lovers, sebastian is a pining idiot, suggestive making out, fluff, “un”requited love

If one were walking through the faculty wing of Hogwarts during this crisp autumn day, they would not notice anything entirely out of the ordinary at first glance. However, if they were to do a double take, they would most definitely notice the frustrated mumblings of a certain witch who was currently ransacking the private office of Professor Onai. 

“It’s got to be around here somewhere,” she mumbled to herself, casting a hushed revelio before continuing her search. 

Sebastian Sallow, who was walking nearby and had slowed his footsteps when he heard her, peeked into the office. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, an amused smile touching his lips as he watched her, completely oblivious to his presence. 

After another beat or two, he cleared his throat loudly, and she nearly jumped out of her skin before she turned around, eyes wide. 

“Sebastian, you twat,” she said in a loud whisper, relieved to find him instead of the angry teacher she had been expecting. “You scared me half to death.”

He chuckled. “And just what are you doing ransacking a professor’s private office?”

“Looking for something,” she said distractedly, continuing her search.

He waited a moment before making a gesture with his hands that said, “and what would that be?”

She glanced at him again, “Weasley gave me this field guide two years ago and I’ve been trying to find all the pages because they sort of . . . scattered all around the school.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Garreth?”

“No, you idiot, Professor Weasley. It’s supposed to help me catch up on my work load.”

He nodded absently, his mouth forming a little “o.”

“Why would you have to break in somewhere to find one though? Doesn’t make much sense to me,” he said, eyebrows now furrowed.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” she said, slightly irritated at not having found the page yet. “But you have no idea how hard it is to find the bloody things,” she continued, her words descending back into exasperated mumbling. 

He stood there watching her for a minute, amused at her frustration, and decided if he was going to be an accomplice, he might as well keep a look out for teachers. 

She cast revelio once again and then seemed to finally find what she was looking for in a tall bookshelf on the far side of the office. 

“Aha! There you are, you blasted thing,” she said, hurriedly grabbing the page that had seemed to appear out of thin air and stuffing it into a large book she had pulled out of her school bag. 

Sebastian looked out into the corridor as he heard faint footsteps from somewhere down the hallway. 

“Perfect timing, someone’s coming.”

She cursed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a tall armoire situated next to the large bookshelf and closing the doors softly behind them. The closet, though effective at hiding them, was not made for people to stand in and was a very tight fit. They were nestled up against each other, her chest brushing his and her hands still gripping his forearms. Sebastian tried his hardest to picture Leander Prewett in his mind’s eye so as not to focus on the hips that were currently pressed flush against his own. 

“Quite cozy in here,” he whispered, stifling a chuckle. 

She lifted her arm and he thought she might smack him, but she just pressed her palm against his lips to quiet him. He realized that someone had just entered the room they were in and he had almost given them away. Footsteps could be heard outside the cabinet, moving around the room. 

In an attempt to shift his weight from one foot to the other, Sebastian accidentally rustled the coat hangers above his head. 

The witch’s eyes widened as she realized what he had done and she animatedly mouthed “I hate you” at him as the footsteps neared the door to the cabinet, no doubt having heard the clatter. 

The doors opened and Professor Onai looked at them with a look of surprise, then disappointment on her face and she took in the sight before her. 

“It is always you two, isn’t it?”

—

Sebastian put down the book he was reading and gazed up at the witch who sat across from him in the Slytherin common room. She was deep in her own book, and he took the stolen moment to admire the contours of her face, the curve of her lips and the way her tongue darted out to lick her finger before she turned the page. It drove him nearly mad; she drove him mad. He had been desperately in love with her since their fifth year. He was initially intrigued by her when she burst into the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony, as everyone had been. But once she had boldly introduced herself to him in the Slytherin common room, he knew he was done for. Her quick wit and easy banter excited him and made it hard for him to keep up with her, but he was never one to run from a challenge. He supposed it also helped that she was devastatingly gorgeous. 

Throughout the last two years, he had been following her around like a lost puppy, eager to help her on her many expeditions around the highlands surrounding Hogwarts in the dead of night. They had grown unbelievably close, picking fights with Dugbogs and raiding lingering poacher camps. They always seemed to make a game of it, keeping count of who could free more beasts. She was perhaps the person he trusted most in the world, other than Anne and Ominis of course. 

Deep down, he knew he was a pining fool, as she had never given any indication of reciprocating his feelings to his knowledge, but he would do anything to be close to her, even if that meant he could never cross that boundary of friendship for as long as they lived. He was putty in her hands, and he didn’t mind it one bit. 

Her eyes rose to his, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“What are you looking at,” she said playfully, kicking his foot lightly underneath the table. 

He smiled at her, but before he could come up with a witty response, he heard Ominis’ voice from across the room. He sounded groggy and looked as though he had just woken up from a nap. He was making his way over to the pair. 

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?”

“Oh Merlin, I forgot,” said the witch, hastily rising from her spot on the couch and snapping her book shut. 

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just explain what you were doing in her office. You easily could have gotten out of this detention, you know,” Ominis said, sitting down in the spot she had just risen from.

“I know, but I couldn’t let Sebastian go all alone. He might just die of boredom without me there to keep him company,” she said, earning an eye roll from both boys. 

They gathered the rest of their things and bade farewell to Ominis before heading in the direction of the divination classroom. 

—

Their detention assignment was no less than what they had expected. They were to polish trophies in the trophy room without using magic for an hour or two. Professor Onai had left a while ago, seeming to trust them to get the job done without needing to be supervised. She told them before she left that she would come to collect them before dinner.

Sebastian sat, grumbling to himself, attempting to polish a particularly grimy trophy. 

His detention partner sat next to him, diligently polishing her share without complaint. He watched her as she worked, her nimble fingers sweeping gently over the gold and silver. He found himself wishing he were that quidditch trophy in her hands, being polished until he shined. She wouldn’t need to do much, he would already be shining just from her touch. 

“Someone’s got a staring problem today,” she said, not looking up from her work.

He flushed crimson and tore his eyes away from her. 

“Sorry.”

She looked up at him and smiled, reaching out a hand to touch his knee gently. His breath hitched in his throat at the contact. 

“I’m just teasing.”

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. 

When she went to remove her hand from his knee, his own hand shot out to cover hers. His eyes widened a bit at his own boldness, but the way she was looking at him now had him not caring in the slightest. 

As he looked into her eyes, he saw a glimmer of something. Hope? Desire? He didn’t know why, but he found himself moving closer to her from his seat on the floor. His heart was pounding so loudly against his ribs, he was afraid she could hear it. His face now dangerously close to hers, he looked at her with a silent question in his eyes. Her brief glance to his lips was answer enough. 

His body moved of its own accord, one hand moving to tilt her chin up. As their lips met, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him even closer, deepening the kiss. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and she eagerly opened for him, exploring his own mouth with her tongue. 

Sebastian’s free hand moved to fist the hair at the nape of her neck and she let out a breathy moan. He smiled against her lips, silently vowing to himself that he would do anything in his power to pull those noises from her lips whenever he could. Releasing her chin, he tugged on the front of her robes and she slid into his lap, practically straddling him. His hand now found the dip of her waist, fingers splayed and digging into her sides to keep her where she was. 

Her own hands had found a home at the nape of his neck, twisting into his hair. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he pulled away, diving down to her jaw and pressing syrupy sweet kisses there. He made his way to that sensitive spot behind her ear and dragged his teeth over her skin, making her head spin and her eyes flutter. He never knew heaven could taste this good. 

