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⨯ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ⨯ Part 2

Summary: Ominis and Sebastian start the game of wooing the hero of Hogwarts. It's too bad that she's too dim to see it.

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She still couldn't believe how much Sebastian and Ominis had changed over the summer…the flirty personalities, the growth spurts, their sudden, stunning attractiveness.  No one but her seemed perturbed by the newfound oddness of her the two Slytherin boys.  Natty had scoffed at her concerns ("That's just what puberty does to boys").  But the hero of Hogwarts knew better.  There was only one possible explanation…

…Sebastian and Ominis were both cursed by some type of evil ancient magic spell.

Nibbling on her quill, the hero of Hogwarts pretended to be listening along to Professor Binns's dull droning.  Back ramrod straight, her glazed eyes stared ahead at the blackboard.  Her thoughts whirled a mile a minute.  Something nefarious was happening to her two best friends.  Maybe it was Polyjuice potion, or some type of imperio, cursed objects…or a magic so ancient and evil it had not yet even been named.  Yes, something strange indeed was happening to her boys.  And she was going to get down to the bottom of the mystery if it was the very last thi-

"You've been quiet all morning." A silky smooth voice practically whispered in her ear.

It was foolish to even attempt to think rationally around someone as effortlessly attractive as Ominis.  The hero of Hogwarts stared straight ahead at the indecipherable blackboard, ignoring her urge to look at Ominis.  She hadn't been prepared for the intensity of the boy's appearance at King's Cross.  She wasn't going to make that mistake twice.  

Her mouth felt so dry. It was still a struggle to come to terms with how unfairly gorgeous he became.  "Ominis, I'm trying to pay attention to the lecture.  Don't distract me."

The corner of his lips tugged upwards.  Bitingly sarcastic, he replied, "Ah, yes, the lecture…and tell me…what are we learning about today?"

"Um…"  Her tongue darted out licking her dry lips.  “We’re learning…um…history?”

"’Learning history?”  His voice dripped with amusement.  "In our History of Magic Class?"

The back of her neck tingled with embarrassment.  Her heart ached, begging to sneak a peek at Ominis's amused expression. 

Perhaps sensing her unease, Ominis lightened up on the teasing.  He leaned closer, concerned.  Their clothed elbows briefly brushed against each other.  Blood traveled to her cheeks.  Was that a careless mistake or an intentional act to rile her up?

Ominis's voice was so gentle.  "Is everything all right?"

 'Was everything all right?'  What type of question was that?  Her two best friends have all of a sudden gotten possessed by…some type of magical…well by something!  And Ominis was just sitting here nonchalantly, completely not bothered.  She folded her arms, "Why wouldn't everything be all right?  You think something is wrong with me?" 

She couldn’t stop herself from glancing at his expression.  Immediately, she regretted it.  His face was so soft.  A brow furrowed in gentle concern.  "Sebastian and I are just worried, is all.  You haven't been acting yourself lately.  Sebastian told me that you weren't at breakfast today-"

Her heart lept into her throat. So the two of them noticed that she was avoiding them.

"-You must be famished.  Lucky for you, I saved you your favorite: apple tarts."

With a minuscule flick of his wrist, Ominis summoned the pastries out of his bag.  They floated smoothly in front of her, gracefully avoiding Professor Binns’s notice.

She blinked.  She…had never told anyone that her favorite pastries were apple tarts.  How did Ominis find out?  "O-Ominis you shouldn't have.  Really, this is too much."

Ominis snorted, "It was hardly anything.  It's not like I made it myself."

Before she could politely refuse the thoughtful gesture, her stomach grumbled loudly.  It was so loud and embarrassing, cutting through the dull droning of Professor Binns lecture.  Several heads turned towards her.  Her classmates hid their snickers behind their hands. 

Blushing furiously, the hero of Hogwarts tried to shovel the food into her mouth as fast as possible, forgoing any need to breathe.

Ominis chuckled.  It was a well-known fact that the hero of Hogwarts was one of the messiest eaters in the whole school.  Even without vision, he knew that she had made a mess. 

His voice was light and teasing.  "I believe you got something on your face."  With his thumb, Ominis wiped away the apple syrup that he knew was hanging on the corner of her mouth.  His tongue licked the pad of his thumb, chasing the remnants of tarty sweetness.  Unable to look away from him, she unapologetically stared at him quite openly.  Her eyes traced his movements, watching how his mouth would suck on his elegant fingers.  She shivered.  What else could Ominis do with his mouth?

"It tastes just as good as I thought it would."  Ominis commented. 

Oh bloody hell.  Did Ominis happen to spend his summer in France with callgirls or was he always so indecent?  The only thing that he could do that would be more scandalous would be if they fucked on the table right now.

No…N-no…don’t think about that sort of thing.

Stiffly, she turned her attention back to the humdrum crooning of Professor Binns.  The pair of them sat together, both of them aching for something beyond the confines of the dull classroom. 

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Minutes, hours, and days have gone back since "the apple tart incident.  Time made it all too easy for her guard to be slowly crumble around her.  Whatever, it was that happened in the "History of Magic" had clearly been some collective visual hallucination that they all shared in that they shall never, ever speak about.  Sure, Sebastian and Ominis were still acting quite strange.  The accidental touches, the gazes full of knowing and intent…

…But beyond those, nothing so scandalous as the incident.  So, she could hardly be blamed for being ill-prepared for things to come. It was supposed to be a normal potions class, how bad could it possibly be?

"Class, today we'll be studying the effects of Amortentia."

Oh, bollocks. 

She could practically feel the overwhelming weight of Sebastian's gaze on the back of her head.  She refused to look back at the potions station where the Slytherins were at.

Fuck.  This…this could be bad.

Not for the first time, the hero of Hogwarts was glad that Garreth was her potions partner.  It was easier to have a very private melt down when the Gryffindor boy was exploding a potion next to her.

As Professor Sharp explained the nuances of potion-making, she whispered to the boy standing next to her.  "Garreth, you and me, pal, for old time's sake?”

He grimaced before whispering back.  “Sorry, Natty just asked before class, and I already said yes.  Apparently she’s super behind and needs some help.  Some other time, yeah?”

Her head whipped around the room looking for Natty.  Sure enough, her backstabbing friend had a shit eating grin.  Standing in the Professor's blind side, Natty gave her a secretive thumbs up.  Her jaw dropped.  Unbelievable.  Even her closest friends were conspiring against her.  The savior of Hogwarts responded in a very mature, very adult way by flipping Natty the bird.

As Sharp's instructions ended, the rest of her classmates started splitting up into their usual pairs.  Her head whipped back and forth as she started to truly panic.  Her poor little heart could not handle the emotional turmoil of brewing Amortentia under the piercing gaze of her "friends".  Under absolutely no circumstances, could she be paired up with either Sebastian or Ominis.

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….Well, lucky for her, she was not paired up with either Sebastian or Ominis.

Unfortunately, she was put into a three person group with BOTH Sebastian and Ominis. 

It was very strange that there was an odd number of students today.  It wasn't typical for Poppy to get sick out of the blue.

Listlessly stirring the nearly completed potion, she continued to ignore the two Slytherin boys.  She had done a fantastic job of ignoring them for the past two hours, and she planned on continuing her silence until the class was over. She wasn’t sure what Amortentia was supposed to smell like.  No doubt it was impossible to even ask someone else.  But she wondered if its aroma was supposed to be so…confusingly complex. 

As its characteristic spirals evaporated into steam, she recognized the comforting pillows of the Undercroft, a familiar heady cologne, and the earthy fragrance of something very masculine. 

But, as she stirred the potion with her wand, its aroma changed into the scent of rich parchment from library books, explosive gunpowder, and a deep musk that definitely reminded of someone very familiar to her.

"What do you smell?"  Sebastian asked, his tone sickeningly innocent.

Her whole body went red.  She hadn’t even noticed the other boy sneaking up on her.  "Never you mind, Sebastian Sallow."  Sebastian's eyes were wide and bright, almost twinkling with mirth.  "It's not like I could even pick it out anyway." She haughtily mumbled under her breath.

Ominis was on the other side of her.  Again, did he suddenly lose all concept of personal space?  "Sebastian can't help be curious, that's all."

She jumped.  Her feet stumbled back clumsily, only to bump her back against Sebastian's hard torso.  Blushing, she quickly pivoted away from him.  When did his body become so firm?  What on earth was that boy eating?

She was being flanked on both sides.  Sebastian to her left, Ominis to her right, with no escape from the conversation. She couldn't help but gape.  Were they…teaming up on her?

No…they couldn't be…

Their sixth year had been a horrendous nightmare for their collective friendship.  It started all from Solomon's death, and the animosity continued to spiral out of control. Ominis and Sebastian constantly at each other's throats, fighting over the silliest things and stupidest of arguments.  As the meditator, she would always find herself squished in the middle, like a doll they were forced to share with each other.  Why, she could recall a few moments where Sebastian literally tugged on her arm to pull her away from Ominis's side.

"I don't understand. Last year you two were constantly fighting, always at each other's throats-"

"Oh we certainly were at each other's throats." Sebastian parroted, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Ominis flushed deeply, hand subconsciously rubbing the side of his neck.

She blinked stupidly.  It seems like over the summer they had come to an agreement though she wasn't sure what exactly it entailed. 

"Now, let's stop avoiding questions, shall we?  What do you smell?"  Sebastian asked again.

"T-That is very private, Sallow!"  She felt lightheaded.  "I-it's not like people go around telling each other Amortentia smells like!"

"Hmmm….she's hiding secrets, Ominis."

"She is indeed."  Ominis  towered over her, and the savior of Hogwarts was reminded, yet again, of how tall he had gotten.  Why, she would have to stand on her tippy toes in order to kiss him.

Her face bloomed into an even brighter shade of red.  Stop.  Don't think about kissing best friends, no matter how hot they have gotten.

"I happen to think that our dear friend might recognize Amorentia's scent."  Ominis drawled.

"Oh?"  Sebastian arched a pretty eyebrow.

"Yes, perhaps it smells like someone we know…someone she must keep secret from us." 

Sebastian hummed.  His pink tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip.  "Or…maybe someones?"

Her stomach dropped.  Natty had once described to her how some lions in Africa would play with their gazelles before eating them.

This is what they must feel like.

She puffed out her chest and put on a brave face.  Two could play at this game.  "Well, why don't you two tell me what you guys smell, if you both care so much.  It's not fair for me to share without you saying anything."

She expected them to falter, and stammer over their false bravado.  No doubt, they would lighten up on their teasing and the three of them could go on their merry way and pretend this incident had never happened. 

But it seemed as if she only walked into a trap.

An irrepressible smile was on Sebastian's face.  “I can smell the Undercroft, our Slytherin dorm room, and expensive cologne."

The description….matched very closely to the aroma that she smelled, with some minor differences.  It was impossible to hide her blush.  Sebastian's eyes dipped down, unabashedly staring at her lips.  "And I can smell something else that's soft and sweet."  She couldn’t help but duck the lower half of her face between her scarf, trying to shield herself from Sebastian’s predatory gaze.

