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legacygirlingreen · 17 days

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I'm just writing random smut this month I guess?

Anyway, here's the completed fic from the preview I posted the other day.

Tagging @sallowsswan by request 💖

Summary: Sebastian endures an uncomfortable facet of living with a girl - getting caught with his pants down.

Word count: ~5700

Warning: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Headache

A headache - that was Sebastian's story, and he was sticking to it.

While he was eternally grateful his ever-present friend elected to reside with him in Feldcroft since fifth year passed to help combat his loneliness, Sebastian was, at times, less than appreciative of her steadfast loyalty.

Times like earlier that morning while they'd been fishing in the nearby stream to catch something for lunch, and the water splashed up onto her modest white blouse, revealing a fair bit more than she typically chose to show. When his slacks grew too tight for comfort, he'd made the feeble excuse of heading back home to sleep off a sudden headache.

A head was certainly aching, but she didn't need to be privy to which one he was referring to.

As such, he'd left her on the riverbank in a hurry, chucked his muddy boots outside the front door, and draped one filthy sock over the door handle - just in case.

With a relieved sigh, Sebastian finally eased the strain on his groin by unfastening his pants, dropping a trail of clothing all the way to his bed where he sank down into it, hand already wrapped securely around the base of his shaft before the back of his head even hit the pillow.

A few firm pumps, and he'd successfully taken himself from pitifully half-mast to throbbing while he pictured the scene responsible for his erotic shame.

Disregarding the fact that she was his friend, Sebastian let his imagination wander to filthy fantasy - she didn't need to know where his private thoughts strayed, and he sure as hell wasn't going to volunteer that information to his prim housemate even under threat of crucio.

Steering away from the incredibly un-sensual knowledge that he was rubbing one out to the very same witch he'd have to look in the eye later, Sebastian did what any young man in his position would do - he let the blood flow promptly out of his brain to his nethers, forsaking thought and morality in favor of more pleasurable exploits.

Messily braided hair, already frizzy and disasterous from the summer humidity. Her bright, almond eyes staring straight at him, and those teasing lips, plush and curved upward with a laugh while she splashed water at him.

She was just so pretty.

"Fuck..." He groaned out, hips rutting upward to meet his hand, a thumb swiping over the tip of his erection to smear the leaking precum down the rest of him for better lubrication.

And Merlin, it continued beading up from him, providing him better ability to glide his palm over himself, squeezing more insistently each time his steadily paced hand neared the tip, glossing over the top to coat himself further as he brought his hand back down.

So wet, just like her neck and chest when she'd splashed around so carefree with him moments earlier. She'd worn nothing but a simple skirt and plain white blouse for their excursion - and truly nothing else. He'd never been so grateful in his life - the fabric was thick but still not wholly opaque.

Sebastian inwardly rejoiced when the peaks of her nipples showed, only partially obscured, through the cotton, and the fabric clung to the soft outline of her breasts. The stream water and clear, sunny day offered him far more than just a hint of precisely what intriguing assets were hidden under her usual array of long sleeves and high collars.

And she'd been none the wiser of what was on display.

While he normally considered himself more suited to cooler seasons, Sebastian had to admit summer grew on him exponentially thanks to the bountiful gift nature provided him that morning - even moreso as the stifling heat of the cottage helped him better conjure an especially tantalizing daydream of how it might feel to press her slight frame into the mattress beneath him, slick with sweat from their combined efforts and the delicious heat of their bodies competing with the suffocating air.

To better put himself in that inspiring little scenario, Sebastian, with great effort, turned himself onto his stomach to mindlessly rut into the soft, damp sheets, his hand aiding the way to sweet euphoria.

Now this was bliss - the only thing that could have possibly improved the mouthwatering sensations he now felt was if he'd have used his final remaining half a brain cell before he started frantically groping himself to snatch her pillow so he could breathe in her scent while he fucked himself senseless.

Imagining the silky bedding where his cock left a sinful trail of viscous pleasure was instead her plump thighs only made matters better, and before he knew it, Sebastian was biting the corner of the pillow, whimpering her name and doubling his efforts to reach a state of oblivion.

Gods, he'd make any promise to any deity who'd listen if he could simply have her in this bed, fuck her into the creaking mattress, bite her neck bruised and lovely, make her scream until everyone from here to Marunweem knew who she belonged to.

That had done it - the mere thought of his name on those cherry lips was his undoing, and as his stomach tightened, just as swiftly did it unravel, the mess of his release coming out in spurts, soiling the covers and smearing sloppily over his hand, still furiously jerking himself through the orgasm.