He pulled away and looked at her. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. 

She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

Just as he went in to devour her lips once more, they heard someone clearing their throat briskly, and turned to face whoever it was, pulling away from each other as if they had been struck by lightning. 

Professor Onai stood in the doorway to the trophy room, her eyebrows had all but disappeared into her hairline. 

“You are free to go to dinner now, thank you,” she said pointedly, shaking her head to herself before leaving them to clean up. 

As they looked back to each other, faces flushed with embarrassment, they both burst into laughter. The witch in Sebastian’s lap laid her head on his shoulder and he turned to kiss her temple. When she lifted her head to look at him, he gave her a shameless smile. 

“Care to continue where we left off?” He asked cheekily. 

She chuckled and smacked his shoulder lightly. 

“I’m starving, let’s go.”

He deflated a bit as she lifted herself off him, his pants uncomfortably tight. But as he stood, he reached out to grab her hand and lifted it to his lips, a silent promise.

She smiled and let her hand comfortably rest in his grasp. He didn’t let go all the way to dinner.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic

[ellivenollivander]

Days Go By Fast

Anyone remember when @applinsandoranges played that lyric prompt game like, a month ago? Yeah, well this is the fic I wrote for the prompt I received. Which was: "Sit back and witness sheer chaos" Summary: "It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?" In which the Weasley's eldest son turns 11, and MC wants to throw a big party for him, and then stresses out about it. Her husband comes to the rescue. Pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!MC Rating: SFW! Fluff! Silly Fun Family Fluff! A/N: I saw the word chaos, and my brain immediately went to WEASLEY CHILDREN. Also, I named all of the children. It was just easier to write that way.

“Mind his head now, there you go, love.” Garreth's girls seemed to never get enough of holding their new baby brother, he and his wife had assumed it was something akin to a honeymoon phase. Though here they were, six weeks later still bouncing on their toes, begging to hold him whenever he was brought within three feet of their presence.

Lionel now safely resting in his sister's arms, Garreth turned to his eldest son, ruffling his hair “You wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on them would you, Finn? It would be just for a moment. While I go check to see if your mother has blown up the kitchen in her panic.”  

Finn smiled, his hand running gently over the baby's head before rolling his eyes in a way that looked much like his mother. 

“Please go, I’ll make sure they don’t drop ‘em.” 

Garreth tried his best not to turn his elder children into bonus parents for his younger ones, something he had grown up with in his large family. However, he felt a swell of pride each time Finn stepped in to help of his own accord, with a smile. 

He knocked his knuckles against his son's chin with a grin, before taking his leave. Heading towards the kitchen where he knew his wife was flitting around in a panic, preparing for today. He chose to ignore the bickering of his daughter's flabbergasted defenses at Finn having the gall to suggest they’d drop their brother. 

MC was indeed in a state. The hair she had spent nearly half an hour tying up in the mirror this morning was hanging in frizzy tendrils around her face, now held up only by her wand. The wrap she normally carried Lionel around the house in was now drooping loosely around her abdomen, and she was absolutely covered in various baking ingredients. “I told you I’d take care of the cake, MC.” Garreths voice was light with laughter and bewildered amusement at his beloved wife. Who was desperate to make Finn's eleventh birthday party a memorable one. Of course, their son had received his owl with his Hogwarts acceptance letter last week, on his actual birthday. Face crimson red with delight, and loud cheering around the kitchen table when he had received his first proper bit of post just for him. 

Garreth had managed to convince his wife to push his birthday party back a week. A compromise to what he had been really pushing for, which was no party at all. Knowing his kind and responsible son would be just as happy with his favorite dinner and a cake.  

Garreth had been worried about the toll the stress of planning and hosting a large party would take on his wife, so soon after giving birth to their littlest boy. He wanted her to rest, soak up as much time as she could with their newest addition whilst she was still on maternity leave from the ministry. 

Though, of course, his wife was hearing none of it. Her desire to celebrate their eldests first big milestone in the magical world, turning eleven, going to Hogwarts was passionate enough to squash any of Garreth’s defenses. 

He had tried his best to shoulder as much of the responsibility for the party as his wife would allow, which wasn’t nearly as much as he had hoped. 

“Is that egg?” Garreth had rounded on his wife, tugging the bowl from her hands and swiping a finger across the goo on her cheek. She slapped him away, a blush on her cheeks. 

“I can bake a cake for my son, Gar.” 

“As can I, and I can do it without frightening the children. Delia said you were cursing at my moms cookbook. Now, what did it ever do to you?” He set the bowl on the counter, pressing a small kiss to her temple, seemingly the only place she hadn’t managed to muck up with her attempts at baking. Just as MC was defending her tirade against her mother-in-law's cookbook, there was a knock at the door and Garreth winced at the panic filling his wife's eyes, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. 

“Don’t freak out, love. It’s just Lee and his own posse.” 

Her panicked look didn’t fade, and anger flashed alongside it. 

“I asked them to come early, to help out, don’t bother fighting me on it. It’s already done. You just have to deal.” He booped her nose with his finger, a grin on his face that he knew made his wife soften to him. She narrowed her eyes, before bolting out of the room and up the stairs to clean herself up, cursing as she went and her husband's laugh following her along the way. 

“Delia, you should know better than to open the door by yourself.” The sound of the front door clicking shut accompanied his best friend's stern tone. “I knew it was you, Uncle Lee!”

Garreth continued grinning as he cleaned up the mess MC left behind, listening to his best friend chastise his youngest daughter. The thrilled shrieks of the rest of his children soon followed at the arrival of their Aunt and Uncle and their children. “Oh? You knew it was me did you? Can you see through doors now? Don’t yell, your baby brother's little ears are sensitive, you hellions.” Garreth had just finished scourgifying the last of the batter, before pausing his work to join them back in the living room to greet his best friend and his family.  “Oh please, the little brute won’t even sleep unless his siblings are making a ruckus. Poor lad has never known a moment of silence.” 

Garreth couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the sight of this family in his living room. Leander had Delia wrapped against his chest, his fingers tickling her sides. Poppy was crouched beside Tilly, cooing at the baby still in her arms, and Lea was tucked into the corner with the Prewetts two children, Ruth and Oliver. Speaking in hushed tones and soft giggles, while Finn was desperately trying to breach their small circle, being held back by Lea’s hand on his forehead. 

The only thing missing from the picture was his darling wife, who had just reappeared down the stairs, looking as refreshed as a new mother of five could. She pinched Garreth’s side as she passed him, effectively ruining the moment of pride and love he was feeling, replacing it again with his usual playful attitude, making him swipe at her backside. 

MC glared back at him, but he could see the smile tugging at her lips, though it wasn’t long before a familiar look of stress and worry etched itself back into her features.

“You guys really didn’t have to come, you know. I had it handled.”  She shot daggers in Garreth’s direction as she spoke over the dull roar of the children and their noise. Poppy stood up, shaking her head with a smile. 

“Oh please, MC. I couldn’t imagine pulling off this party with five children at home let alone being six weeks postpartum.” She laid a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder. “We would have come early anyhow, even if your husband hadn’t asked us too, so don’t be too hard on him. He just wants to make this a great day. For Finn.” 

Both women turned to watch the boy in question, who was now trying to put his sister in a headlock in his attempts to catch sight of what the Prewetts had brought him for a gift. 