Sebastian’s eyes flitted to Ominis, “‘Nis, what does the potion smell like to you?”

“Leather bound books, something smokey that reminds me of Bombarda-"

She tried not to look in Sebastian’s direction.  That was Sebastian's favorite spell.

“…and honeysuckle perfume and apple tarts.”

Her stomach flipped over, and an uncontrollable flush of heat melted into her entire body.  She was trapped under the intense attention of the two boys in front of her.  Oh dear Merlin.  

She did what any rational and logical person would do in her shoes.

"Um…Professor Sharp, I…I think I"m getting sick.  I'm going to the Hospital Wing."  Before the Professor could even respond, she fled from the scene.  Her poor heart was about to explode.

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Coming Soon: ꕥ A Little Game ....Part 2 // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ꕥ

Summary: Ominis and Sebastian start the age of game of wooing the hero of Hogwarts. It's too bad that she's too dim to see it.

Requested by holotapes

Part 1 Here

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She blinked in confusion. "I don't understand. Last year, you and Ominis were constantly fighting, always at each other's throats-"

"Oh we certainly were at each other's throats." Sebastian parroted, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Ominis flushed deeply, hand subconsciously rubbing the side of his neck.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. It seems like over the summer the two Slytherins had come sort of agreement though she wasn't sure what exactly it entailed.

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⋭ Five Times.... ⋬ // Sebastian x f!MC (Part 4)

Summary: Garreth tries to take what's rightfully Sebastian's. \\ Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be

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4. Garreth Weasley

Sebastian was smart enough of a bloke to realize that he was acting like a complete asshole.  Interrupting her dates, obsessing over her about her love life, insulting her character….he hadn't mean do to any of it.  The hero of Hogwarts was his friend, she deserved better than this (better than anything Sebastian could offer, really).  But…any time an apology was on the tip of his tongue, something would happen that make him spit fire and venom. 

To Sebastian's dismay, his partner-in-crime did end up pushing back their nightly library misadventures in favor of Imelda's "so called date".  He had stayed up all night, pacing back and forth in the common room, waiting for Imelda to come back from ….Merlin he didn't even what to think what they could possibly be up to.

It was rather unfortunate for Sebastian that he got yet another sleepless night.  It was even more unfortunate that his crush was avoiding him.

They had Potions together.  The cold dungeons weren't the best place to get some alone time with a girl, but Sebastian was getting increasingly desperate.  He just needed one minute alone with her to apologize.  To get her to understand how he truly felt about her.

And maybe, if he could muster up the courage, finally confess his feelings.

"Be my partner."  Sebastian insisted, with his usual fake confidence and blasé attitude.  "…F-for potions class." He hastily corrected himself.  His cheeks flushed from his unintentional innuendo.

She turned away from him, methodically taking out the various tools she needed before class started.  “I'm sorry, Sebastian-"  (She didn't sound to sorry to Sebastian's ears.)  "-Garreth already asked me."

His teeth ground together in frustration.  His arms hung limply at his side.  Sebastian so badly wanted to hold her, to make her pay attention to him.  “Look, I….I need to talk to you after class.”

Her eyes avoided his.  “There’s nothing for us to talk about, Sebastian.”

In Sebastian's opinion, there was plenty of things to talk about.  She was clearly so cross with him.  He needed to apologize for being a complete bastard.  Sebastian needed for everything to be okay between the two of them.

"Please," his voice trembled slightly.  His fists clenched at his side.  "I need to talk to you…alone…after class."

She was finally bold enough to look up at Sebastian.  Her expression was tight, piercing eyes assessing him warily.  Sebastian waited for her response with baited breath.  Finally, after a long stretch of silence, her shoulders dropped.  She took in a cleansing breath.

"Okay, Sebastian…after class.  We'll talk."

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It was frustrating that Sebastian's potion station was completely on the other side of the dungeon.  Sebastian tried to assess her from across the room.  She looked exhausted, not that it made her any less beautiful.  His eyes narrowed trying to get a good look at her through the vapors emitting from the cauldrons.  Was she tired because she had to put up with Imelda all night, or was she tired because…Imelda kept her up all night?

"Sebastian, please, focus.  I will not stand for having to stay late cleaning all the cauldrons for Professor Sharp….again."  Ominis begged.

"Yeah, yeah, just a moment."  His eyes narrowed.  Was it his tired eyes or was Garreth a bit too close to her?

Sebastian had always liked Garreth.  There was something to be admired in someone who was willing to skirt around the rules to get what they wanted.  Sure the Gryffindor could be a bit air-headed at times, head in the clouds, but he had that thirst of knowledge that Sebastian could relate to.

Her hair was coming undone from her messy bun, threatening to spill out from their confines into the rich potion beneath them.  How he yearned to tuck her hair behind her ears, to kiss her jawline for good measure.  Sebastian could see her say something to Garreth from all the way across the Potions classroom.  Rolling up his sleeves, Garreeth preceded to clumsily tucking the falling strands of hair behind her ears back into her bun.  She smiled at the Gryffindor, thanking him before going back to her stirring.

Something nasty stirred in the pit of his stomach.  Actually, Sebastian had always hated Garreth.  He was a good for nothing prick who looked like he had a mandrake for a mother.  Dumber than a ballet class full of trolls, that one. 

"Did you see that?"  Sebastian hissed.  "He practically has his hands all over her!"

Ominis sighed.  One of these days, he was going to have to learn how to make an actual potion.  "No, Sebastian, I didn't see anything.  Now can we get back to our potion?"

Sebastian had abandoned all semblance of pretending to care about their assigned task.  He wasn't a good lip reader, especially through questionable vapors in a Potions classrooms.  "You have good ears, Ominis, what do you think they're saying?"

"I think…." A deep voice drawled from behind the two boys.  Sebastian jumped, nearing backstepping on Professor Sharp's foot.  "Your fellow classmates are brewing the assigned potion in which neither you nor Mr. Gaunt seem to be making any headway in, Mr. Sallow."

Sebastian nodded.  "Sorry sir, we'll get right on it."

Professor Sharp said nothing, gliding away from the two boys onto the next pair of unfortunate students.

Ominis frowned.  "Why is it, I get lumped in with your troubles?" 

"Garreth's got that conniving look on his face.  I bet he's about to ask her out.  Ominis, send one of your snakes to listen into their conversation." 

"That is not how Parselmouth works."  The poor boy sighed, speaking more into their cauldron, as it seemed like a better listener.  "Besides, I don't just carry snakes on me at all times."

Sebastian scowled.  It's like Ominis wasn't even trying to help him.  From across the room, he saw Garreth's head stooped low, his face inches away from hers. 

Whatever it was that moonmind was doing, Sebastian was going to put a stop to it.  Rolling up his sleeves, he smoothed over his stray hairs and checked his reflection in the cauldron.  Ready to enact his plan, he "clumsily" elbowed over their porcupine quills, scattering them everywhere on the dungeon floor. 

"Oops, clumsy me.  I'll get some more potion ingredients, Ominis.  I'll be right back." 

Ominis rolled his eyes. 

Gliding, very unsuspiciously across the room closer to Garreth's and his crush's station, he pretended to try to search for his ingredients.  Listening intently into the pair's conversation, Sebastian could feel his stomach give out. 

"What do you think: Three broomsticks, Saturday night?  Assuming you're not busy with your evil Slytherin friends, of course."  Garreth joked. 

"Garreth," she chided gently.  "They're my friends."

In Sebastian's opinion, she could be protesting a lot harder at Garreth's baseless accusations.  Give him a slap on the cheek for good measure too.  Maybe hex him into a bat.

That would show him to make moves on her.

"C'mon, you hang out with them too much anyway.  Merlin knows, Sebastian's practically hovering over you like a dementor.  Surely, you can take one afternoon off to get some butterbeer with me."

That prick!  That oily faced, ugly-mugged bastard!  Part of him wanted to rip the offending man to shreds.  The other part of him pitied him.  It was honestly laughable that Garreth would believe that in any universe she would say yes-

Her lips split into a wide smile.  "Sure!  Right after dinner, I'll meet you in the Courtyard?"  Her eyes narrowed.  "Now, hold on, you aren't trying to get me to steal anything for you from Honeydukes, are you?"  Her voice was teasing and light, as if she joked with Garreth often.

"Ha, no.  I'm not Sallow.  If I wanted something from you, I'd just ask outright.  Gryffindors don't manipulate their friends."

Sebastian nearly blacked out from fury.

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First Imelda and now Garreth?  This was far too much.  The second that Potions class ended, Sebastian confronted her, pulling her by the arm to a secluded corner of the dungeons. 

Her face was so open and innocent, almost as if she were completely unaware of the angst she was causing him.

"You wanted to speak with me, Sebastian?"  She looked breathless, soft lips parted in anticipation.

Right, he was supposed to be apologizing to her for his recent behavior. 

Instead, his voice was low and dangerous.  "Imelda Reyes I get," (He didn't.) "But Garreth?  Mr. Trolls for Brains?  Mr. I'm-too-stupid-to-know-the-difference-between-an-explosion-charm-and-potion.  That Garreth?"

She frowned, tugging her arm away from Sebastian's grasp.  His hands felt so empty.  "What on earth are you talking about, Sebastian?  Garreth's my friend!  And he happens to have the most brilliant potions ideas-"

Something inside of Sebastian roared in fury.  How dare she stick by Garreth's side but not his?  Was Sebastian not 'brilliant' enough for her?  "What does that fucking git have that I don't have?"  His voice was rising.  A crowd of students was gathering to watch the spectacle.

His tongue was running faster than his mind.  "What does Imelda have to offer for that matter?  Or Ben?  Or Natty?  What?  Ms. Savior of Hogwarts, is so easy that she'll go on a date with any wizard or witch who asks?  If Professor Sharp proposes to you, I suppose the wedding will be next week?"

He instantly regretted it the second the harsh words left his lips.  Her big wide eyes so usually full of love for Sebastian welded up with tears.  She sniffed as her face turned blotchy red.  Oh, Sebastian, you idiot.  You've gone and made her cry in front of the whole school.

"Sebastian Sallow, you…you…you fucking TWAT! Next time, you fancy a girl, why don't you pluck up the courage to ask her on a proper date instead of being a giant bully.  For your information, Garreth asked me to get Butterbeers as friends to pay me back for all of my help.  But you know what, Sallow?  Maybe, I will make it a date.  Maybe we'll find a hidden alleyway in Hogsmeade where I snog him wild.  Maybe, he'll be a boyfriend whose jealousy won't make him an utter prick!"

She turned her back to him, stifling the tears pouring down her face with the sleeves of robe.  She pushed her way through the crowd.  Sebastian was numb, helpless to do anything as Garreth, fucking, Weasley patted her on the back gently.  They turned around the corner, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the school.

Sebastian stood, frozen in place, unsure what to do.  The other surrounding students started moving, shuffling to their next class now that the spectacle was finished.  Sebastian heard a snort from his left.  Looking over, he saw an extremely unimpressed Professor Sharp leaning against the doorframe with an open flask in his hand.