The grunts and whines, crawling pathetically from his throat while he rode out the tail end of his perfect little vision of planting that same sticky seed deep in her womb instead of making yet another load of laundry for himself, were impossible to stifle.

But all at once, the blissful state he'd entered shattered and dropped out from under him as Sebastian realized, with sickening, blood-chilling dread that he was, in fact, not alone. His name on her lips had not been a lovely hallucination brought on by his self-induced fucking.

Reluctantly, he turned his head on the drool-spot of his pillow to see the very worst sight imaginable in all his years -

There in the entry, dirty sock in-hand and a small bottle in the other, door still wide open, stood the star of his dirty daydreams.

Her shocked expression was a far cry from the look of unbridled passion he'd just been conjuring, however. Lips parted in silent surprise, eyes wide, and pale face rapidly darkening, she remained rooted to the spot.

Neither one of them made a peep for what very well could have been an eternity, instead choosing to fix each other with twinned horrified silence.

She was first to break it.

"T-the neighbor had a h-headache tonic -" She choked out, pitifully jostling the small, yellow vial in the hand that did not hold his -

"S-sock! Did you not see the damn sock?!" He asked, weakly indignant and wanting and failing to muster any sort of true anger in the face of what he'd been caught up in.

Sebastian attempted to adjust himself on the bed to provide better coverage and hopefully leave something to the imagination - not that she'd ever imagine such a thing - he visibly grimaced when the come-coated sheet actually clung to his abdomen.

And for all the galleons in the world, he wanted nothing more than for the ancient floorboards to swallow him whole when she gagged at the sight.

At least she finally found the good sense to avert her gaze, glaring petulantly at the far wall and yelling indirectly at him.

"What the bloody hell do you mean the sock? What's your dirty laundry have to do with your... er, other dirty laundry?" She asked harshly, face burning as hot as his own.

He balked at her, aghast, finally tugging the ruined sheet over him like he was the one to have just been scandalized, which he had!

"The universal symbol for do not disturb as the occupant is likely...?" He made a crude jerking gesture with his hand in his lap.

She'd chosen that unfortunate moment to let her eyes flicker back over to him, only to shriek and turn to fully face the opposite wall, covering her ears with her hands.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

There'd been no salvaging the situation after that catastrophic mime show, and thus the pair remained on opposite sides of Feldcroft for the remainder of the day - Sebastian took to fishing on the bank behind the cottage with the dim hope that a nice catch might mend things by way of satisfying her stomach.

Unfortunately, he'd fumbled his first several bites, zoning out as his thoughts drifted back to the look on her face. They'd witnessed all manner of things over the years, but he'd never seen her look quite like that.

The rest of his now-miserable afternoon was spent sitting on the grassy knoll alternating between groaning so loudly it startled the fish, and swearing at said fish when they'd pilfer his bait rather than offering themselves as a meal.

With the sun high enough in the sky that he could no longer delay his inevitable return home, Sebastian reluctantly stood and brushed off his hands on his pants and hoisted his pitiful stringer of a whopping two small trout before trudging back to the cottage.

Fortunately, they still had more than enough food to tide them over until dinner, but it was the principle of the matter - he couldn't stand the humiliation of being seen as pathetic twice in one day.

His feet felt like they were wading through ankle-deep mud the whole brief walk to his inevitable death by shame.

Once more, Sebastian cringed and nearly threw up right there in the front yard when he saw both their bedding freshly washed and hung on the line to dry.

Why hadn't he thought to clean that before he sulked off? She'd touched it! Either she would hex him into oblivion, or he would simply need to chuck himself off the side of a cliff at this point because there was no coming back from such ungodly mortification.

Dwelling on how her face must have scrunched in revulsion while she peeled away his soiled sheets to clean, he mirrored the action by dropping off his boots on the porch and shedding his socks.

For the longest time, Sebastian let his hand uselessly rest on the doorknob, knowing he'd have to face the proverbial music on the other side at some point, though he briefly considered just hurling the fish inside and bolting for the next continent.

With a sigh, he shut his eyes and forced his body to move, entering as his feet padded onto the wooden interior, a death knell to his ears.

"Polishing your broom handle, milking your flobberworm, burping the basilisk..." Her voice rang out painfully clear.

Sebastian winced at the crude terminology she rattled off, looking up at her in speechless horror while she carried on with an unexpected air of humor. This was not the cold shoulder or screaming match he'd anticipated.