“Please stop torturing him, you three. Come on. Let’s go outside.”

-*- 

Soon enough, Garreths cake was cooling on the counter and everyone had been delegated a task to ensure everything got done in time for the rest of the plethora of guests that MC had invited to arrive. 

Much to her dismay, Garreth had sat MC down in the soft sunshine to nurse Lionel, alone whilst everyone else finished preparing for the party for her eldest baby boy. 

Garreths parents arrived next, an hour before the party was properly due to start and they immediately had been set to work in helping with the preparations. 

His mother started assisting Poppy in getting refreshments on tables in the garden. MC couldn’t help but smile watching Lea carefully carrying a pitcher of juice across the uneven grass. Her little face full of concentration, determined not to spill. 

Garreth had put his father and Leander to work in helping him raise a colorful tent around the tables, wands raised while Oliver and Finn looked on in wonder. Their little minds still enamored by magic in its simplest of forms.

Soon enough, guests started trickling in. Garreths siblings, their children, which really nearly filled their small garden on their own. Followed by neighbors and friends. All laden with gifts and good cheer for Finn, who had turned into the most gracious of hosts. Thanking each and every person that showed up with a big grin and red cheeks.  

Eventually, Garreths mother had even taken Lionel from her arms, and MC was left to do nothing but wander around the party. Keeping an eye on her children, on the tables seeming to never empty with Garreth and his mother circling them every so often, waving their wands when a dish seemed to dwindle in size. 

She watched as Lionel was passed to Poppy. A pout forming on her face and Leander shaking his head in exasperation before she could even speak her desire. 

MC caught sight of her other four offspring, each and every one having the time of their lives, and the evidence of her own baby fever. 

Garreths sister had charmed an old garden statue of a giant purple toad to spew water from its mouth, delighting all of the children present as they played in its spray. A welcome relief to the summer sun beating down on the party and its guests. 

She was so caught up in watching them, she didn’t notice her husband sidle up next to her with a butterbeer in hand and an arm around her waist. 

He kissed her cheek, pulling a leaf from her hair as he did so. Letting out a happy sigh as he joined her in surveying the party she had spent weeks stressing out over. 

“We pulled it off, love. Everyone’s having a great time. Especially Finn.”

The proud parents found their eldest son, trying to shove his cousins’ face into the frog's mouth. They laughed in exasperation when his grandfather pulled him back by the collar of his now very wet shirt. With the party now in a full, successful swing, Garreth reminds her to just try and enjoy the moment. To celebrate their little boy. 

“I can’t believe he’s eleven, Gar. I feel like I blinked and he went from being an infant and now he’s off to Hogwarts in a months’ time.” She tries to swallow the lump in her throat at the thought. Her chest tightening in anxiety about the boy who made her a mother being so far away from her. 

“I know.” His jaw was tight when she glanced at him, and her eyes threatened to fill with tears knowing he was feeling much similarly. He managed to pull his eyes off his son to his wife, and then they went wide. “Don’t you dare cry, or I’m going to cry and then Finn will never let us throw him a party like this again.”

MC laughed, fanning her heated face with her hand, trying to stop herself from blubbering like an idiot. Garreth pulled her tightly against his side once again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“We just have to relax, sit back and enjoy the sheer chaos that is our family.”

MC wrapped her arms around her Garreth's waist, and hummed happily in agreement, slowly letting all of the stress of the last few weeks go, letting herself soak up the sunshine and all of the love being poured out for her son.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x f!mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #leander prewett #poppy sweeting #various weasleys #I HAD FUN writing this once i got into the swing of it #domestic family fluff is my niche me thinks #ENJOY mwah #love you all #WEASLEY WEDNESDAY

[shadowtriovibes]

pt. iv: never let 'em see you sweat

pt. i: break a sweat || pt. ii: blood, sweat and tears || pt. iii: sweat it out

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (m receiving), shower sex, dirty talk

Summary: part iv: after the events of the Quidditch Cup final, you and Sebastian sneak away to do what you always do – but this time you don't get as far as the castle...

"Hang on… Did someone leave the shower on?” one of the boys asks, and you feel panic bubble up inside your stomach. Always quick on his feet, Sebastian calls out, “Larson, I’m just finishing up in here.” “Sallow!” Andrew calls out delightedly. “What in Merlin’s name are you still doing here? You ought to hurry up, I imagine your housemates are waiting on you to start the party.” “Won’t be long,” he insists – far too casually for someone who’s got his fingers inside you, you think. “Give me some privacy, will you? I’ve just been flying for an hour, I smell foul.”

By the time spring rolls around, few at Hogwarts are surprised that the Slytherin Quidditch team has rather easily carved a path to the Quidditch Cup final. Sebastian has played brilliantly all year, almost always securing the Snitch well before the opposing team can rack up anywhere near enough points to give the Slytherins a true challenge. Even when he doesn’t, Imelda’s intense training regimen has the Chasers in tip-top shape to earn enough points to secure a win regardless.

What is a surprise is that the Gryffindor team managed to claim the other spot, meaning that the possibility of a rematch between Sallow and Prewett was undoubtedly the hottest topic of conversation leading up to the final.

To others, Sebastian is convincingly calm about the matter. You, of course, can tell that he’s quite nervous – he’s having trouble sleeping at night, and his usually robust appetite has dwindled to practically nothing.

“Please eat some breakfast, Sebastian,” you ask him the morning of the match. “At least some toast.”

“I’m not hungry,” he insists sullenly.

You glance where his gaze is pointed and see that Leander Prewett is haughtily holding court at the Gryffindor table across the hall, already dressed head to toe in his uniform. Undoubtedly he’s bragging about how he’d almost one-upped Sebastian the last time the two of them had come to blows – probably leaving out that he surely would’ve wound up with Nurse Blainey overnight if he hadn’t apologized to you.

“Bash,” you croon, luring his attention away. “Don’t pay attention to him.”

“He’s a twat,” Sebastian grumbles.

“He is,” you agree. “And today you’re going to thoroughly trounce him and the rest of the Gryffindor team without coming to blows. Promise?”

“Sure,” he says unconvincingly.

“I heard Clopton was taking bets on whether you’d get into another fight,” Anne interjects with a grin. “He’s got fair odds on Prewett, but better ones if you duke it out with anyone else on their team.”

“Come now, Anne,” Ominis scoffs. “You know well and good that the best odds are on whether or not they use their wands this time.”

“You two are not helping,” you hiss.

By the time Sebastian leaves you to go warm up with the rest of the team, you’re a ball of nerves yourself. It only worsens when Hogwarts’ student body gets up en masse and makes its way down to the pitch. Anne and Ominis join you in the stands in the best seats you can wrangle, but even being the Seeker’s girlfriend doesn’t mean you can secure the prime seats down the front – those had quickly been snapped up by the most fervent of Slytherin supporters.

(Mostly excitable underclassmen who had arrived hours ago, but also some more senior girls who you are quite certain are only there to watch Sebastian.)

Once Kogawa starts the match, Sebastian and Leander both take off for opposite ends of the pitch. You have no way of knowing which one of them has spotted the Snitch already, but you think it’s likelier they’re both merely avoiding each other.

Sure enough, an hour flies by with little action from either Seeker. Thus far the Slytherin team has done a respectable job by putting their team into the triple digits, but Gryffindor’s Beaters are particularly vicious and manage to knock a Bludger into Priscilla Wakefield that sends her tumbling into the grass. All of a sudden your team is down a Chaser.