"Mr. Sallow, a piece of advice: publicly humiliating a girl in front of the entire school is not the best way to win her over."

Sebastian scowled, muttering some very choice expletives.  Stomping away, he already decided to skip his next set of classes.

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ꕥ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ꕥ

Summary: Ominis's smile was dangerous.  "Sebastian here proposed a contest.  Of course, we'll all be together eventually in the end, but while we are wooing you, why not try a fun game?" She gulped.  "A game?" "A contest: whoever charms you more, gets your first kiss." Requested by holotapes

Words: 1.5k

A/N: This will be a short mini-series, I promise it will eventually get to the prompt, please be patient!

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Art belongs to @J_Kaluzhnaya

It was hard for her to see anything through the thick billowing steam of the Hogwarts Express.  The hero of Hogwarts spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of her Slytherin friends amongst the crowd of bustling students.  Despite her best efforts, she hadn't managed to find them in any of the train carriages.

Sebastian and Ominis had been acting strange for the entirely of their 6th year.  She had naturally expected there to be some distance between the two Slytherin boys after Uncle Solomon's death.  Yet, as the weeks dragged on and winter turned into spring she was surprised the find the utter vitriol that they two had for each other.  It seemed like whenever the three of them were together, Ominis would sneer some passive aggressive comment aimed at Sebastian's character (or lack of).  And Sebastian would scowl, and tug her closer to his side possessively, trying to keep her away from Ominis. 

It was honestly a nightmare being the mediator between the two boys.  She had absolutely no idea what could have exacerbated the rift that was in between them, but she prayed that it had been resolved by now. 

"There's my favorite girl."  A smooth, purring voice whispered into her ear from behind her.  She squeaked in alarm, nearly jumping out of her skin to bump into the larger man behind her. 

She spun around, hands on her hips, right about to give the rude interloper a piece of her mind.  Any reprimanding words died in her throat.  Her mouth became suddenly dry.

Sebastian greeted her with the confidence of a man who knew how attractive he was.  His already smooth voice had dropped an octave.  Only one summer has passed since she last seen him.  They used to be the same height, but now she had to look up in order to make eye contact with him.  Sebastian had filled in, shoulders a lot more broad then they used to be.  His thick school robes failed to hide the muscular definition he had built up.  The baby fat on his cheeks that she liked so much had disappeared, instead replaced with a handsome jaw line.  His new tan failed to hide the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose. 

He was…well…Sebastian had always been devastatingly handsome-objectively speaking, of course- but this…this was far too much. 

"You…look….you look-"  her face turned bright scarlet, unable to find an adjective that was appropriate.  It was normal for good friends to comment each other's appearances.  Right?...Right?  Sebastian's lips curled upwards teasingly, no doubt taking joy in her discomfort.

"-you look…well, Sebastian." 

"The summer air in Feldcroft has been kind to me."  Sebastian stared at her with the sort of intensity that made her look away from his gaze.  "I could say the same to you.  It seems that the sun has blessed your skin rather nicely over the long break."

Her brows twisted in confusion.  Had her skin been that bad in their sixth year?  She hadn't been the most immune to typical teenage acne woes, but surely, they hadn't been so awful?  

She brushed her fingertips to her cheeks.  "Sebastian, what do you mean-" 

Before she could finish the thought, a new voice from behind her interrupted their conversation.  "Hello, dove." 

Again, she jumped a good inch in the air, nearly tripping over her feet into Sebastian's chest.  Ominis's smooth aristocratic voice was recognizably familiar.  However, the new nickname for her, "Dove", was certainly not.  Since when was Ominis, the boy who was bred upon fine etiquette, ever so forward with his female friends?  She turned around, blinking in confusion.    

Whatever strange phenomenon happened to Sebastian over the summer seemed to have inflicted itself upon Ominis was well.  In only a couple of months, Ominis had sprouted as tall as a giant.  His legs seemed to travel forever.  It didn't hurt that he was always dressed so well, the well-fitted expensive fabric clung to the sharp lines of his body.  She couldn't help but rudely ogle at his pale neck.  With his high cheek bones and beauty marks, Ominis had always been unfairly pretty.  Unfortunately (fortunately?), it had only gotten worse over time.

Her brain finally caught up with her.  She had been staring rather rudely for a while.  Finally, she blinked, registering the new, odd, nickname Ominis called her.  "D-dove?"  She repeated dumbly.

Ominis smirked, getting closer to her.  Wow, even if she got on her tiptoes, she wouldn't be able to meet him at eyelevel.  "Is that not what you are: an innocent, beautiful bird amongst the sea of hawks?"

Her throat was dry.  Who taught Ominis to talk like this?  In their sixth year, Ominis was nothing but curt, overly formal, and incredibly testy whenever Sebastian was around.

Was this even Ominis at all?  Perhaps this was Polyjuice.  Or maybe it was a prank.  Ominis hadn't taken too kindly to her prank as Headmaster Black all the way back in their 5th year.  Yes, this was certainly some sort of jest to make her feel incredibly nervous. 

It was working.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips.  "A-am I to understand, in your analogy, that I am your prey and Sebastian and you are the hawks hunting me?" 

Ominis was so close to her.  She couldn't help but take a step back, only to nearly step on Sebastian's shoes.  It seemed as though the path blocked by Ominis in front of her and Sebastian behind her.  Her head swiveled around.  Neither of the boys seemed particularly upset at the violation of her personal space. 

Sebastian threw his arm around her neck in a friendly manner that was anything but causal from her perspective.  "Ominis, give our poor girl a rest!  She's had a rather long journey after all."  Sebastian winked.

Her muscles stiffened in surprise.  Sebastian was always a more tactile person, always clapping his friends on the back, always pulling her close to his side in a duel.  None of that was new…but the thickness of his biceps certainly was.  As his biceps flexed around her neck, she shivered.  She could feel the toned fibers of the muscle straining against his Hogwarts robes.  Was Sebastian always so muscular?

What…in Merlin's name was going on?  Her brain felt so foggy, maybe it truly was some type of hex they secretly cast on her.  Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of her dazed state of mind.  She needed to gain some type of normalcy to this frankly bizarre exchange. 

Coming up with nothing to fix this rapidly escalating situation, she stuck out her hand for a handshake, as if she was greeting an old acquaintance instead of one of her closest friends.  Even as she did so, she cringed, already feeling so awkward.

"Um….how was your summer, Ominis?" 

Ominis's thin hand reached up to hold her hand, but instead of shaking it, he held it in his.  Her body stilled, frozen in place, not wanting to ever let go of him.  Before she could even react, he bent at the waist bringing her hands up to his lips.  His cold lips brushed against the top of her hand, in a very polite kiss.  It was a featherlight touch, barely there, but it still left a searing burn on her skin that travelled up her arm.  Her heart was pounding in her ears.   

This…wasn't…she wasn't trying to offer her hand for him to kiss it!  Sure, it was normal, even respectful for any gentleman in this day and age to greet a lady in this manner but…common courtesy dictated that it last no more than a few brief seconds.

…and…well, time seemed to be moving differently, but she was certain that his kiss lasted far longer than normal.

As Ominis (quite sadly) pulled away, the bustling noises of the other students around them came back to life.  She was suddenly reminded that they were not alone.  Sebastian, jealous, envious, possessive Sebastian, had bore witness to it all.  Even if it was a polite gesture between friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow it to happen.

She looked back fearfully, terrified that Sebastian's infamous temper would boil over and lash out at Ominis.

To her shock, the same flirty look was on his face.  "Why Ominis, leave some for me next time?"

She felt lightheaded.  She never labelled herself as one of those highbrow fancy ladies who needed a fainting chair everywhere they went but…at this rate, it might be a good idea to conjure one up anyway.

This all had to be attributed to the vapors of the Hogwarts train, a collective moment of craziness or delusion that they all shared.  They were all having an active psychotic break.  Or…some type of magical curse.

"I…I need to go um…" Her brain came up blank.  "-say hello to Poppy and Natty!"

And, the hero of Hogwarts and the most powerful witch of their generation, fled the scene with as much grace as she could muster. 

As she turned to look back, Sebastian sauntered close to Ominis, learning his shoulder against his.  Their bodies pressed closely against each other, uncaring of the lack of personal space.  They both looked completely unperturbed at how she rudely brushed them off.

She shivered.  What in Merlin's name was going on with them?

Part 2

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Coming Soon: A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio

Summary: Ever since the start of their 7th year, Ominis and Sebastian had been acting rather strange around her recently. She's going to get down to the bottom of this, no matter what.

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Sebastian smirked.  He had always taken great pleasure in her annoyance.  "Times are changing, no longer do we need our parents to arrange our union together.  We can have a little fun while we're at it.  A proper lady like you deserves to be courted."

She blinked.  That all seemed grand, but she would must rather be kissing the both of them silly.  Preferably right now.  "Maybe we can expedite the whole courting process, and move onto the good part."  She tried to suggest as casually as possibly. 

Ominis's smile was dangerous.  "Sebastian here proposed a contest.  Of course, we'll all be together eventually in the end, but while we are wooing you, why not try a fun game?"

She gulped.  "A game?"

"A contest: whoever charms you more, gets your first kiss." 

The Spare: Sebastian and f!MC court Ominis

Between: Ominis and f!MC court Sebastian

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Art belongs to @J_Kaluzhnaya

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Hi! I have a fix request! I love you silver trio fics ❤️ I was wondering since we have fics dedicated to each of the boys initially finding out the other is in a relationship with MC (but ofc they want to all be together, could we get a fic of the boys in a relationship but trying to ask MC to be with them? When you’re free! I know you’re busy!!

Absolutely been in my WIP for far too long! I loved the idea and will be making this into another mini-series! Stay tuned!

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 ๑ Five Times....  ๑// Sebastian x f!MC (Part 3)

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 3)

Words: 2.7k

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Chapter 3: Imelda Reyes

Sebastian had hardly slept last night, plagued with thoughts of undeserving Gryffindor boys and pretty Ravenclaw girls wooing his new friend.  Sitting in the Great hall, Sebastian's head felt sluggish from the lack of sleep.  He stared at this breakfast in bleak silence, silently begging for his pastries to tell him the answers he desperately needed.

"What crawled up Sebastian's ass and died?" Imelda asked, cutting through the dark swirling thoughts in Sebastian's head. 

Ominis wished for the millionth time this week to have a quiet and peaceful breakfast in the Great Hall.  "Oh nothing, just Sebastian pining after his crush and not plucking up the courage to do anything about it."  He sighed quite dramatically.  "And yet, somehow, everyone around him must suffer."

Sebastian's head snapped up from its daze.  He glared at his best friend, who pointedly ignored him in favor of spreading more berry preserve on his toast.  "Ominis!  I'm not even interested in her!"  He denied.  "She's just a good friend." 