She continued ticking off her fingers while carrying on with her recitation of euphemisms. "Charming the one-eyed ashwinder, choking the diricawl -"

Such vulgarity spilled from her normally overly-polite lips.

"Stop! What the hell are you doing?!" He cried out, scandalized.

She simply chuckled and shrugged, unfolding a piece of parchment from her pocket and waving it at him - Sebastian took a few rapid steps forward and snatched it from her to see dozens of lewd phrases.

"There's so many, though. It's incredible how many are related to Quidditch, though I'm not surprised." Her smirk growing as his cheeks blazed. "Fumbling your quaffles is most apt for what I caught you doing, though. It was quite the fumble - oh, are those your catch for the day?"

Her eyes trailed to the two fish limply dangling from his belt, and he was painfully reminded of what else she'd seen dangling by his legs earlier.

"Y-you can't just spout all that filth and then casually discuss lunch!" He choked out, clutching the now crumpled list in his sweaty palm.

A small part of him, however, struggled valiantly to contain a laugh - hearing such atrocious phrases spill from those innocent lips was ludicrous.

"Well, it is lunchtime, Sebastian. But if you'd rather discuss the fact that you were too busy sodomizing your poor mattress to help catch us a proper meal, I'm all ears." She replied, voice chiding but with an unmistakable mirth to it. "But don't worry, I had a more productive morning - fetching your unnecessary medicine, catching and cleaning an actual haul of fish, preparing this rather charming list with which to mock you..."

"You... you're actually enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked slowly, taking a step back.

"Enjoying scrubbing your crusty old bedding so that the cottage doesn't reek of your sordid secretions in this summer heat? Bold claim, Sallow. Let's try again." She replied, cocking her head to the side.

There were a million and one thoughts swarming his mind for how best to proceed - apologizing was the obvious next step, followed by groveling, and likely finished with an offer to sleep outside in the sheep pen.

None of those were what tumbled out of him, though.

"You know all those nasty phrases, but you don't know about the sock?!" He sputtered.

She snorted.

"Well, I'm not exactly aware of boy dorm etiquette - the fairer sex tends to be more reserved with such hobbies rather than boldly declaring to the world we've got a hand stuffed up our skirts." She explained with a nonchalance not-at-all befitting the situation. "I am, however, familiar with chit-chat outside the Quidditch locker rooms. Garreth uses the most colorful phrases - I tried to recall the best ones for you."

The thought of her, exiting the locker rooms chatting with her teammates only to overhear Weasley and whoever else prattle on about their genitals sent him into a spiral - she was delicate and polite and innocent. Subjecting her to the kind of filth he and the others discussed was akin to defiling something sacred. She was a hero and a pure girl. Wasn't she?

"Why exactly are you repeating the vile things you've heard from your teammates?" He asked, dumbfounded.

Surely, he was missing a motive here.

"Well, because it's funny." She replied simply.

Sebastian blinked a few times.

He croaked out, "Funny?"

Again, she chortled softly, a far too demure sound for the lewd things she'd been spewing a moment ago.

"Well, sure. Once I overcame the indignity of catching you with your pants down, I took some time to consider our predicament."

Again, Sebastian choked. The thought of her reflecting on his private moment was possibly worse than the initial revelation.

She continued speaking, to his horror.

"And I realized I have no business scolding you for enjoying the same damn thing the rest of us do. I... may have overreacted a tad." She grew a bit sheepish and rubbed the back of her head. "Sometimes I forget you're a boy, and it doesn't cross my mind that you do these sorts of things just like the others."

That stopped him in his tracks.

Sebastian finally groaned out a sigh and took a seat opposite her at the table, crumbling the list and pelting her in the forehead with it as he spoke. "You forget I'm a boy? What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

A large part of him bristled that this lovely girl who he thought of quite frequently did not view him as anything more than a piece of furniture in her life.

"I didn't mean to offend you - I only meant that you're... well, Sebastian Sallow. My friend, my walking encyclopedia, my companion. You're basically just an extension of myself at this point." She explained, growing more embarrassed as she fumbled her words. "Today, while shocking, was a much-needed reminder that you are, in fact, a man my age, and that needs to be... considered."

Defensiveness melted away slowly. She was handling this disaster with far more grace and humor than he'd expected.

"You're right. It should be taken into consideration." He agreed hesitantly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

There was simply no way she wasn't going to chop his manhood off while he slept to avoid another incident.

So, he said as much. "You know, you're handling this remarkably well... you even cleaned the sheets? That was generous."