“Bollocks,” Anne grumbles.

“It’s going to come down to the Snitch now,” Ominis says ruefully. “There’s no way Slytherin wins without it.”

“Come on, Bash,” you whisper, watching him weave between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw sections in an easy loop, eyes fixed on the pitch.

Suddenly he swoops low toward the pitch and just barely skims the grass before he’s arcing high up into the air. The crowd around you gasps – surely he’s spotted the Snitch if he’s flying around like that, they must think.

But instead of heading back toward the ground or circling the pitch in pursuit of the glittering golden ball, you realize that he’s on a path to collide with the Slytherin students section. Then before your very eyes, Sebastian pivots at the last second, vaults himself off his broom and tumbles right over the railing and into the stands, leaving his Yew Weaver floating in midair fifty feet above the ground.

The crowd around you erupts into noise – shouts, scoffs and astonished yelps break through as he starts to muscle his way through the spectators and climb the stands toward you.

“Bash!” you yell, bewildered. “What in Merlin’s name do you think–”

He cuts you off with a bruising kiss when he reaches you, wrapping one arm around your waist to haul you against his chest. Someone near you catcalls, setting off a wave of delighted laughs, and you vaguely hear Violet McDowell make a very displeased sound.

“Sebastian!” Anne exclaims. “Have you actually lost your mind?!”

“You can snog any time, you oaf,” Ominis hisses. “You’re in the middle of a match!” 

“Not anymore I’m not,” he breathes against your mouth.

Without breaking away from you, Sebastian lifts his right fist into the air and reveals the thrumming Snitch he’d evidently scooped up right off the ground, its wings unfolding and fluttering proudly. The Slytherin section becomes impossibly louder as students begin to cheer and chant, “Sal-low! Sal-low! Sal-low!”

The announcer calls the match and far below you, Imelda hoists the Quidditch Cup into the air while the rest of the Slytherin team haphazardly lands on the ground and tackles her into one big group hug. Sebastian remains in the stands with you, one arm wrapped around you protectively while your fellow students bombard him with congratulations.

Slowly the student section empties onto the grass in a sea of green, with students splitting off in waves to return to the castle. You know the real party will be taking place in your common room, but the energy on the pitch is simply electrifying.

Sebastian gets a turn hoisting the cup high above his head and he even lets you have a go at lifting it, as well as both Anne and a bemused Ominis, who finds the whole thing just a touch too rambunctious for his tastes. Fortunately, as it was the last game of the season, Imelda doesn’t round up the team to go into the changing room to discuss their performance, which means most of the other players take off rather quickly.

At one point, you catch Sebastian looking at you with heat in his eyes, and a similar heat starts to pool low in your stomach.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask him teasingly. “Care to share with the class?”

“Not here,” he murmurs, glancing around at the crowd. “Come on.”

He takes your hand and starts to weave out of the crowd with you, making your way toward the tunnels where the empty changing rooms are located. The drop in volume is stunning once you duck inside the canvas tunnel, and by the time Sebastian pulls you into one of the changing rooms, it’s practically silent.

“Wow,” you whisper.

“It’s charmed so we can’t hear the crowds when we’re meeting in here,” Sebastian explains. “Bit intimidating otherwise.”

“Of course,” you breathe, but before you can say another word he’s pulling you against his chest once more and kissing you senseless, his gloved hands skimming across your body.

“B-Bash,” you stammer. “Let’s go, we – we can hurry back, c’mon.”

“I’m not going to make it upstairs,” Sebastian insists. “Love, I need you. Right now.”

“I do too, but what are you suggesting, we simply do it here?” you ask insistently. “We’re in public, Sebastian.”

“No one is here,” he explains. “The entire team went straight back to the common room to celebrate, we’re all alone.”

…He does have a point.

“All alone?” you murmur hesitantly. “You’re positive?”

Sebastian grins at you like he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you. “I’m quite sure.”

It’s honestly embarrassing how easy it is for Sebastian to talk you out of your robes. You’re stripped down to your chemise before you can even get him to take off his sporting cloak. Once you’re standing completely bare in the middle of the changing room and Sebastian is tugging off his dirt-stained trousers, you peer around the empty space. Save for the lockers, benches and a chalkboard covered in Imelda’s strategic illustrations, it’s largely empty.

“How are we going to do this?” you ask him skeptically. “Conjure a bed?”

“I have a better idea,” he says with a cheeky grin.

He takes your hand and starts to walk you to the back of the room. Around a corner you find a square, tiled room with six taps sticking out of the walls, looking much like ones lining the bathtub in the luxurious prefects’ bathroom.

“Are these showers?” you ask, surprised. “Wait. You’ve had a shower here this entire time?”

“I’ve never really used them much,” he says with a shrug. “Since the teams went co-ed, it doesn’t seem fair to make the girls walk all the way up to the castle to have a bath, so we let them use it.”

“How chivalrous,” you snort.

Sebastian turns on the taps and the room starts to fill up with steam from the warm water. You find yourself shivering standing there nude, so he gently walks you underneath the running water and smiles brilliantly while you gasp and giggle at the feeling of being soaked with water in such a large open room.

“Good idea?” he asks teasingly.

“Great idea,” you tell him as you tug him toward you for a lazy kiss.

You can feel that he’s already half hard at your hip, and thanks to the water it’s all too easy to reach down and slowly stroke him until he’s moaning into your mouth and bucking against your hand.

“Let me touch you,” he whimpers. “Merlin, I need to feel you.”

He walks you back against the cold tile wall and coaxes you into lifting a leg up onto his arm, knee hooked over his elbow so he can part your thighs and grind the head of his cock against your slit. He doesn’t dip inside, not yet, but that little bit of contact makes you both moan, the sound echoing off the tile.

He’s just worked two fingers inside you and is murmuring mindlessly about how good you feel when you hear the door to the changing room slam open. You both freeze.

“Why would it be in here?” a voice you don’t recognize asks.

“I don’t know,” another voice laughs, but you realize this voice belongs to Andrew Larson, one of the Ravenclaw boys in your year who shares Astronomy class with you and serves as captain for his house’s Quidditch team. “But I’ve looked everywhere else, so maybe I left it here after the game last week.”

“Just look quickly, alright? We’re missing the Slytherin’s party for this,” the stranger grumbles.

You’re trembling, one of your legs still lifted while Sebastian winks at you and curls his fingers inside you without saying a word. You squeak and slam your eyes shut – he’s evil for that, you think. 

“Hang on… Did someone leave the shower on?” one of the boys asks, and you feel panic bubble up inside your stomach.

Always quick on his feet, Sebastian calls out, “Larson, I’m just finishing up in here.”

“Sallow!” Andrew calls out delightedly. “What in Merlin’s name are you still doing here? You ought to hurry up, I imagine your housemates are waiting on you to start the party.”

“Won’t be long,” he insists – far too casually for someone who’s got his fingers inside you, you think. “Give me some privacy, will you? I’ve just been flying for an hour, I smell foul.”

Andrew and his companion both laugh understandingly.

“Fair enough,” he relents. “I’m just looking for a library book I’ve lost, if I don’t find it Scribner will have my head.”

“Good luck, mate,” Sebastian offers cheerfully.