Imelda waved her hand dismissively.  "Don't worry, Sallow.  It's not like your massive crush on her is any news." She shoved the poor lower year student sitting next to Sebastian off the bench, making herself room at the table.  "You'd have to be blind to not see how whipped you are for her."  She cringed.  "Um…sorry, Ominis."

Ominis rolled his eyes.  Typical Imelda, as tactful as an elephant.  "She's right you know.  Practically everyone in Hogwarts knows you follow her around like a puppy.  If you don't claim what's yours fast, some bloke else would."

Under normal circumstances, Ominis's words would have set Sebastian off.  No one needed Ominis of all people to remind him of how "available" she was.  Merlin knows, she already spent an alarming amount of time alone with the other boy.   But now, with her recent date, Sebastian certainly had more on his plate to worry about.  He scoffed remembering Natty's words from the night before.   "And now, I have reason to worry about girls.  Rumors say that she might bat for both teams, and frankly, I have no idea if it's true."

"Does she now?" Imelda whispered.

Sebastian stared in horror as Imelda started grinning, her eyes gaining a predatory gleam.  How could he be so stupid to let something like that slip out?  He knew better.  Imelda played with girls' hearts like a she was a world class beater and their hearts were bludgers. 

Even without any divination, he could see exactly where this was going.  "Don't you dare."  Sebastian warned.  Never, in a million years, would Sebastian consider Imelda a friend.  But there was honor even amongst Slytherins a code. 

Surely, Imelda wouldn't cross the line and take what was rightfully Sebastian's?

Imelda's smile was toothy like a savage wolf eager for a meal.  "Oh, she would be perfect.  She's the only one amongst you sorry lot who comes anywhere close to my skills on a broom.  Yes, I think we shall make the most powerful couple in Hogwarts.  And after graduation, we'd make co-captains on whatever professional quidditch team we'd find ourselves.  Our manor would be decorated with our quidditch trophies right above the little ones' rooms.  Of course we'd have at least seven of them."

"Seven pets?" Sebastian asked weakly.

She scoffed.  "No children.  At least seven children: strong, and fast, and powerful like their mothers.  Enough to make a quidditch team.  We'd train them of course.  Together we would create a new quidditch dynasty that would rival the Pride of Portree, no doubt."

Sebastian was at a loss for words.  Imelda was loony.  He couldn't tell if Imelda was simply pulling at his leg or actually threating him.  "What makes you even think she would be interested in someone like you?  Merlin, your ego enough would scare anyone away."

Imelda sniffed, turning her nose up at Sebastian.  "It's simple, really.  Power.  The new girl is attracted to power.  She would be stupid to turn someone like me down."

Sebastian's stomach soured.  Did she think Sebastian was powerful enough to stand by her side?  "As if."

"What?  Scared of some competition, Sallow?  Afraid that the only bachelorette worth pursuing in Hogwarts will be attracted to the best flyer in Hogwarts?"  Sebastian spluttered in protest.  "Early Seeker catches the snitch.  One night with me on the quidditch field, and she'll be like a Kneazle purring in my lap."

His hands clenched into tight fists.  Of course, Imelda would be the one Slytherin evil enough to violate the House code.  How did he lose control of the situation so fast?  "You snake.  You wouldn't dare."

She raised one dark eyebrow, "Watch me, Sallow."  She whipped her tight ponytail around, eyes scanning the Great Hall.  "Oi!  New girl!"

Sebastian's head snapped up, frantically searching for his partner in crime.  Surely, she wasn't easy enough to fall for Imelda Reyes.

The poor victim in question was trying her best to enjoy a quiet breakfast.  She flinched at Imelda's shrill voice, ducking as if hoping the Slytherin quidditch captain wouldn't notice her.  Her eyes widening when the two girls accidentally locked eyes.  Imelda, with her nose in the air, took strong strides across the Grand Hall.  Arriving at her destination, the other students at the table suddenly grew deadly quiet, as if the flock of prey were suddenly alerted of a predator's presence.

She sighed into her porridge, "Reyes, is there something I can help you with-"

Imelda slammed her hand on the table next to the poor girl's goblet, causing all the silverware to jump to attention.  She leaned over, boxing Sebastian's best friend in with her long arms.  "Tonight.  7pm.  Meet me at the Quidditch fields.  Bring a broom."

The whole table erupted in chatter.  The tendrils of Hogwarts gossip already working their magic.  To Sebastian's horror, his crush's face erupted in patches of bright pink, as she tried to back away from Imelda's advances.  "Imelda, I would love to, but I already promised Sebast-"

The Slytherin scoffed.  "Enough of him.  What's he going to do?  Show you some dusty old book from three centuries ago?  I'm going to show you a night you will never forgot."

Sebastian jumped to his feet, wand in hand. His pumpkin juice spilled over his trousers, soaking into the fabric.

The hero of Hogwarts was stunned into silence.  Imelda was constantly on her case about "moving on" from Sebastian, but she'd never imagined that the Quidditch Captain would be the one to proposition the pining girl herself.

Natty's advice rang through her mind.  Sebastian had made it abundantly clear that he wasn't interested in her romantically.  It had hurt, to realize that the flirty looks, the indecent causal touches, the intense words, were all the same Sebastian charm that he laid on everyone.  The hero of Hogwarts was no different to him than any other girl.  She had just been too infatuated to see it.

Maybe all her friends were right.  It was time she stop sulking like a children.  It was their sixth year, they weren't getting any younger.  It was time to start courting other people, to live a little.

What was the worst thing that could happen?

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, trying to look at his best friend from across the Great Hall. Her cheeks, so prone to blushing, was now a familiar scarlet.  A weight as heavy as a stone dropped into his stomach as he watched the hero of Hogwarts tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ears, a telltale sign.  Surely….she wouldn't agree to a date with Imelda Reyes of all people, a cackling hag who had nothing better to do than steal other people's soon to be girlfriend? 

He saw how she squirmed nervously, unused to the intensity of Imelda's piercing gaze.  "Um well..I'm sure Sebastian won't mind if I push off one night.  We spend so much of our time-"

"-Excellent." Imelda clicked her tongue.  "I'm so looking forward to seeing you on the field.  Come prepared."

With the last foreboding warning, Imelda turned around, completely unbothered at all the other students staring at her bold advances.  She strode back to the Slytherin table with the same expression plastered on her face as her winning the House Cup. Imelda plopped herself right next to Sebastian, snatching a cold piece of toast from Sebastian's plate.

"And that, my dear Housemate, is how Slytherins get what they want." 

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“Sebastian!”

Sebastian walked away from the entrance of the Great Hall even faster.  Maybe if he pretended he couldn’t hear her, his crush would just eventually give up. 

A sharp tug on the back of his robes made Sebastian stop in his tracks.  Reluctantly, he turned to look at her.

Her cheeks were ruddy with exertion, giving her face a natural blush.  She looked rather flustered, an expression that has been on her face too much of late. 

She panted.  It took a lot of energy to chase after Sebastian, almost as if he was actively trying to avoid him. “Sebastian, I won't be able to meet you in the library tonight.  Imelda invited me to some late night quidditch practice.

His lips curled.  'Late night quidditch practice'.  Oh it would certainly be late all right, but Sebastian had very little faith that they would be practicing "quidditch".

Sebastian's throat was too tight.  He felt nauseous.  "Oh great, Ominis.  Me.  Imelda.  You just seem to bounce from Slytherin to Slytherin, I see." 

She flinched at his words.  Her voice turned icy.  "I mean, we study every night together Sebastian.  It's not like missing one night is a big deal."

A hot wave of embarrassment settled in his stomach.  He was an absolute idiot for hoping for anything different.  Their nightly study sessions were the highlight of Sebastian's day.  The candles in the library always seems to frame her beautiful portrait so nicely in the lights and shadows.  Whenever she was stuck on a particularly difficult essay, she would nibble on the tip of her quill, an adorably bad habit that Sebastian had grown quite fond of.  He always saved his fun stories, cute little puns, and teasing for the very end of the day.  On the days that seemed particularly stressed, Sebastian would transfigure some parchment in a flying crane, that would peck at her cheeks incessantly until she started giggling.  Sometimes they would play a game, in which Sebastian would do everything within his power to absolutely distract her from her studies.  Other times, there would just be soft comfortable silence as the two close friends read in the dying candlelight.  Eventually, one of them, usually her, would nod off silently into their textbook, and the other (usually Sebastian) would summon a blanket to drape over their cold shoulders. 

His parents were the same.  Constantly up all night curled on their plush sofas, holding each other's hands as they read their ancient tomes before putting Sebastian and Anne to sleep.  It was some of the last remaining memories Sebastian had of them before they died. 

He thought what they had together was something similar.  Clearly, Sebastian was wrong.  How could he be so foolish getting so attached to that clearly meant so little to her?

"Well, have fun getting your heart crushed.  Don't come crying to me whenever Reyes dumps you." 

Sebastian turned his back to her before he could see the look of utter devastation on her face.

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Coming Soon: Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC

Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 3)

Chapter 3: Imelda Reyes

Part 1: First Date

Part 2: Girls

"What?  Scared of some competition, Sallow?" Imelda sneered. "Afraid that the only bachelorette worth pursuing in Hogwarts will be attracted to the best flyer in Hogwarts?"  Sebastian spluttered in protest.  "Early Seeker catches the snitch.  One night with me on the quidditch field, and she'll be like a Kneazle purring in my lap."

He gaped, incredulous.  Of course, Imelda would be the one Slytherin evil enough to violate the House code.  How did he lose control of the situation so fast?  "You snake.  You wouldn't dare."

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✽ Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC ✽

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 2)

Words: 2.7k

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Chapter 2: Girls

"So…how did it go?"  Sebastian asked in his most causal voice.

The hero of Hogwarts pointedly ignored him, focused on the transfiguration before her.

Sebastian pouted, resting his cheek on his hand.  She had been avoiding Sebastian ever since he interrupted her date at Hogsmeade.  He tried to respect her need for space.  After all, how many times did Sebastian need to pout and be alone with his thoughts in their 5th year?

But it's been two whole days since they talked.  Practically eons.  Surely, she didn't expect to starve Sebastian of her companionship?  For the past two nights, he barely had any sleep, tossing and turning, dying to learn of the outcome of the date.  If she and Ben Harrrington had decided to go steady, Sebastian wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Pouting silently next to her, he watched her transform her teacup into a gerbil.  Transfiguration was one of those fields that was just as much of an art than science.  Sure, any ordinary witch or wizard could brute force solid masses and conglomerate it into its final product but…she…?

She made it look so easy, fluid lines and masses moving like water, shifting beautifully amongst itself to transform into her desires.  The hero of Hogwarts was always naturally gifted at magic.  Sebastian always took pleasure in just watching her in her element. 

Still, he had to wonder.  He gazed at her with his undivided attention.  His own gerbil had long wandered off having been entirely forgotten.  "How did it go?" 

 "How did what go?" she feigned ignorance.