"Well, I'm partially responsible for the mess, so I may as well help clean up." She shrugged simply.

"P-pardon?" He croaked out, once again thrown for a loop.

Finally, that smug grin slid off her face, and in its place, a more appropriate blush and matching bashful smile appeared.

"Well, you were, um, saying my name while you were..."

She mirrored the hand gesture he'd shown her before, and Sebastian wanted to laugh, scream, and burst into hellfire all at once.

Fuck's sake - she'd heard.

"Thus, I am responsible for some of the mess." She finished, ignoring his horror. She glanced up sharply, though, and his slack jaw snapped back into place. "Some of the mess, let me emphasize. I expect you to be a bit more honest about disappearing for your... urges in the future. No more headaches. And I'll mind the sock."

"Oh, you'll mind the sock? How fortunate for me." He said weakly, all will to live having left his body entirely.

She'd caught him red-handed, masturbating to a fantasy of her and whimpering out her name. And now she was just casually discussing it at the kitchen table.

"I guess I'm not the only one who got complacent with our living arrangement. I need to keep in mind that I have a lady here as well. That wasn't right of me to lie." He said dumbly, but something she'd mentioned earlier came back to him, and as always, curiousity won out over common sense, and he simply blurted it out. "Hang on, you said you won't scold me for something everyone does. You're included in that statement?"

After all, he'd already dug his gave, why not keep going?

Now it was her turn to turn beet red and narrow her eyes. "Why? Are you going to fantasize about that during your next headache?"

Fuck it.

"Yeah, maybe I will." He retorted defensively, and she looked like she'd been struck.

She floundered a moment, grasping for words and finding absolutely none.

"Well, at least pick a more suitable time than the middle of the day to do it!" She snapped back. "I'm at least courteous enough to wait until my bath -"

"Your bath? Is that why it takes you an entire bloody hour to take your turn in there each night?" Sebastian barked out a laugh, disbelieving, but growing more amused by the second as she did not refute his statement.

He was also growing a bit warmer as his thoughts strayed from his own humiliation to the image of her in the tub, head thrown back against the edge she she worked herself into a frenzy while he read just on the other side of the wall -

"I can practically see you thinking up something filthy!" She scolded him, throwing the crumpled list back for good measure.

"Hardly." Sebastian grinned, leaning forward on the table. "If it's in the bath, it's clean."

Was he still mortified? Absolutely. In fact, he still considered throwing himself into the deepest part of the river later on. The fact that she was equally guilty of enjoying her fair share of carnal pleasure in their communal space was far more entertaining to dwell on, though.

"Maybe I'll ask to join you in the tub?" He offered helpfully.

She shut it down in an instant. "Oh, Sebastian, I didn't realize you favored death by drowning."

"Oh, come on, it's not like I'm suggesting something outlandish here." He decided to press the issue, coax her out of her shell a bit and maybe find out what made her tick - clearly it was something from the day if she was needing to pleasure herself nightly.

Wishful thinking that he was the common denominator? Perhaps. But he'd staked it all on slimmer odds, and her blush right now was particularly telling.

"You think of me while you're in there, don't you?"

She nearly fell out of her chair for how quickly she scooted back, the legs scraping the floor before toppling to the ground as she stood, startled, and flushed.

"N-no, of course not." She stuttered out, looking anywhere but him.

So uncharacteristically shy.

It was adorable.

Sebastian stood as well, more smoothly, and took a step toward her. "Admit it - you've just found out my dirty little secret. There's nothing you need to hide now. You can't tell me there's not a part of you that doesn't wish I'd have been the one to stumble in on you some evening while you were in there."

They'd endured their fair share of awkward flirtation over the course of their friendship and consequent living arrangement - things innocent enough of their own, but when compiled, added up to make this gamble worth it.

Hopefully.

A few evenings falling asleep on each other while reading, a shared, chaste kiss under the mistletoe in the castle over winter, those increasingly frequent, comfortable touches, and affectionate words.

He didn't take another step, not wanting her to combust entirely, but didn't back off either even after she'd backed herself into the wall.

"It... might have crossed my mind once or twice." She begrudgingly admitted.

"Only once or twice?" He pressed with an increasingly smug grin.

"...each night." She grumbled, still refusing to look at him.

There it was.

"Ah, you little deviant." Sebastian smiled wolfishly before crossing the room until he was close enough to feel the body heat he'd wanted under him earlier, before this surprisingly-fortuitous debacle. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to look at him.