Then he pulls his fingers out of you and lets you lower your leg so he can turn you around. Facing the wall of the shower, Sebastian nudges your thighs apart with his leg and lines himself up with your entrance. Aided by the water he easily sinks inside you and presses you against the wall. You gasp sharply, both at the intrusion and at the feeling of the cold tile against your hardened nipples.

“Shh,” Sebastian whispers against the back of your neck. “You must be quiet, love, or I’ll have to stop. D’you want me to stop?”

“No!” you whimper. “Please don’t stop.”

Your fingers claw at the wet tiles trying to grab onto something, anything to help ground yourself as Sebastian grinds deeper inside you. You feel exposed in a way you’ve never felt before, with no blanket to hide under or door to slam shut behind you. You’re bare in the middle of an open shower, and should either boy in the other room round the corner to the showers for any reason, you would have no way to hide what Sebastian is doing to you – what you’re doing together.

You had no idea that the threat of being caught like this, doing something so improper in such a public way, would be so erotic.

“Good girl,” Sebastian murmurs. “Be nice and quiet and they’ll never know you were here.”

You can hear Andrew and his friend chatting aimlessly about Ancient Runes while Sebastian fucks you, taking care to stick to slow, deep thrusts so the sound of wet skin on skin doesn’t alert the nearby boys to what’s truly going on.

Even without the quicker pace you both usually prefer, the slow, thorough fucking you’re receiving is enough to drive you mad. You feel claimed like this, like you were merely there in the stands that afternoon to offer Sebastian a wanton reward for his victory – a prize he can bury his cock in.

You can’t help the desperate keens that slip out every time he hits that sinful spot inside you that makes your legs tremble. Sebastian can tell you’re barely holding on, so he waits until he’s fairly positive he heard the changing room door shut behind Andrew and his friend before he starts to properly lay into you, hips smacking loudly against your ass.

“Touch me!” you plead in a desperate whisper. “Bash, I’m so close, please.”

He laces one hand with yours against the wall for leverage and slides his other around the front of you to find your clit. Three fingertips pressed right against that sensitive spot is all you need to see stars, and Sebastian chokes on your name when you reach your climax and go fiercely tight around him.

You’re still a panting, writhing mess after you come back to yourself, making Sebastian groan in frustration while you squirm from sensitivity on his cock.

“Love, if you can’t find a way to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet, I can certainly think of one,” Sebastian hisses.

“Please,” you whimper, expecting him to place a hand across your mouth and tip your head back so he can continue whispering pure filth in your ear.

But instead, he pulls out of you and grabs you by the hips to turn you around.

“On your knees,” he says softly. “Finish me off with that gorgeous mouth.”

Merlin’s beard.

You quickly drop to your knees on the wet tile and place your hands against Sebastian’s thighs. He’s so solid and warm here, even with the water still pouring over you both.

He holds his cock steady for you with one hand and with the other he tips your chin up so he can meet your gaze and whisper, “Tell me if it’s too much and we’ll stop, alright?”

Eagerly you nod and let your mouth fall open for him. He curses softly while he guides the tip of his cock inside your mouth, letting you briefly suck on the sensitive head before he starts to press in deeper. Your eyes drift shut while you take him and you concentrate on relaxing your throat so he can properly claim your mouth how he likes, until your nose brushes against the lowest part of his pelvis.

“Merlin, you’re so good at this,” he breathes. “Go on, love, show me how much you love to taste me.”

He’s a rotten scoundrel for saying it out loud, but you do love this. Sebastian tells you that most times he would prefer to be inside your body rather than your mouth if given the choice – he insists it’s too decadent, too self-serving. But that’s precisely why you enjoy it, you tell him; you get to simply pleasure him, and it feels entirely apt that you should do so after such a heroic win for your house.

On top of that, you’re quite taken with his cock.

The warm water of the shower has washed away all the sweat, dirt and grass that had clung to him even after he’d stripped off his uniform. Now he just tastes of slightly-salty skin and the bittersweet taste of the precum he’s leaking onto your tongue, and you're addicted to the way your lips have to stretch around him to accommodate his size.

You moan around the length of him in your mouth and his hips twitch eagerly.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Keep going.”

You slide your hands up the length of his thighs to his hips and pull him closer, coaxing him into rocking his hips toward your face. The whine you make around him is pitiful and needy.

“You want me to use this mouth, darling?” he asks you knowingly. “I’ve got to do everything myself, have I?”

You have to ask yourself, why is it that he’s maddeningly irresistible when he’s being an utter prick?

Sebastian laughs softly to himself, well aware that if you weren’t in the middle of sucking his cock you’d be rolling your eyes at him. He gently cups your face b your jaw and drags his thumbs along your cheeks. He’s done this with you before, but he’s always insistent on being exceptionally careful with you, reverently mindful of your trust in him.

Then he starts to carefully fuck your mouth, holding you still while he rocks his hips in and out. He takes his time to let you breathe between lazy thrusts and murmurs soft words of encouragement every time you swallow around him.

“Such a lovely mouth,” he sighs. “You’re going to swallow every drop I give you, aren’t you love?”

Yes, you wish you could say. Yes, Bash, all of it.

His pace quickens when he’s getting close, shifting away from those deep grinds that invade the back of your throat to more shallow thrusts that have him dragging the most sensitive part of him across your tongue over and over again. Your eyes are still shut but you can easily picture what he looks like: flushed red down to his chest, drops of water clinging to his shoulders, his wet curls hastily brushed off his forehead so he can see you on your knees for him.

“Open,” he gasps, and when he hastily pulls out, you open your mouth for him with just a tease of your tongue sticking out. Placing one hand on the wall behind you to support himself, his other wraps around his cock and swiftly strokes himself until he’s spilling onto your tongue, your bottom lip, even your chin.

You’re a mess: flushed, dazed and covered in Sebastian’s spend.

“Fuck’s sake,” he gasps. “Quite cheeky of you to look that good the second I finish.”

You smirk up at him and drag your tongue across your bottom lip, collecting some of his mess and sucking it off before swallowing what you’d caught in your mouth. His softening cock twitches weakly and he groans like he knows it would hurt, but he’d happily stuff himself back inside your mouth for as long as you’d let him right this very minute.

“Do you think we should properly shower now?” you ask softly. “So we can go to the party?”

“Forget the party,” Sebastian counters. “How about you and I go up to the Room and have our own little celebration?”

“You’re such a rake, Sebastian,” you sigh, accepting the hand he offers to stand up off the tile floor. “You just had me and you’re willing to put off celebrating with all your friends, your sister, and all the Butterbeer you can drink just to have me again?”

“...Yes?” he answers, as if confused why you’re even asking.

You just scoff and shove him under the running water, giggling delightedly when he sputters and whines at how the water plasters his hair to his forehead. You sweetly brush it back for him and give him a kiss to soothe his pride, letting him taste what remains of himself on your tongue.

When you do finally get redressed and join the party, Ominis makes a face like he knows exactly what the two of you were up to.

“You know,” he murmurs as you claim a spot on the wall next to him. “I heard Andrew Larson telling some of the other Ravenclaws that he heard Sebastian Sallow in the showers after the match – and that he thought he wasn’t in there alone.”

“W-what?” you stutter.

“I don’t suppose he had any company?” he asks casually. “I noticed you too were quite late to the party.”

“No,” you lie. “N-no, I just – went to the Room of Requirement afterward to drop something off.”

Then he deadpans, “Your hair is still wet.”

“There’s no way you could possibly know that!” you protest.