He huffed.  She was smart enough to know exactly what Sebastian was referring to.  "Your…date," he hissed through gritted teeth.  "with Benjamin Cushings-

"Ben Carrow."  She corrected, still not looking up at Sebastian. 

Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mention at the other boy's name.

She chewed on her bottom lip.  With a swish of her wand, the gerbil turned back into a teacup.  In all honesty, the date hadn't gone as well as she had hoped.  Maybe it was Sebastian's interruption complicating her already confusing feelings, or maybe she was really not compatible with the 7th year.  She had been so sure Sebastian was about to confess his feelings towards her.  Everyone had told her that the other Slytherin boy harbored a crush on her.

They were wrong.  She was wrong.  It was clear that Sebastian didn't think of her as anything more than a friend.

The better she came to terms with it, the better. 

Sebastian shifted nervously at her lack of response.  She didn't understand.  Sebastian needed to know.  He needed to know if all of his chances with her were completely dashed.  Using his signature Sebastian Sallow charm, he angled his body towards her, fluffing his hair a bit, sitting exactly right.

"I assume it didn't go all too well?"  Sebastian pouted dramatically,  "It's a shame.  I rather liked him.  Seemed like a right chap."  He stretched his arms over his head languidly, knowing full well that the muscles in his arms would shift ever so slightly against his tight school outfit.  "Don't worry your head about it.  Plenty of blokes in the sea."

Finally, she slammed her fist on the desk in anger, her first real reaction during this whole conversation.  There was an ugly twist to her mouth as she glared at Sebastian with utter contempt.

"Actually, Sallow, the date went fantastic!"  She hissed through gritted teeth.  "It was just grand, thankyouverymuch.  In fact, Ben and I are going to go off an elope to London right after his graduation, and our wedding will be attended by a herd of magical unicorns, and we'll skip into the sunset." 

Abruptly, she stood up from her seat, her chair screeching backwards noisily.  "I have to talk to Natty about something."

With a swish of her hair, she turned away, stomping rather dramatically towards Natty's desk, no doubt trying to find herself a new Transfiguration partner.

Sebastian was again left alone at their desk, with only her hairy gerbil sized teacup for company.

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Dismissed from Transfiguration class, Sebastian shouldered past the rest of his classmates. "Natty!"  The Gryffindor alone.  It was the perfect time for Sebastian to do snooping.  "Natsai!"

"Sebastian!"  Natty turned around. "How was your weekend?"

"Good," Sebastian rushed, sparing the details.  The rest of the students walked around them, no doubt annoyed that they were blocking their path.  "And yours?"

"Great!  I got to spend some time with friends by the Black Lake-"

"-Oh?  Was the new Crossed Wand Champion there?"  Sebastian feigned ignorance, as if he wasn't stalking her the whole weekend.

Natty's eyes twinkled with mirth.  They were too knowing.  Still, she was kind enough to not point out how desperate he appeared.  "Oh, no, actually I believe she was on a date."

"Oh?  A date?  That's fantastic." Sebastian's smile was far too wide and far too fake.  "And how did it go… the date?"  Sebastian asked in a light airy tone, as if he wasn't dying to know every single detail.

Natty mimicked zipping her lips.  "My lips are solemnly sealed under the oath I have taken upon joining Girl Talk."

Sebastian's brows knitted in confusion.  "Girl Talk?"

She beamed; her teeth dazzling. "Our weekly afternoon tea sessions with Imelda, Poppy, your crush, and myself."

"I don't have a crush on her."  Sebastian mumbled darkly underneath his breath.  

Natty ignored his comments.  "My friend, I am sorry, but I cannot share anything with you.  If you really want to know, perhaps you should ask her yourself."

He huffed.  Well, he just tried that, and for some reason, it didn't go as well as he expected.  Sebastian's eyes widened innocently.  "Really, not even for me, your old dueling partner?"

Natty was impervious.  She shook her head resolutely.  "I am afraid not.  It is just as grave as an unbreakable vow.  Breathe a word from girl talk, and I am effectively banished from Hogwarts for Life."

He rolled his eyes.  Getting Natty to ever change her mind was like getting Headmaster Black to suddenly become tolerant of Muggles: impossible. 

"Sebastian, I sense the feeling that my weekend is not at the forefront of your mind,"  The corner of Natty's lips ticked upwards, "What is it that is troubling you?"

Sebastian sighed.  Natty was perceptive as ever.  Always able to pinpoint what was truly bothering people.  "Nothing.  Our vertically challenged friend is just avoiding me is all.  She hasn't even invited me on her outings outside Hogwarts in weeks."  He crossed his arms.  "I should be so lucky it's mostly you and Poppy that she goes on her adventures with.  I wouldn't know what I would do if she chose some troll-headed boy like Benjamin Cushings to tag along with her misadventures."

Natty frowned, confused.  "Why does it matter?  Girl or Boy?  The possibility of her developing feelings for either Poppy or myself is still present, yes?"

Warning bells rang in Sebastian's head.  Her first date with Ben What's-his-face now entirely forgotten.  "Wait, what are you saying?  Does she like…"

Natty giggled, mischief in her eye.  "Whether or not 'your crush' likes girls, boys, or both, is not for me to answer.  That is something you must ask her yourself. But…." she sang in a teasing voice.  "I have noticed how quickly her eyes look at my backside when she thinks no one is watching her."

The ground was spinning.  Sebastian fought to steady himself.  Now, no one was safe.  Not only did he have to worry about the male students that she interacted with, but the female students as well.  It instantly doubled the number of people he now had to keep his eyes on.  Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Anne. 

…Anne….

Oh Merlin, Anne.  He's left her alone with Anne many times.  How naïve he's been thinking his lonely sister could use some female company, a new friend in the lonely cottage in Feldcroft.  How positively elated he'd been when his new best friend and sister became thick as thieves.  Sebastian's heart would skip a beat whenever the hero of Hogwarts would go out of her way to stop by Feldcroft and drop off freshly made scones.

Oh Merlin the scones…what if…there were never any scones…what they've been secretly snogging this whole time?

After all, she's never made him scones before.

"If I could offer some advice, my old Cross Wands partner," Natty interrupted his thoughts.  "My father has always told me sharing my feelings is better than holding them in.  Perhaps, if you told our friend your concerns, you'll find them much more manageable than you anticipate." 

Sebastian wrinkled his nose.  Tell his crush friend how he felt?  No thanks.  He'd rather be trapped in the Scriptorium.  Biding Natty a very hasty goodbye, Sebastian sprinted to the hero of Hogwarts's favorite hiding spot in the Transfiguration courtyard. 

Curled in the shade of the biggest tree in the courtyard, she had books spread around her, jotting down notes on parchment.  Without so much as a hello, Sebastian grabbed her by the arm (strangely she did not protest at this), dragging her to a secluded corner of the courtyard by her sleeve.  He waited until the coast was clear.

"Sebastian!  What is all the fuse about?  I have a 14 inch paper due for Professor Binns!"

He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.  He turned back to hiss quietly.  "Are you interested in girls?"

She scrunched her nose in confusion, essay forgotten.  "Come again?"

Sebastian paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck.  Every fiber in his body wanted to wrap her closer, shake an answer out of her.  "Some people, rumors really, around the school say that you prefer girls as well as guys."

He did not get the reaction he wanted.  She folded her arms, leaning away from him.  "And, since when did you care for school gossip?"  She asked coldly.  "Why does it matter to you if I like girls or if I like guys?"

He felt like pulling his hair.  What did it matter?  It was only the most important question in all of Hogwarts!  What if she wasn't interested in boys at all?  What if her date with Whats-his-name was just a cover?  Oh Merlin, was Sebastian doomed from the very start?

"Of course it matters!  I need to know!"  Her disgusted expression made him backtrack.  "As your friend of course.  I'm not…I'm not…a hateful git or anything."  She scoffed, walking away.  "Oh don't be like that.  You know I'm not against the idea of two woman or two men being together.  Merlin, Sirona is one of the best people I know…and….and Professor Garlick!  I'm pretty sure she fancies a lady!  Not sure who..but…you know she looks the type!" 

His friend stopped walking away from him.  Her body was stiff.  Her voice was low and dangerous.  "She looks the type?"

Sebastian could sense he was about to walk into a trap he didn't know he sprung.  "Well, I mean the general…aura.  But it doesn't matter!  Point is, I will always be your friend.  Regardless of who-I mean, what type of person you like!"

Her eyes narrowed, Sebastian was getting on her last fucking nerve.  First the date, then the incessant nagging during Transfiguration, now this.  What had gotten in Sebastian recently? 

Spinning around, she marched back to Sebastian.  She was going to give him a piece of her mind.  Before she could spew her angry tirade, the words were caught in her throat.

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Sebastian had a soft expression on his face.  He was shuffling his feet nervously in the courtyard.  His hair had fallen from its normally perfect coif, tumbling over his brow.  No doubt, he had been grabbing at its roots, in frustration.  He gazed at her through its strands with wide bright eyes.

And just as suddenly as it came, her anger deflated.  This was Sebastian, her closest friend in Hogwarts.  No matter what awful thing he did, she could never be too angry at him.  "You wouldn't reveal this secret of mine to everyone in Hogwarts?"

"Never."   Sebastian answered automatically.  "Every secret you tell me, I guard with my life.  I would never betray you like that.  And, no matter who you like, you'll always be one of my closest friends.  That I can promise."  He was alarmed at his own sincerity.  Sebastian would never stop caring for her, even if she didn't reciprocate his feelings, though…he'd much rather prefer if she did feel the same way. 

Her shoulders relaxed.  "Even if I was only attracted to nasally annoying gits named Leander Prewitt?"

"Prewitt???  Blasted Prewitt??" he sputtered at her laughter.  "Now, hold on a minute.  Your preferences don't mean you have to lack taste!  Like any gender you want, but Leander Prewitt?  Leander?  What?  Too many troll attacks knock your head a bit lose?  Prewitt?"

She tried to stifle her laughter behind her robe sleeves.  She looked more relax, all the tension disappearing from her shoulders.  She knew Sebastian was an stand up gentleman deep down, but she couldn't help but be a bit nervous talking about a subject as sensitive as this.  She could never knew how people would react in this day and age.  She wouldn't want to lose her best friend.  "Alright, alright, Sebastian.  Don't bully the poor boy.  I get it.  You're not an ignorant prude." 

"Only when it comes to Prewitt."  Sebastian muttered underneath his breath.

Her expression softened, overwhelmingly relieved that Sebastian was an ally (abetted an awkward one at that).  She pulled Sebastian into an unexpected hug, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.  Her hands gripped on his robes hard.  It was silly that she was so worried talking to Sebastian about something like this.  It was Sebastian, the boy who always stood by her side.  She should have known from the very first moment Sebastian took the fall for their adventure in the restricted section that he would do anything for her.

Sebastian was thrown off, instantly overwhelmed.  He didn't know what prompted the hug, but the Slytherin wasn't going to ever let opportunities like this pass over him.  Quickly seizing his moment, he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly.  He never wanted to let her go.  He basked in her scent, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume.  Honeysuckle, lavender, and her favorite apple tarts from the kitchen.  Soft strands of her hair tickled his cheek.  Her arms were so sure and comforting around him. 