Cheeks as flaming red as her house colors, she forced herself to hold his stare, challenging him to say or do something else, and he was reminded all at once of just who he was playing with.

The witch was a walking contradiction.

Prim and delicate, yet still capable of incredible feats in combat and bravery. Polite and shy, but fiercely holding his gaze even amidst such a heinous discussion. Woefully inexperienced, yet able to admit she touches herself to thoughts of him each night.

While he was still unsure how to navigate this entire unholy situation, he knew no better approach to life than simply barreling ahead.

So, he leaned down and kissed her.

Far different from their obligatory Christmas kiss under that heaven-sent sprig at Hogwarts, this one he delivered with intent.

Hand still commanding her attention under her chin, he held her still and pressed his lips firmly against hers, earning a startled squeak and a moment of pause as he briefly wondered whether or not this would earn him an, admittedly deserved, slap to the face.

But then her own hands trailed up to pull him closer, one resting on the wrist he was using to steer her further back against the wall, and the other snaking up his shoulder and behind his head, tugging him tighter.

As if her reciprocation wasn't enough, she opted to be the one to deepen things when her tongue slid across the crease of his lips, pushing past insistently and lathing across his own.

He moaned shamelessly at her taste.

His hand dropped from her chin, caressing her slender throat all the way to her collarbone where his fingers delved down under the top of her blouse - that damn white blouse still - and he let his fingers ghost across the rise of her breasts, testing the waters.

When she let out an airy little gasp into his mouth, leaning up and pressing into his touch, all bets were off.

Without another moment of hesitation, Sebastian's other hand flew to tangle in her hair, tilting her head roughly to better access every possible inch of her mouth, the kiss certainly bruising those pretty lips, before he moved on to trail a series of searing kisses down her throat.

His other hand continued its increasingly bold exploration of her chest, haphazardly tugging at the fabric and not caring whether the buttons came undone by force or by luck. As alluring as the top was, it would look far better on the floor.

The gasps and little mewls he drew from her while working countless bites and bruises into her neck only spurred Sebastian on, memorizing each and every sound his efforts earned like her body was the most fascinating book he'd ever laid eyes on.

Moving by instinct alone in a frantic bid to ensure she never spent another night alone in that bath, he pressed his body firmly against hers, his knee sliding between her legs, their height difference providing the most delectable angle for him to find precisely where he wanted to be.

She moaned his name the moment he made contact with her core, and his thoughts went blank when she shamelessly ground against his leg. He could feel how wet she already was through the thin fabric separating them, providing both a frustrating barrier as well as tantalizing friction. Merlin help him, if she actually got off just from riding his leg, he'd never recover.

But she was just so hot when she moaned like that, dripping over him before they'd even done anything.

"So responsive." He purred, bringing his knee up further to give her better purchase. "I'm barely touching you. Are you going to come already? Just from this?"

She wanted to yell at him for the sheer impudence of the comment, he could practically feel it, but arousal won out over pride and she simply whined out a pathetic response, wrapping both her arms around his shoulders to keep her balance while she rutted against him like a goddamn cat in heat.

"Y-yes." She barely managed, gasping when he reached a hand down and pushed her further by the hip.

"Then come."

A simple command, encouraging.

And she obeyed.

"S-shit!" She cried out, and he guided her hip with his hand rested against it, keeping her pace as her mind emptied, holding her up and in place while he aided her to help her ride it out.

A small part of Sebastian wanted to tease that shit didn't sound very much like his name, and she ought to be calling out for the one who gave her pleasure, but he refrained.

Her teeth sank into his neck, stifling her continued chorus of audible lust. Not that he minded, of course, considering the sting of delicious pain she left at the nape of his neck was as much a gift as her sounds.

He held her there against the wall, kissing her neck and head and muttering praise for being so good while she regained her breath. Slowly, he removed his knee and braced her hip as she wavered slightly, still clinging to him to keep upright.

Flushed, skirt hiked up revealing glistening thighs, blouse wrinkled and partly torn halfway to her stomach, and a lovely reminder of what he'd just helped her accomplish right there on his pantleg, the vision truly was a work of art.

And proving, once again, that she loved nothing more than to contradict everything he thought he knew about her, his sensual witch reminded him that she also could be incredibly prickly.

Her pleased features turned to a slight scowl as she glanced down between them, and at first Sebastian expected her to complain about his rather obvious erection, to which he would have pointed out that even a eunuch wouldn't be immune to watching her get off like that.

But then she spoke.

"You've still got a pair of dead fish dangling from your trousers, you know."