“I do now,” he smirks, and you curse under your breath.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #my fic #hogwarts legacy smut #alright let's pretend i did a good job with the historical accuracy of showers ksdjkdhfkgjhsdfkg #no one CAAAAAARES tho right? it's smut

[fierymiasma]

💔 Tear You Apart 💔 || Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Request: Are you still taking request? If you do, can i request angsty to fluff sebastian and f reader (optional) being off from each other after solomon died. He was rumored to be dating other students and both mc and seb try to make each other jealous.

A/N: Very brief Leander Prewett x f!MC for plot purposes only.  Bullied Leander a bit but please do know that I do like him as a person. 

Words: 3.7k

Tags: Angst into Fluff, Jealous!Sebastian, Possessive!Sebastian, some slight Leander x f!MC (For plot reasons), Making out, petty schoolboy behavior

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She paced back and forth on the wooden deck of the Summoner's court.  Leander Prewett was ahead by at least 50 points, but the Hero of Hogwarts wasn't ready to give up her title of Champion of Summoner's Court just yet, especially not to people like Prewett.  He was a right enough chap off the court, but when it came to this game, he was a pretty sore loser. 

Sebastian wasn't here to cheer her on today.  He wasn't a fan of the game, but in their 5th year, he managed to find the time to watch every single one of her games.  She missed the cheering and the hollering of the confident Slytherin as she scored an impressive win.  Even more, she would miss how her heart would skip a beat every time she would look back at the crowd and they accidentally locked eyes.  His eyes would always crinkle in affection and on the rare summer days, the sun would hit his hair at a certain angle and give some strands of his hair a golden shine. 

They've seen so little of each other since the start of their 6th year.  Actually, she's so little of him since….since the events of the end of their 5th year.  Life got in the way, they drifted apart.  She chewed on her bottom lip as she finalized her finished move.  Maybe she should find him after the game, check in on him and see how he was doing. 

Of course, she had to win first.  Figuring out her next move was much harder when a rather loud group of girls were gossiping in the watching crowds.

"Did you hear?" One particular Ravenclaw, well known for her love of gossip, whispered far too loudly,  "Sacharissa Tugwood has a crush on Sebastian."

"Accio."  She flicked her wand towards her, pulling in the blue ball gently around the obstacles.

She hated Sacharissa and her stupid make up and her vapid head, and her stupidly beautiful hair.

A high-pitched nasally voice floated above the rest of the crowd.  "I heard that those two were already dating!  Someone in Transfiguration saw them shopping together at Hogsmeade."

Fwwap!  Her spell broke.  Her ball snapped off from its trajectory and bounced dangerously off of a cone.  It rebounded, shooting off and hitting a small 1st year directly in the face.  Leander cheered, jumping on the balls of his feet and celebrating his first victory against the reigning champion. 

She paid no heed to this.  The cheers of the crowd were muffled against a piercing scream in her ears.  Sebastian and Sacharissa?  Dating??  They weren't even friends.  Sacharissa barely even knew him.  Where was she when he needed help finding a cure for Anne?  Where was she when Sebastian needed a shoulder to lean on?

Every fiber of her being wanted to scream or maybe cry, she wasn't too sure.  Well of course, Sebastian would want to move on as quickly as possible.  It made sense really, erase everything they had together.  Move onto someone who was an easy date and who's history was uncomplicated.

She refused to cry.  She spilled enough tears for dear Professor Fig.  Sebastian wasn't worth getting worked up for.

She wouldn't cry over a boy who didn't even return her feelings.

"Prewett."  She snapped, her mind wrapping around a rather dangerous idea.  "You and me, let's go to Three Broomsticks some time."

The taller boy's mouth dropped open, clearly not expecting this reaction to losing a game of Summoner's Court.

She rolled her eyes.  "I'm asking you out on a date, Leander.  Are you interested?"

The Gyffindor's thin eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline.  His face turned nearly as red as his hair.  Trying to suppress all of his insecurities, he titled his chin upwards.  "Why…it's about time someone recognized my charm.  I was waiting for you to say something about the two of us."

She gritted her teeth, already starting to regret her choice.

"Oi!  Prewett!" 

Leander could recognize that annoying voice even if he were deaf.  The boy walked faster down the Transfiguration corridor, pretending to not hear Sebastian calling out to him.  Maybe he shouldn't have gone on that date with Sebastian's best female friend.  Leander's life was much easier whenever he wasn't dragged into Sallow's drama. 

Sebastian's fast walk turned into a light jog.  The loitering students quickly stepped to the side, not willing to stay in the way of the Slytherin's wrath.  Prewett was not going to ignore him, not when Sebastian knew where the other boy slept at night.  "Are you deaf?  I'm talking to you Prewett!"

Several heads turned, and the hallway seemed to quiet in anticipation. 

The poor boy sighed, stopping in his tracks.  He turned to face Sebastian.  There was no point in delaying the inevitable.

"Is it true that you're dating the hero of Hogwarts?"  Sebastian asked haughtily, his shoulders tense and hands fisted at his side.  "Reyes said she saw you two on a date last Saturday."

No one ever accused of Leander of being a coward.  "And why does it matter to you, Sallow?" 

"She's my best friend."  Sebastian's eyes narrowed.  He got much closer to the other boy.  "I didn't even know she even gave you a second thought." 

Prewett's hand slipped into his robe pocket where his wand was hidden.  He didn't think Sebastian would be so low to stoop to an unsanctioned hallway duel, but you could never be too sure with a Slytherin.  "What do you want Sallow?  Here to duel me for the affections of your girl?" 

Sebastian's face twisted into a sneer.  "She's not my girl.  She doesn't belong to anyone."  He stated with as much conviction as he could muster despite the fact that he didn't believe in a single thing he was saying. 

The Gryffindor clearly didn't believe him.  "She chose me." He reminded the other boy.  "Chose me over you, Sallow.  You best remember and respect that." 

He turned his back towards Sallow, done with this conversation.  As he walked towards his next class, he could hear the other Slytherin swearing up  a storm to anyone and everyone who could hear.

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"What does she even see in him?  He has the face of a mandrake and the personality of a troll."

Ominis sighed.  It was hard to read when Sebastian kept distracting him.  He could hear how Sebastian was pacing back and forth in their shared Slytherin dorm.  His heavy stomps interrupted his train of thought forcing Ominis to reread the same sentence over and over again. 

"Ominis, what can I do that would make her come back to me?"

Ominis instantly knew who Sebastian was referring to without even having to mention her name.  His best friends had the oddest relationship with each other.  Ominis always had trouble placing if they were annoyed with each other or madly in love.  Probably both.  "Have you considered…talking to her?  It's been a while since you guys were fifth years.  Tell her how you really feel."

Sebastian snorted, telling a girl how he "really felt"?  He would rather be hit in the head by a troll.  Sebastian snapped his fingers.  An idea suddenly striking like lightening.  "Perfect, I'll give her a gentle reminder on what she's missing out on.  Rumors are saying that Tugwood fancies me.  One date with Sachrissa, and she'll come back to me."

Ominis wanted to smack his face.  He covered his book with his face; the braille itched his skin.  He gave up on reading entirely, trying to use the book as earmuffs to drown on Sebastian's insane rambling.   