Merlin, this feeling was dangerous.  In her arms, everything felt so right.  The world was at peace and every insurmountable problem in Sebastian's life had entirely slipped his mind.  He couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling, but whatever it was, it was far more dangerous than any dark arts that he had ever dabbled in.  Before he could take it in any more, the hug was over.  Just as quickly it started, it was gone.

He missed her warmth.

The transfer stood in front of him, awkwardly fidgety as if she was surprised by her own reactions.  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.  "Um, good talk Sebastian.  I…I have to go finish my History of Magic Essay before Binns gives me detention.  Um, see you at dinner!"  With that rushed goodbye, she scurried out of the corridor.

Sebastian stood there lamely still trying to memorize the scent of her shampoo.  His heart was pounding as though he just fought off a troll and won.  He folded his arms.  "She never did answer my question, did she?" 

Part 3

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A/N: MC is bisexual af.  Sebastian's just too stupid to read between the lines.

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Coming Soon: Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC

Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 2)

Chapter 2: Girls

 "Some people, rumors really, around the school say that you prefer girls as well as guys."

Sebastian did not get the reaction he wanted.  She folded her arms, leaning away from him.  "And, since when did you care for school gossip?"  She asked coldly.  "Why does it matter to you if I like girls or if I like guys?"

He felt like pulling his hair.  What did it matter?  It was only the most important question in all of Hogwarts!  What if she wasn't interested in boys at all?  Oh Merlin, was Sebastian doomed from the very start?

"Of course it matters!  I need to know!"  Her disgusted expression made him backtrack.  "As your friend of course.  I'm not…I'm not…a hateful git or anything."  She scoffed, walking away.  "Oh don't be like that." Sebastian whined. "You know I'm not against the idea of two woman or two men being together.  Merlin, Sirona is one of the best people I know…and….and Professor Garlick!  I'm pretty sure she fancies a lady!  Not sure who..but…you know she looks the type!" 

His friend stopped walking away from him and turned around.  Her voice was low and dangerous.  "She looks the type?"

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A/N: Will Sebastian stop being a dumb teenage boy? Stay tuned~

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Dropped a Spiderman fic if you're interested!

🕸 The Chase 🕸 || Miguel x f!Spider

Summary: She was the perfect prey. And he was a natural predator. And Miguel's getting sick of her games...

Words: 2.9k

A/N: Please let me know if I use Spanish incorrect. I"m not a native speaker and appreciate any feedback!

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Like most other days, today quickly started turning to shit for Miguel O'Hara.  Lego Spiderman, one of his best, was recently admitted to the MedBay for Lego related injuries (not funny Lyla).  Morales and his gang of hooligans had botched yet another simple mission.  Peter B. was giving him lip and wouldn't stop droning on about Mayday.  And Hobie…?

Ugh, Miguel didn't even want to think about Hobie. 

And worst yet, his own body was driving him crazy.  His fangs ached so terribly.  The gums around them reddened and tender.  His head was fuzzy, and every fiber in his muscles ached, begging to be let free. 

"I see you're still working well into the early hours of the morning." A soft feminine voice remarked from the shadows.  A lithe Spiderwoman walked up in front of the numerous monitors and screens in front of him. 

Miguel grunted.  Without any windows in headquarters, he hadn't even noticed the hours passing by.  "Hard not to when you have Miles Morales fucking everything up around here."

The Spiderwoman rolled her eyes in fond exasperation.  It was obvious even to those who weren't close with Miguel, that he was starting to lose control of himself.  He'd be driving everyone crazy for nearly a week.  Snapping at the smallest insult, berating the poor new recruit, and worst of all (in Peter B's opinion) refusing to look at the newest reels of Mayday's baby pictures.

In her opinion, Miguel needed to get control of his attitude.  And she knew just the fix.

"Miguel, you are too hard on that poor Morales kid.  He tries his best and means well."

"Yeah?  Well he screws up every single operation I send him out on."  Miguel soldiered on, continue to bury himself in his charts, figures, and a figurative stack of reports. 

The Spiderwoman hummed.  As one of the first ones to be recruited by Miguel into their "Spider society", she's seen Miguel transform from headstrong "One and only" Spiderman to the supreme leader of an elite and deadly Spider Society.  Though it was always hard to tell what that man was thinking, she hoped that he would consider her a friend.

She always hoped that he was never too peeved whenever she called him out on his bullshit. 

"You seem more stressed than usual."  Before Miguel could interrupt her to claim otherwise, she finished.  "How can I help?"

Miguel momentarily paused in his work.  Their eyes connecting for the briefest moments through the transparent screens that separated them.  He faint stress lines on his forehead made the poor man appear older than he deserved.  Several strands stuck out from his perfectly gelled hair, no doubt from the numerous times he ran his fingers through his hair.  It seemed, at least from her view, that he had so much he wanted to say.  Or maybe, it was her heart that yearned for Miguel to finally say what he had been holding back for so long.  His shoulders softened at her smile. 

"Nah, you've done enough work this week."  He averted his eyes away from hers.  "Go get some rest before you get too cranky for tomorrow's meeting."

The corners of her lips dipped down in frustration.  She didn't need Spidey-senses to be able to tell how the waves of stress rolled off of his tight shoulders in waves.

"How about you and I do a training session together tomorrow?"  She asked suddenly.  "It's been a while since you got out of your tall pedestal." 

His fingers paused in their typing as if he was actually considering it for a moment.  The itch under his skin begging to be addressed.

They quickly resumed their work.  Miguel let out a frustrated sigh.  "I just told you that I'm up to my ears in work.  And besides, if it weren't for that Morales kid-"

"I know, I know."  She placated.  "I know you find it hard to believe, but I do listen to what you tell me."

Miguel scoffed, clearly not believing her.

"Well, I think you could use some training tomorrow.  When's the last time you got some fresh air?  Really let those…instincts run while."

They looked at each other in the eyes again, this time without the blue-green screens separating them.

Besides Lyla, she was one of the few Spiderpeople to understand how badly the spider DNA affected Miguel.  She herself was bitten by a particularly nasty spider and often appeared more animal than human.  Miguel tried to pretend otherwise, using temporarily serums and DNA injections to stave off the worst of the symptoms but….

…it was hard hiding that part of himself from someone like her.

Their "training" wasn't…traditional.  It was very private, very secret affair that they told no one with the sole exception of Lyla who was bond by code to secrecy.  Miguel really doubted what they did together to be counted as training at all.  But Miguel and her…were…uniquely biologically disposed in similar enough ways that they could find solace in each other and bond over their more animalistic sides.

Still, didn't make it any less awkward to explain to outsiders.

He was the one to break eye contact first.  Looking away, he again pretended to busy himself with silly work. 

"Can't."  He grunted.  "Like I said, I’m busy."

He couldn't help but notice how her eyes gleamed mischievously.  "Some other time then,"  With a small wave of her hand, she disappeared into the darkness, and Miguel naively thought that they could put the conversation to rest.

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Like most nights, Miguel somehow managed to squeeze in a couple hours of rather fitful sleep.   Sleep was just as difficult as any battle for him.  Between He padded to his workstation ready to start a whole new laundry list of tasks.

"Lyla, what's the docket looking like this morning."  He asked sleepily, rubbing his face with his large palm, careful to not let his claws pierce his eyes.

Only silence responded.

"Lyla?  C'mon I don't have time for your games."

His voice echoed ominously across the empty room. 

Slowly dragging his palm down his face, he finally looked up his screens.

Their automatic sensors were off.  The backlights dim, and all of his work had been completely reshuffled. 

Someone had been here.  Funny enough, he had a pretty good guess as to who.  Amidst all the tedious paperwork, there was an old-fashioned sticky note attached to his desk.

"Heya Mig, hope you slept well.  If you would like Lyla to be up and running again, come and find me for some sparring practice!

-EARTH 45690"

Miguel swore underneath his breath in colorful Spanish.  She knew he hated that nickname.  His fangs were so sore in his gums.  His thoughts felt clouded by a thick fog and moved sluggishly.  He could feel the rush of biological chemicals running through his veins.  He did not have time for this bullshit.

Punching the written number into his watch, he walked through the open portal into whatever dimension she summoned him to.  The sooner he get this over with, the sooner he could go back to work.

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Instantly, he was met with a blast of humid heat that did not feel good against his feverish skin.  Blinking at the stark sunlight, he took stock of his surroundings.  Gigantic prehistoric palm levels, staggering cliffs, and dragonflies the size of German Shepherds.

Great.  Prehistoric New York.  Spider Rex's Earth.  Why on earth would she bring him here?

"Hello Miguel!"

Miguel's neck craned upwards.  The offending spider woman was resting in a cozy little hammock made out of spider webbing as if she had all the time in the word.

She was getting on his nerves.

"I don't have time to play games with you."  He shouted from the ground, hoping she could hear him.  "Get rid of whatever virus you gave Lyla this time, so we can get back to schedule."

She frowned, staring at him from above.  "Hm…wellllll I do have this handy dandy UBS, but I'm afraid you'll have to catch me first to use it."

She hadn't even finished her grand speech before Miguel was already climbing up the rock giving chase.  His talons sunk into the sides of the cliff, tearing apart the earth beneath him every time he climbed forward.

Reaching desperately, he clawed at the UBS drive in her fingers.  Her wrist snapped back.  The thumb drive mere inches away from his reach.  He growled dangerously.  His patience waning. 

Her face split into a grin underneath her mask. 

"You thought it was going to be that easy?"  She teased.  She got up from her homemade hammock.  She made a big show of stretching her loose limbs.  She was calm as if she were a woman warming up before a Pilates class instead of a Spiderwoman about to be hunted down by her very, very pissed boss. 

"Give.  Me.  The. Stick."  Miguel's growled, his tone dangerous. 

"Only if you catch me."  She sang.

Before Miguel could react, she was gone, using the overgrown palm trees above them to sling away. 

He chased after her. 

They did this quite often.  They would meet each other in a throwaway universe, they would spar, Miguel would hunt her down, and they would go back to their lives as normal.  If someone like Peter B were to find out about this "training" of theirs, they would call it flirting. But her and Miguel knew better.  People whose DNAs were laced with spider DNA….there was a part of themselves they tried to suppress, try to hide for the betterment of spider society.

This was one rare moments where they could let out this side of them.

She zipped and zagged through the thick foliage, like an acrobat weaving through fabric.  She danced with the practiced experience of a superhero well-versed in her art.  Miguel was just as deadly, breaking through the heavy trees, leaving a trail of broken twigs and disturbed underbrush in his way.  In his crazed frenzy, he wrecked havoc on the peaceful forest.

The only warning she got was the glint of slitted amber eyes in darkness, before a weight slammed into her in a frenzied blur.  She blocked his arm with one hand.  The other held the prized UBS stick out of Miguel's reach tauntingly.