Fish now long-since discarded along with his pants and the rest of their intrusive clothing, Sebastian idly wondered if he ought to remove anything else distracting from the cottage so that she kept focus in the days to come during the remainder of their summer together.

"Come for me again, love." He coaxed breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to feel those tight walls clenching around him once more.

He'd fucked her against the wall already, thoroughly screwing any thoughts of fish and lunch right out of her. Then, of course, the kitchen table, where he'd pressed her sweat-slick shoulderblades with a broad hand, pushing her further against the wood while he enjoyed a perfect view of her raised ass.

Now, cock sliding between those slick folds at a lazy, deep pace, he wasn't through with her yet. Not when she was so fucking incredible.

Her undoing had been when she got sidetracked once more and mentioned those fucking fish.

"If you're so keen to talk about the local river dwellers with my cock inside you, shall I take you to them?"

Which was why he was now presently railing her on the bank of the stream with one hand on her throat to keep her blissfully lightheaded enough to no longer even think of trout, and the other roughly pulling her hips down to meet his own, spearing her deeply onto him with each thrust.

She'd shrieked indignantly when he slung her over his shoulder and proudly carried her, bare ass still bright with the distinct print of his hand, out in broad daylight and all but tossed her into the water behind the cottage.

This was so much better than his spittle-covered hand and recalling a few peeks of cleavage in a river. Now, she was on full display for him, soaked in every way, practically screaming his name while her greedy cunt tightened around him once more.

"You're so fucking easy -" He grunted out, fucking her through her orgasm, eagerly chasing his own. "I'm hardly trying. You think I'm ever letting you have another moment's peace in this house when you fall apart on my cock like this? Fuck!"

"Sebastian, fuck, please! I can't!"

He eased his grip on her throat, and she gasped in air through the nonsense whimpered words, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the sheer pleasure. Never in his wildest dreams would Sebastian have guessed his spitfire companion would get off by being manhandled in such a way, but every time he'd back off, she demanded he go harder.

So, he did.

And Merlin that was just what he needed - pulling her hair to feel her clench around him even tighter with the slight pain, slapping her ass when he took her from behind, and the throat - fuck, when she'd placed his hand there and eased his fingers to squeeze just right, pretty lips opening slightly in sheer bliss, he nearly came then and there.

And that was precisely what he intended to do now that she'd had her fill.

Digging his toes into the sandy beach, water sloshing slightly as he adjusted, he looped his arms under her knees and lifted, hitting so deep inside her he was certain they were both seeing stars, if her reckless screams of yes were anything to go by. His own movements became less about precision and more about burying himself into her as deeply as he could get.

Sebastian pumped into her brutally, searing the image of her beneath him, arms raised above her head and grasping desperately to the tall grass, her hair splayed out around her...

And then she met his eyes and cried out his name, and there was no holding back as he spilled inside of her with a hoarse whine, fingers digging into her calves. Her body tightened gloriously around his length, helping him milk everything he had to give and accepting it in turn.

A few more stuttering ruts of his hips and Sebastian began to finally regain lucidity, slowly pulling out of her with a matching groan. His member throbbed pleasantly, sensitive and still-twitching, as he gingerly set her legs down and curled up next to her on the sun-heated bank.

Gently, he coaxed her spent form over to lay across his heaving chest, smoothing out her hair and pressing affectionate kisses to her temple and cheeks - a far cry from the harsh bites and filthy praise he'd delivered all afternoon.

They remained there together until long after their heart rates settled and their bodies dried, simply lounging in the slowly setting sun.

This was peace.

The rigors of their spontaneous afternoon little more than an ache in their bodies now, they spent their time idly chatting, peppering a few sweet kisses to ease their bruises here and there.

The air grew chill - comfortable for Sebastian, but his sensitive companion shivered and burrowed herself tighter into him.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around her before hoisting her up to her feet, both groaning slightly from their sore bodies.

"That'll be my cue to get you indoors and into your warm bath. We'll wash up, and I'll turn that fish into a stew for you." He said, cheerful despite the fatigue weighing down his every move.

By a bath, he meant it in the most basic terms - there was no way he could take her again so soon, not when her step was so unsteady on the short, slow walk home.

She leaned against him and sighed contentedly, clinging to his arm for both balance and warmth.

"Thank you. I am feeling a bit peckish, now that my innards are no longer being fucked into my ribcage."

Sebastian barked out a laugh and shook his head. The improper statements she'd uttered since this all began would be enough to make the quidditch teammates responsible for her stupid list earlier blush.

He pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head once more as they neared the cottage, swiping the bedding off the line on their way in.

"And don't worry about laundry - I'll tackle the bedding tomorrow." He assured her, giving her ass a fond pat as he playfully pushed her toward the bathroom.

She turned to look over her should at him with a confused smile and asked, "Sebastian, but I've already done the laundry just earlier today?"

Maybe she was still a bit innocent - no matter, he'd drill the point into her.

Literally.

Sebastian simply fixed her with a grin he hoped was more charming than half-asleep.

"Well, it's certainly not going to stay clean, is it?"

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legacygirlingreen · 18 days

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So criminally underrated- seriously people. I’ve come back to this story so many times. Please give it some love 💚

Necessity

Sebastian Sallow x OC (Olive Raywood)

Summary: Sebastian and Olive have one night of fun that ends with very dire consequences.

CW: pregnancy (18 y.o), mentions of termination, childbirth, dadbastian. 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 9k

A/N: Wrote this to tickle an itch months ago and was so scared to post it but here we are, an AU of Sebastian and Olive from my fic Risk.

Also, you can read Olive and Sebastian's full story here!

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“Fuck.”

Olive stared at the potion sitting on the counter of the girls bathroom.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

She shook it again. She tipped it upside down.

But it wasn’t changing colour.

She stared at the handwritten instructions she’d been given from the rickety old witch in Brocburrow on how to perform the potion correctly and what each colour meant.

Her potion was bright, deep purple.

Purple was a scale. If it was a dull purple, it was likely a positive result. If it was a bright, deep purple, it was very positive.

She tapped her fingers on the vial a few times and tucked it into the robe of her pocket before hurrying back to her dormitory and sealing herself off from the world, closing the curtains on her four poster bed and tossing the blasted potion at the foot of the bed. She brought her knees up to her chest and cried. She sobbed.

One night. It was one night. How could this happen? They had been friends for years at that point and after a few too many firewhisky’s, they decided to spend the night together… as friends, of course.

She had to tell him… right? Maybe she could just hide here forever in the bed and it would all go away.

But he had the right to know. It was his mistake, after all. He propositioned her… but she said yes…

“Fuck it.”

Olive tucked the potion back into her pocket and wiped her tears with her robe sleeve. She dipped her head low to avoid the prying eyes of her peers and headed straight for the boys wing of the common room.

When she found the dormitory she was now all too familiar with, she pounded on the door.

Grunts were heard from inside and heavy footsteps approached the door. But it wasn’t who she needed.

“Olive? Is that you?”

“Yes, Ominis. Is Sebastian in there?”

“He is…” Ominis said, sounding quite sceptical.

“Good. I need you to leave for a moment.”

Ominis tried to protest. Mumbling something about being in his nightwear, but Olive didn’t care. She spun Ominis out of the way and shut the door behind him, quickly locking it with a charm.

“Olive? What are you doing?” Sebastian protested, placing the book he was reading down on his bed.

“There’s something we need to talk about.”

Sebastian looked at Olive, utterly confused. “Okay.”

Olive took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to even begin to explain this to him.

"Sebastian, we have a problem," she began, her voice shaky. "Remember that night after the Quidditch final win?"

"Of course I do. How could I forget?” Sebastian's eyes narrowed. “Why? What about it?"

Olive hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's… something… I… haven’t had…”

Sebastian's face shifted from the initial confusion to worry. "What are you saying, Olive?"

She took another deep breath. "I'm pregnant, Sebastian."

Silence filled the room as Sebastian seemed to process her words. The air seemed to thicken, and Olive felt her throat begin to tighten, anxiety taking over as she struggled to breathe. But, finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Pregnant? But… but that's not possible. The potion you took the next day... it was supposed to prevent that. You took it properly, right?"

Olive shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again. "It’s a fucking potion, Sebastian. How does one take it incorrectly? I don't know what happened. Maybe we did something wrong, or maybe it was a faulty potion. But the reality is, I'm pregnant, and we need to figure out what to do."

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, fear written all over his face. "This can't be happening. We're too young for this…”

“I know… I know!” Olive said, tilting her head back to stem the tears threatening to fall again. “What do we do? What do you want to do?”

Sebastian paced the room, his mind racing. "I don't know, Olive. This is... it's a lot. I never expected this to happen. What are our options? I mean, we can't just... have a baby now, right?"