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Herbology was the one class that they couldn't avoid each other.  Their potting stations were side by side ever since she first came to Hogwarts.  They worked in tense silence, an easy job when their fresh Screechsnaps screamed so loud that it would drown out any conversation.  Herbology used to be one of his favorite classes in their 5th year.  Sebastian didn't care for the subject, but it was one of her favorites.  Surrounded by the beautiful flowers and fresh leaves of the greenhouse, she would look absolutely stunning.  Sebastian often spent the whole class, mindlessly listening along to Professor Garlick's lecture while staring at her, the "most beautiful rose".  Her face was always smeared with some dirt, and she would always laugh carelessly whenever Sebastian got a wet cloth to clean her face. 

Of course, she hadn't been smiling of much late.  He spied on her out of the corner of his eye.  Her hair was down today, obscuring her face from his view.

What in Merlin's name was she thinking?  Allowing someone like Prewett to court her.   What did she even see in him?  His bumbling insecure fragile masculinity?  What did Leander have that Sebastian lacked?  He was never there for her.  Sebastian was the one that stayed at her side when she uncovered the Keepers' secrets.  Sebastian was the one who accompany her on silly little quests.

It was Sebastian's shoulder she cried on when Professor Fig had passed.

Or maybe, he was more bothered by the fact she hadn't even bothered to tell him.  If she truly did fancy Leander, why not tell Sebastian?  Confide in her coolest friend?  They used to tell each other everything: their deepest secrets, their confessed emotions…

Sebastian jaw clenched as he accidentally decapitated the head of his Screechsnap.  The poor plant shrieked in agony. 

"There you are, darling."

Both Sebastian and her turned around.  Leander was standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.  Sebastian grit his teeth.  He could feel a headache starting to form. 

Sebastian's eyes followed even the slightest of movements.  He saw how her expression soften, saw how she accepted the flowers, inhaling their scent deeply.  He watched them as they huddled together, whispering over something.

He inhaled sharply, trying to stop himself from going absolutely bonkers. 

"It is always nice to see young roses freshly blooming in my garden." Professor Garlick's voice interrupted their frantic whispering.  "It is even nicer when our fresh blossoms focus on their work."

Prewitt grumbled in protest.  Ever the chivalrous courter, he planted a kiss on her hand, biding her goodbye before drifting back to his herbology station. 

They returned to their work, pruning the Screechsnaps.  Sebastian's breath was so hot, he could have been mistaken for a dragon.  "So…you and Prewitt."

She sniffed, sticking her nose in the air, just waiting for another one of Sebastian's sarcastic, rude comments.  "Yes, me and Prewitt."

To her surprise Sebastian said nothing.  He was staring at his plant, as if it was the most interesting thing in the greenhouse right now.  There was a moment of tense silence, only interrupted by the sharp snipping of pruning shears.

Sebastian couldn't take it anymore.  He was going to explode if he didn't say anything.  "So…what's the best part of dating Prewitt?  Sebastian asked conversationally.  "His lack of brains or his lack of looks?"

Ohhhh, she was going to chop Sebastian's head off with her shears.  "Sallow, that is incredibly rude to say about him!" She slammed her gardening tools on the table hard.  It would be poor form to commit murder in front of the very sweet Professor Garlick.  "Leander is a great guy…he's….um…He's very…brave."

Sebastian rolled his eyes.  Was that really the best she could come up with?  Gryffindors are brave.  Slytherins are cunning.  What's next?  A smart Ravenclaw? 

She folded his arms.  "What's your problem with Leander?  He's a proper gentleman, unlike some.  I could trust his eyes would never stray too far."

Sebastian's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.  What an accusation.  "I have no problem with Leander.  He's a nice enough bloke."

She snorted, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"My issue is with you.  You don't even like him." 

She stilled before turning to him.  His face was turned away from hers, pretending like he hadn't hacked his poor plant into a million pieces. 

"I do like him."  She insisted, her bottom eyelid twitching.  "What makes you think otherwise?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes again.  "I see how you look at him.  He sees how you look at him."

It's nothing like how you look at me.  How her eyes would soften.  How her body would twist towards Sebastian whenever he entered the room.  How she teased Sebastian mercilessly as Sebastian flirted unabashedly with the Hero of Hogwarts.

She snorted uncharitably.  "You have no idea what you're talking about, Sallow."

He huffed, hands on his hips as he stared at his dreadful hack job on his sapling.  "You could do far better than Prewett.  That's all I'm saying."

She growled.  "Oh, and, who could I possibly be with who could be better?"  She baited.

Me.  You could be with me. 

His usual smooth lines and calculated wording fell completely by the wayside.  "You could at least date someone who's at least semi-desirable." Sebastian's tongue felt heavy and crude.  "Not even Leander's own mother likes him.  Girls cannot get enough of me."

Her knuckled whited as held onto her shears too tightly.  She hated the reminder of how popular Sebastian was.  It only just showed how not special she was to him.  Before she could process her own words, she spat "And why would anyone want to date a rake like you?" 

Sebastian dropped his gardening equipment, whipping around to finally look at her in the eye.  Brown eyes met hers.  They each could see the hurt and pain in each other's soul, yet neither was willing to back down.  His heart was tearing apart.

"And who would want to be with someone at heartless as you?"

That was it.  She couldn't take it anymore.  With a wave of her wand, she levitated the largest pile of Dragon Dung fertilizer she could find in the greenhouse.  It hovered ominously, just at the perfect height to hit Sebastian square in the face. 

Sebastian's expression morphed from contempt to genuine horror.  He fumbled for his pockets, no doubt trying to find his wand to cast Protego.  She smirked.  She always was the better dueler. 

"Wingardium Leviosa"

"Depulso!"

At the same time she uttered her spell, she found herself flung backwards a good five feet.  She landed in something very soft and squishy….a very …smelly.  She lifted the sleeve of her robe and almost gagged.  Great, that twat managed to push her into some Dragon's Dung.  She snapped her head up searching for Sebastian.

Much to her satisfaction, he was absolutely covered in fertilizer.

"Aaaaanddd, that's detention…for the both of you."  Professor Garlick's voice hovered over her shoulder, very much not amused.  "I expect to see the two of you in Greenhouse 5 right this weekend after dinner."

Sebastian swore, trying to shake the dragon dung fertilizer out of hair like some dog. 

The professor's nose wrinkled in disgust.  "And please do freshen up before then."

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Much to the displeasure of both of them, they were forced to work together for their detention.  They picked the Sopophorous plants, unshelling the pods and setting aside its beans.  The pair worked in tandem with only the stray glowbugs outside the glass window panes illuminating their work.  They discarded the beans in a clay bowl in the middle of them.  Every time her hand accidentally brushed against hers, a shiver would shoot up his arm.

"Are the rumors true?  Have you and Sachrissa gotten together?"

Childishly, Sebastian ignored her, breaking apart the pod in his hand with more force than strictly necessary.

She scowled, not liking to be ignored.  "I mean, all of 6th year, you jump from girl to girl to girl….What exactly are you looking for, Sebastian?"

You…I've been looking for you.  This whole time.  It's always been you. 

He said nothing.  What was there to say? 

She ground her back molar in frustration.  Was this it?  The end of their friendship?  Doomed to just drift apart.  Her vision swam as she fought back tears. 

Sebastian's shoulder fell.  Even without looking at her, he could tell exactly what she was feeling.

  "I…I thought I meant something to you."  his voice was so quiet, she almost missed him speaking.

She stilled, begging for him to continue.