They sparred for a while, well-practiced in each other's movements and attacks.  Sometimes she would land a well-placed clever blow on him, and other times his claws would come dangerously close to the UBS.  Finally, he managed to pin her lithe form into the forest ground.  Miguel's lips turned up into a snarl that showed off his pointed incisors.

She couldn't help but whimper.

His bulking, threatening form was pressed on top of hers.  With his body so close against her, he could smell her sweet and alluring scent, making something inside him purr with need. Honeysuckle, soft cotton, and the lavender shampoo she always used.

He did his best to ignore it.  This was sparring.  Nothing more.  It would never be anything more.  Don't be creepy to your female subordinate.

"You make this too easy."  He growled.  "Don't lose your edge so fast."

She panted, trying to even her respiratory rate.  His clawed hands were so warm, pressing her arms down onto the ground.  He radiated body heat.  His pinpoint pupils stared her down, pinning her in place.  The moment their gazes met, she couldn't look away, captured by those glowing eyes.

No, no, stop.  Don't go there.  He was her coworker.  Her boss.  Her boss with enough emotional baggage to rival any other Spiderperson.  This…training they had between them was for professional use only.  A way to get the edge off.  Like yoga, or boxing.  No romance involved.

Her spider instincts said otherwise.  It took everything in her to ignore her body that was screaming to get as close to Miguel as possible.

Her voice was raspy with need.  "Don't worry, Miguel, I have still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

And with a flick of her wrist, her web trap sprang to life.  Without any Spidey senses, intricate sticky web ensnared Miguel in place.  She deftly rolled out of his grasp, free again to gloat at another tiny victory.  She hovered closely, the eyes on her mask innocent and curious as she observed him.

He growled.  His muscles straining against the restraints.  "Oh you'll pay for that one, chica." 

She tried to hide her giggles behind her hands.

With a quick flex of biceps, the spiderwebs ripped apart.  His bulging muscles and claws easily shredding through her webbing like paper.  Though he was only caught for a few seconds, it was enough of an opening for her to slip away.  Miguel sprung to life lunging after her with clawed hands.

She dodged easily, already slinging away.

He huffed.  Infuriating woman.  He chased after her retreating form.  His blood was pumping hot in his veins.  "You know, this is only eating away at the time I have available for all my stupid paperwork."  His voice lacked any real heat behind his words.  He tried to swipe at her with his talons, only to find her just out of arms reach.

She languidly dogged his arm as she swung on her webbing.  "Hmmm. Your work?  I did it for you already last night."

Miguel's heart skipped a beat.  He almost lost his footing.  "Y-you…you did?"

She twisted her body back to face him as she swung backwards with ease.  "I did most of the stuff I could do without your explicit approval, with Lyla's help of course."  Miguel managed to grab onto her ankle.  She broke through his grasp with well-practiced dexterity.  "Everything else on your desk is just waiting for your signature."

She didn't have to do his busywork.  In fact, Miguel highly discouraged it.  She was far more useful in the field.  Her competency shouldn't be wasted on tasks that were benefit her.  Still, it didn't stop the warmth blooming in his chest.

They flew through the air, going through the motions of this well-practiced dance they had between them.  Perhaps it was accidental or more likely it was on purpose, but eventually her pace faltered as she momentarily lost her balance running from Miguel. 

It was enough for Miguel. 

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he finally caught her.  He slammed her roughly against the nearest rockwall, perhaps too roughly for anyone else that wasn't a Spider.  The forceful impact cracking the wall behind her.  It shuddered as rubble fell on top of the both of them.  Using his back, Miguel shielded from from most of the debris. 

He removed his mask from his face, starved for as much oxygen as he could get.

"Parece que finalmente gané (Look's like I finally won)."  His voice was rough with exertion.

Pulling off her own mask She gasped for air.  Her hair, sticky with sweat, clung to her face and eyelashes.  Her eyes were blown wide from a mixture of adrenaline and exertion.  She jutted out her chin arrogantly, or maybe invitingly.  "Are you here to collect your prize?" 

With a grin on Miguel's handsome face and darkened eyes, he pinned her arms above her, trapping her against the wall.  There was no doubt in his mind, that if she truly did not want this, she could easily break free from his grasp.  There was a flash of sharp fangs as Miguel loomed over her possessively.  Adrenaline pumping through his veins, minds pulsating with animalistic need, he leaned down to kiss her.  The prized UBS drive now entirely forgotten. 

His lips were so soft and contrasted so nicely against the hard contours of the rest of his body.  She eagerly melted into the kiss, wrapping her legs around Miguel's waist to get closer to him.  He smelled of sweat, musk, and sandalwood.  She struggled not to get drunk off of his scent.   Clawed fingers carefully reached up to cup her face, caressing it so gently. 

His sharp canines accidentally nicked her bottom lip.  Before he could pull away and apologize, she whimpered with need, her tongue darted out, licking at the broken skin.  She looked wild, entirely animalistic, giving into her most base urges.  Miguel was sure he looked the exact same. 

Miguel's fangs latched onto the soft skin of her neck, piercing.  She keened, basking in the pleasure.  Miguel had enough restraint to at least hold back from injecting her with paralytic venom but as her hands roamed over his pectorals greedily, it was getting harder and harder to stop himself from claiming her.

"Miguel, please."  She begged against his skin.  Her throat already bruising with love marks, there was two obvious puncture wounds left by Miguel.

The rational, stressed side of him froze at the sight of her.  She looked like she'd been attacked by…some monster.  What on earth was he thinking?  This was his subordinate, someone he respected.  Someone who sat right next to him during boring conference meetings.  This was wildly inappropriate.  Trapping her and just having his way with her.

He pulled back almost scalded.  He can't believe he let it get this far. 

Seeing his reluctance, she fisted his spidersuit pulling him closer to her.  An animalistic growl came from her throat. Her red eyes were dilated with need.  "Don't you dare fucking stop, Miguel O'Hara."

"Mierda."  What little restrain he had snapped, as he lunged forward to consume her.

Later…much later…he'd ask her again if she would like to spar with him again sometime soon. 

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Fierymiasma Update: New Spiderman Blog

Hi everyone! Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me. If you're interested, I have also started a new blog with Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse content. This way followers who are just interested in Hogwarts Legacy content won't have to be bombarded with Spiderman and vice versa. Please feel free to check it out if you're interested.

For everyone else, I will be occasionally reblogging or crosspostting my content from the Spiderman blog, just to start to get a following. Please be patient with me!

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And as always, more content coming soon!

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Thank you to everyone who has read it so far! Part two coming soon!

Find Part 1 Here!

Coming Soon: Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC

Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be

Chapter 1: First Dates

Requested by Anon

"You can't date him."  His words were coming out rushed and forced.  "You're the most powerful witch in our generation.  The prettiest one on top of it and the funniest one here.  You deserve better."

She scoffed, wrenching her hand away from his loose grip.  She was sick of pretty words from a pretty boy.  It felt rather cold and lonely now.  "What do you know what I deserve?

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 𖦹 Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC 𖦹

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be

Requested by Anon

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Words: 2.7k

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1. First Date

"Is it true, Poppy?"  Sebastian shook the poor girl by the shoulders so hard that her head was bobbing back and forth like a ragdoll.  "Are you certain you saw her on a date?  Could you possibly have mistaken her for someone else?"

Ever since his crush best friend saved Hogwarts, she had been constantly surrounded by male attention.  It hadn't bothered Sebastian (it did).  After all, he knew that what the two of them had was more than any silly hero worship could compare to.  The hero of Hogwarts and Sebastian were inseparable.  They were friends, dueling companions…they were…

…Well frankly Sebastian didn't quite know what they were.

Until now.

"Why do you want to know so much Sallow?" A feminine Scottish voice interrupted the conversation from behind Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian swore.  Imelda fucking Reyes.  Just what he needed.  He had been in the middle of interrogating naïve Poppy Sweeting regarding their mutual friend's whereabouts.  This wasn't the time for Imelda and her egotistic mind games.  "This doesn't concern you, Reyes.  I was speaking to Sweeting."  He turned towards the short girl.  "Poppy, as one of her dear friends, her best friend, you need to tell me where she is.  All of Hogwarts depends on it."

Before Poppy could even respond, Imelda stepped in between them.  With a flick of her wrist, she cast the tongue-tying jinx, silencing Poppy.

Poppy squeaked, fingers flying to her lips in surprise.  Sebastian's eyes widened in shock.  The only thing anyone could hear coming from Poppy's mouth was a string of unintelligible garble.

Imelda patted Poppy on the shoulder.  "I think Poppy is having some trouble remembering the date's name."  Poppy's eyebrows furrowed in contempt at Imelda as she tried to unsuccessful untie her tongue.  "If only there was something to help jog the poor girl's memory."

Imelda made a hand gesture with her fingers like a Gringotts goblin rubbing two sickles together.

Sebastian's mouth dropped.  It was just like Imelda to butt into a personal crisis and profit off the situation. This was not the time for extortion.  Not when the savior's very first kiss was on the line.  A part of him wanted to wring Reyes neck.  But another, smaller, more Slytherin part of Sebastian applauded Reyes' clever thinking.  Digging a couple of sickles from the recesses of his pockets, he chucked them into Reyes clawed hands. 

"Are we settled, Imelda?"  Sebastian sneered.  "Can you leave me and Sweetings alone?"

"Hm…."  Imelda looked down at the paltry sum in her hands.  "Maybe her handsome date took her to the library…or was it the Quidditch field?  Actually, I believe the pair went on a picnic next to the Lake.  It is, after all, very romantic when the sun sets.  A perfect view for snogging, if you ask me." 

Sebastian called Imelda many foul, frankly unforgivable, names number his breath.  "I'll do your History of Magic essay as well."

Imelda waved her wand over Poppy's face, undoing the spell.

Poppy coughed, sticking out her tongue at Imelda.  "She's at the teashop in Hogsmeade with Benjamin Carrow.  He's a Gryffindor 7th year."  Poppy's cheeks blushed a bit.  "Super tall.  Very nice to look at."

Well, he did not need to know that last bit of information.  Sebastian's neck muscles tightened.  Benjamin Carrow.  Sebastian was well aware of the reputation of that particular Gryffindor.  He was even more aware of the effect that rake had on the female population of Hogwarts.  Handsome.  Chivalrous (supposedly).  And of course, in Sebastian's book, up to absolutely no good. 

He muttered a quick thanks to Poppy under his breath, before he spun away in a huff, stomping away with more force than necessary.

With the angry Slytherin out of the picture, Imelda flipped two sickles into Poppy's open hands.  Poppy frowned at the coins in her hand, her stomach twisting into knots.  "Should we tell Sebastian that he has nothing to worry about?  I feel awfully bad watching him so stressed out over nothing."

Imelda happily tallied up the remaining sum of coins in her hand before pocketing them.  "And ruin his fun?  Never."

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Sebastian ran to Hogsmeade so fast that one could almost accuse him of apparating.  His lungs were about to explode.  One of his ribs might have broken in the process of running up to Hogsmeade.  He steadied his hands on his thighs, trying to take deep breaths to replenish his supply of oxygen.  Slamming open the door of the teashop, he scanned the cozy space for any signs of his friend. 