He couldn't bring himself to look up from his work.  Choosing instead to speak to the stupid Sopophorous beans.  "Our 5th year…when we first met back in Defense Against the Dark Arts.  Merlin, you were extraordinary.  You were the star of Hogwarts, so bloody brilliant.  Everyone loved you."

Who wouldn't?

The back of Sebastian's eyes felt so hot.  He blinked rapidly, his vision getting a bit blurrier.  "But you chose me.  Out of everyone, Natty, Poppy, even Ominis.  You asked for me to help you find those stupid gobstones.  To ride on a Hippogriff with you.  To clear those disgusting vile spider caves."

"I thought…we…I don't know what the fuck I thought."  He finished bitterly, some emotions too painful to say out loud.

"After….my uncle…the relic and…Ranrok.  You just…vanished."  Droplets of water started spilling onto the back of his hands.  Oh Merlin, here he was crying, like a little pathetic girl.  "It was like…now that you knew the real me…you…you didn't care for it." 

It was hard not to feel cast aside after the new student became "The Hero of Hogwarts"  and she was constantly swarmed by an adoring crowd of eager followers.  She avoided him like the plague until the summer hit and she was whisked away for their break.  No owl posts, no letters.  Sebastian returned to an empty home and a cold twin, now and truly alone for the first time in his life.

It stun.  The abandonment.

He tried to wipe his ears discretely with the edge of his robe sleeves.

She was stunned.  Taking off her dragon scale gloves, she approached the boy in front of her, daring to get closer.

"Sebastian…I….I hadn't had the faintest idea."  She wanted so badly to touch him but found herself too scared to do so.  "If I had known how you felt…"

She remembered the end of their 5th year.  A beautiful service to the closest thing she had to a father figure.  She couldn't help but notice how everyone was staring at her, knowing that she was the only one to be with him as he drew his last breath.  She could feel the thousands of eyeballs staring deep into her watching every twitch and facial expression.  Her lips bled so badly from how hard to bit them to prevent herself from crying in public.  She remembered after Professor Weasley had finished the eulogy how everyone and their friend felt the need to swarm her, to personally thank the hero of Hogwarts.

She had never felt so surrounded and yet so alone.  The loneliness followed her as she drifted through her summer break and well into her 6th year when the growing distance between her and Sebastian forced them apart. 

She bit her lip.  "A-after Ranrok…after F-f…Professor Fig died.  I didn't know what to do anymore.  H-he's…he's all I had left.  I needed time for myself, Sebastian.  I hadn't meant to…I never meant to abandon you." 

Sebastian clenched his fists, "After Ominis and Anne distanced themselves from me…you were all that I had left, and you still chose to abandon me."

Gently, she reached for his hands.  They opened up slowly for her.  She threaded their fingers together.  He was looking away from her, refusing to meet her eyes.

With one hand, she reached up.  Her fingers brushed against his soft cheeks, guiding his face to finally look at her.

His brown eyes were wet, staring at her with naked adoration. 

"I'm sorry, Sebastian."  She whispered.  "I'm here with you, right now.  I'll always be here for you."

He barked out a strained laugh.  "What about Leander?  Aren't you still with him?"

She laughed, a private joke only she could understand.  "Leander dumped me the second that Herbology class was over on Tuesday.  He said it was obvious I was still very much in love with you."

Huh…maybe Leander wasn't such a bad bloke after all.

Wait.  Sebastian's eyes blinked rapidly, finally fully processing her words.  "So, you do admit, you do love me."

She blushed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and refusing to look at him in the eye.  "I…I wasn't the one to say it!"

He hummed in delight.  He pulled her closely to her.  Her chest flush against his.  Her sudden blush framed her cheeks so prettily. 

"I never stopped thinking of you."  Sebastian breathed.  "Every day, every time I see you next to me in Herbology, my mind goes crazy.  You drive me absolutely barmy."

"You're everything to me." Sebastian breathed.

Words escaped her, and she felt exceptionally stupid.  Before she could ask Sebastian for a kiss, warm lips met hers.  He was bold.  His hands traveling to her jaw pulling her impossibly closer to him.  Her hands shot upwards, tangling their fingers in his soft curls.  Sebastian dipped his tongue past her slack lips.  She shoved back, devoid of skill but so desperate for him.  He tasted of fire, of sweet tarts, of Sopophorous beans. 

He tasted like Sebastian. 

She surged forward, revealing in the way Sebastian met her passion with full force.  Her tongue met his, fighting for dominance.  Her teeth nibbled at his bottom lip.  Her sharp canines pierced his soft flesh.  He moaned, enjoying the twinge of pain.

Sebastian pulled back, trying to catch his breath.  His hair, normally a tamed well-controlled storm of curls was in complete disarray.  Sebastian's brown pupils blown so wide they looked entirely black.  His plump soft lips, normally so perfect, were bleeding and bruised from her sharp teeth and rough kissing. 

"Oops."  She drawled in a dry tone.  Sebastian looked so pretty with his soft lips marked up.  Looked so gorgeous when he belonged with her. 

Sebastian's eyes darkened.  "Oh, you'll pay dearly for that." 

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🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Masterlist (WIP)

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first updated: 8. October 23

last updated: 8. October 23

Spider-verse

Miguel O'Hara

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˖ ࣪⭑ Food For Thought

˖ ࣪⭑ Office Hours - Chapter 2 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

˖ ࣪⭑ kairiscorner masterlists

˖ ࣪⭑ high school miguel o'hara headcanons

˖ ࣪⭑ Miguel w/ a Petite S/O

˖ ࣪⭑ Irrational

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˖ ࣪⭑ One Inch at a Time

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˖ ࣪⭑ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Resident Evil

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Skins (2007)

Sid Jenkins

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TMNT

Donnie

˖ ࣪⭑ A New Type of Fear

H. legacy

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˖ ࣪⭑ This is the end

˖ ࣪⭑ Sneaking Out

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˖ ࣪⭑ finalgirllx 's masterlist

˖ ࣪⭑ HLC REACT TO F!MC CRYING OVER SOMEONE BEING NICE TO HER

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˖ ࣪⭑Hogwarts Legacy boys

˖ ࣪⭑ || What They're Like In Bed ||

˖ ࣪⭑ ⊹˙⋆ cuddling with them | hl boys x reader oneshots! ⋆˙⊹

˖ ࣪⭑ || Them Cuddling ||

˖ ࣪⭑ How they take out their jealousy on you (Hogwarts Legacy)

˖ ࣪⭑ MC, Garreth and Sebastian all fucking around with helium balloons, they go quiet when Ominis walks in

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Garreth Weasley

˖ ࣪⭑ Just a little tingle

˖ ࣪⭑ “My Fire In Your Veins” 

˖ ࣪⭑ Mechanic!Garreth Weasley

˖ ࣪⭑ Garreth x F!MC AUDIO

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˖ ࣪⭑ “I Like Men On Their Knees~"

˖ ࣪⭑ Truth or Dare?

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Sebastian Sallow

˖ ࣪⭑ Sour Times

˖ ࣪⭑ random sallow pics 1/?

˖ ࣪⭑ Book Exchange

˖ ࣪⭑ random sallow pics 2/?

˖ ࣪⭑ Hear me out: MC and Seb exploring the underwater caves together f.art

˖ ࣪⭑ No Light Without Darkness - Part Three

Leander Prewett

˖ ࣪⭑ Sticky Situation

˖ ࣪⭑ cuffmeinblack 's Leander Prewett masterlist

Creepypasta

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FFXV

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Prompto Argentum

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