His stomach dropped.  Left corner booth in the back, hidden behind the wall of flutterby bushes.  A classic play.  It was the best place for unwed, young couples to neck in public without getting caught.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to let her be a victim any time soon.

He smoothed his hair into place.  It was drenched from his sweat.  No doubt, he looked like a mess, having practically bent time and space to get here.

With the confidence that only Sebastian Sallow could exude, he walked up to the couple's booth, ready to put a stop to this nonsense.

"Benjamin?  It's funny running into you at a place like this!  It's been a while since you were at Crossed Wands."  Sebastian's tone was cheerful but his mouth was flat.

"Sebastian?"  the savior of Hogwarts asked before her date could even say anything.

"I need to speak with you."  Sebestian dropped all pretenses of pretending to give a shit about her date. 

 "You need to speak with me."  She repeated flatly.

This operation was not going as well as he had hoped.  "It's unfortunately urgent."

A painted eyebrow arched with skepticism. "You have an urgent message that cannot wait until this is over."   It was rather apparent that she did not believe him. 

Sebastian couldn't help himself anymore.  Gently wrapping his hand around hers, he pulled her out of her chair.  Well in for a knut, in for a sickle.  "Yes, terribly sorry…" he address her date,  "…rather unfortunate timing, but we must be on our way.  No rest for the hero of Hogwarts after all." 

She did not put up any resistance against him,  her hand tightened in his as she allowed the other man to help her out of her seat.  As Sebastian led her out of the teashop into the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, the savior of Hogwarts wondered what on earth was so important that Sebastian had to interrupt her very first date.

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Sebastian was still holding her hand as he steered her to a more secluded alleyway to have a private conversation.  His hands were warm against hers.  Despite them being such close friends, they didn't really touch much.  Oh of course, she yearned for any excuses to brush against Sebastian.  Bumping into him in the hallway, pressing her back against his in an exciting duel.

But holding hands?  In public?  Why by both Muggle and Wizarding standards, it was quite the controversy.  Still she tried to cherish the feeling of his skin against hers even for this brief moment in time.

All too soon, they both arrived at the secluded nook right behind the backdoor of the Three Broomsticks.  Sebastian reluctantly let go of her hand.  Her heart was pounding in her throat as she let herself be whisked away from her date.  This was it.   After a whole year of waiting, months of yearning, and weeks of pining after the handsome Slytherin.  Sebastian was going to finally confess his feelings towards her. 

Poppy, Imelda and Natt had all reassured her, time and time again, that Sebastian was head over heels in love with her.  In fact, it was Imelda who suggested going on a date to "remind Sallow of the other eligible bachelors".  She resisted at first.  It felt wrong to even imagine being with anyone other than Sebastian Sallow, but as their 6th year of Hogwarts dragged on, and as the leaves started falling from the trees, it got harder and harder to say no to all the date proposals.  

Biting at her bottom lip, she looked at the boy before her, hoping that Sebastian would finally confess his feelings towards her. 

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As Sebastian led her outside the romantic teashop, he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was.  Well, Sebastian had always thought that the savior of Hogwarts was extremely attractive, even when she was covered in troll boogeys, but….with her hair done up, the small amounts of make up on her face, and a fetching dress that hugged her curves….

In the rare moments that Sebastian would pick up one of Anne's romance books, he would always roll his eyes and scoff at the writers who moaned at the difficulties of describing a Veela's beauty.

Now, he was starting to understand how they must have felt. 

"Sebastian Sallow.  Whatever you tell me has better be important."

She folded her arms in front of her chest, clearly not amused by his antics.  Her finger drummed from forearm nervously, no doubt hoping to go back inside with Benjamin fucking Carrow.

"Sebastian Sallow," she repeated again, but this time there was a dangerous tone in her voice.  "What was it, that was so important that you needed to interrupt?"

Her face was flushed a pretty pink, reminding Sebastian of the love potions Professor Sharp showed off in class last week.  She looked even more beautiful when she looked murderously pissed at Sebastian.  It was perhaps not an appropriate time to tell her how attractive she looked when she was angry.

"You can't date him."  Sebastian fumbled.

"Who says I'm even on a date?" She shot back haughtily. 

Sebastian clenched his jaw.  "The Hogsmeade teashop.  Teatime for two.  Corner booth to the left.  Classic play.  Gryffindors use it all the time."

Okay, so maybe it was a date. 

"Plus you're wearing a new dress I've never seen you in and wearing make up."  His hands balled into fists.  "You never wear make up like that."  His voice was a hint accusatory. 

She touched her lips subconsciously.  Make up was still very new to her.  It was her first date in well…her whole life, and she wanted to do something special.  The hero of Hogwarts who was well versed in ancient magic and defeating trolls…was a novice in the romance department.  She was so nervous that her make up gave her face a ghoulish appearance.  But her date hadn't even commented or noticed.  Her stomach flipped.  She didn't know that Sebastian was the type of boy to even notice changes to her appearances. 

Seeing what looked like to him a cold mask of disdain on her face, he knew he had to say something less she suddenly lose interest in the conversation and go back inside with that prat. 

"You need to turn him down."  He stressed. 

"And why is that?"

A thousand arguments raced through Sebastian's brain.  "He's a prick.  I know his type, only dates whoever the most popular girl is.  The second he loses interest in you, he'll move onto the next." 

For some reason, Sebastian's words stung.  With all the boys asking her out in her 6th year, she had hoped that it was because they found her personality charming, or witty, or frankly they found her appearance flattering.  She was always a bit fearful that the boys were attempting to court her out for the bragging rights of getting a kiss from "the hero of Hogwarts."  She crossed her arms in front of her.  "Well maybe he's changed."

Sebastian snorted.  "He hasn't."

She frowned.  "Well, you don't know that.  I like Ben.  He's different.  He's not like the other boys."

Sebastian rolled his eyes in exasperation.  How many times had he heard that same expression come from Anne? 

"He's a bloke, for Merlin's sake.  They're all assholes."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him pointedly.

"Except me."  Sebastian corrected.  "I'm awful for entirely different reasons."

She sniffed.  "You just don't like him because you're jealous that he gets more attention from other girls than you do."  she mumbled under her breath bitterly.

The boy blinked owlishly.  Something felt off about her statement but he wasn't quite sure why.  His best friend had never hinted that she was ever upset at the female attention Sebastian received.  In fact, ever since she had come to Hogwarts, Sebastian had never paid any mind to them.  Why would she be so bothered by it?

Why did it even matter when she was the only one that Sebastian truly gave a damn about?

His chest felt tight.  "Please, take my word for it."  Sebastian looked her in the eyes.  "Fellows like him…they're only after one thing, and the second they get it from you, they'll drop you like a sack of Dragon Dung." Sebastian's voice was quiet.  "I just don't want to see my friend hurt."

She huffed, looking away from Sebastian and breaking eye contact.  "He's a Gryffindor.  They're more chivalrous than you give them credit for."

Slytherins were far better dates, and she knew it.  Sebastian couldn't help but mumble under his breath.  "Doubt it.  He's a Gryffindor.  They're all assholes."

She glared at him.  "Garreth, Leander, and Natty are all Gryffindors."

Sebastian grimaced.  "And it's truly Natsai's greatest flaw." 

She scoffed.  She can't believe she just let him waltz in there and kidnap her away from her date, only for Sebastian to basically just throw a tantrum.  She was becoming like Ominis, too lenient on Sebastian's shenanigans.  "Why do you even care?" 

Sebastian looked at her incredulously.  Did she not listen to a word of what he said?  It's like she was purposely playing deaf. 

"You're one of my best friends besides Ominis.  I don't want to see you get involved with someone bound to hurt you." 

Her body stiffened.  ' A friend just like Ominis'.  A friend.  That's all they were to each other wasn't it?  Merlin, how could she be so stupid.  "And that’s why you came all this way to interrupt my date?  Because I'm one of your friends?"  She hissed the last two words through gritted teeth.

Sebastian ducked his head.   He took a shaky breath in.  "Yes.  Ever since you came into my life, everything has changed.  I care for you, deeply.  You are one of my best friends, and I wouldn't be here without you."

She shoulders dropped.  This wasn't what she wanted to hear.  "I got to go Sebastian.  It's rude for a lady to keep a man waiting." 

Sebastian stood there in the damp alleyway, feeling exceedingly vulnerable, wondering what exactly he said wrong. 

Before she could fully leave him, he turned towards her retreating form.  He grasped her hand, holding her in place.  Her wrist felt so warm in his hold.  If he pressed his thumb down more firmly, he could feel her pulse point beat steadily against his.

She stilled.

"You can't date him."  His words came out rushed and forced.  "You're the most powerful witch in our generation.  The prettiest one on top of it and the funniest one here.  You deserve better."

She scoffed, wrenching her hand away from his loose grip.  She was sick of pretty words from a pretty boy.  It felt rather cold and lonely now.  "What do you know what I deserve?

Sebastian's voice was thick with emotion.  "I know you deserve someone who isn't intimated by how powerful you are.  Someone who will always support your silly little errands.  Someone who you can trust to have at your back in a duel.  A gentleman who will always be loyal to you."

Someone….someone like me.  He thought privately.

He didn't dare say the last part out loud.

Her eyes searched his face, perhaps looking from more from him.  After a beat of silence, her shoulders fell.  There was a stony, unreadable expression on her face.

"Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Sebastian." Her voice quiet and her lips pressed together tightly.  "I'll be sure to remember your advice."  Whipping her nicely done hair behind her, she walked back into the teashop, no doubt returning to a rather nice date with that sleazy Gryffindor. 

Sebastian stood in the alleyway by himself, alone.  He couldn't help but feel as though she wanted something more from him, but he couldn't tell what. 

Part 2

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Coming Soon: Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC

Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be

Chapter 1: First Dates

Requested by Anon

"You can't date him."  His words were coming out rushed and forced.  "You're the most powerful witch in our generation.  The prettiest one on top of it and the funniest one here.  You deserve better."

She scoffed, wrenching her hand away from his loose grip.  She was sick of pretty words from a pretty boy.  It felt rather cold and lonely now.  "What do you know what I deserve?

[fierymiasma]

Can I request f!mc ravenclaw (don’t mind tho) x Sebastian where she’s quite popular after defeating Ranrok and receiving a lot of male attention? Of course our jealous boy doesn’t like it, especially when he hears from Poppy she agreed to go on a date with one and is currently on said date. He runs all the way to Hogsmeade to interrupt it, shows up out of breath, and (boldly but politely haha) takes her hand and drags her out. yet MC doesn’t mind one bit; sebastian is the only boy she likes (loves 👀) and after his little stunt, she finally has no doubt he shares her feelings.

I loved this idea so much that I spun it into a (Very small) quick mini-series. It's slightly different from the ask but I hope you like it!

Coming soon: "5 Times Sebastian was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be"