Olive sighed, her shoulders slumping. "We have choices, Sebastian. We could consider talking to someone. A professor, a healer… and there are magical options available, like potions or spells. But whatever we decide, it has to be a decision we make together."

Sebastian nodded, still looking overwhelmed. "I need some time to process all of this. I never thought I'd have to make a decision like this at our age."

“I know… but you must know, I don’t think I can go through with using one of the potions or spells. I couldn’t live with myself.” Olive mumbled.

“What?” Sebastian asked, his eyes shooting in her direction. “So that’s it? We’re just going to have a baby?”

Olive met Sebastian's gaze. "I didn't say that, Sebastian. I just... I need you to understand that the decision we make is going to have far-reaching consequences. Using magical options might seem like a quick fix, but it's not that simple for me. I need time to think, too."

Sebastian sighed, running his hands through his hair once more. "I never expected any of this. We're still in school, Olive. We have our whole lives ahead of us."

“Look. We’ll go up to Nurse Blainey. She can confirm it for us and walk us through any options.” Olive suggested.

Sebastian nodded softly and inhaled deeply. “Alright. Now?”

“We can go now, if you’d like.”

“I’d very much like. Let’s go.”

Sebastian shrugged on his robes and grabbed onto Olive’s hand, nearly barging Ominis out of the way as he exited the dormitory.

They reached the hospital wing and Sebastian hesitated outside the door. He took a deep breath, glancing at Olive quickly. "Are you sure about this?"

Olive nodded. "I think we need to know for sure."

Sebastian opened the door, and Nurse Blainey looked up from her rounds, smiling warmly. "What can I do for you two today?"

Olive took another deep breath. . "Are we able to speak somewhere a bit more private?"

Nurse Blainey nodded, her smile fading as she noticed the seriousness in Olive's eyes. "Of course. Follow me to my office."

Sebastian and Olive followed Nurse Blainey to a small, cosy room tucked away in the corner of the hospital wing. Once inside, Nurse Blainey motioned for them to sit, her expression growing more concerned.

"Now, what seems to be the matter?" she asked, her eyes flickering between Olive and Sebastian.

Olive looked straight at Sebastian, knowing she wouldn’t be able to explain the situation herself. He took the hint and started to speak.

“Well, Olive thinks that she might be pregnant. We wanted to get confirmation and discuss our options.” Sebastian explained, his voice slightly shaky.

Nurse Blainey nodded, her very professional demeanour kicking in. They were grateful for it, because asking for help when they were merely eighteen and unmarried was quite daunting. "I see. Well, let's first confirm the pregnancy, shall we?"

She took Olive to a bed outside in the ward, leaving Sebastian behind to stew in his thoughts and brought her back soon after. But not before Sebastian sat and over thought every possible situation in his head, his foot tapping rapidly on the floor.

"I’ve performed a diagnostic charm and yes, you are indeed pregnant."

Olive's eyes welled up with tears again, and Sebastian instinctively reached out to hold her hand. The reality of the situation was set in stone. Nurse Blainey continued, "Now, let's discuss your options. There are several paths you can consider, and it's crucial for both of you to be on the same page."

Sebastian nodded, his gaze shifting between Olive and Nurse Blainey. Olive wiped away a tear, determined to keep the rest hidden until later. Nurse Blainey began explaining the possibilities, from parenting and adoption to magical alternatives.

“I’ll give you both a moment. Just to let you know, I can perform the spell today before you go. If that’s what you want.” And with that, Nurse Blainey stepped out of the room.

They took a moment to absorb Nurse Blainey's words about the spell, mulling over their options.

"Do you want to go through with the spell today?" Sebastian asked, his eyes searching Olive's for any sign of what she might be feeling.

Olive hesitated, her mind racing. "I... I don't know. It's a big decision, and I need time to process everything. But I also understand the urgency of the situation. It’s quite time crucial..."

“Whatever you decide… I’m happy. I will support you, okay? I had as much of a part in this as you… and I should have been more careful. I’m sorry.” Sebastian said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Sebastian, we're in this together. We made choices, and now we need to make more. I don't blame you, and I don't blame myself. This is our reality now," Olive said, her voice steady despite the quiver in her heart.

Sebastian nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Whatever you decide, Olive, I'm with you, right?"

She nodded. "Right."

“And I also… I don’t think I can go through with the spell either. I feel like it would be a decision I might regret. This is our child, and I want to give it a chance." Sebastian confessed, his eyes locking with Olive's, feeling his heart thumping against his ribcage.

But before he could try and read her eyes any longer, seeing if she was feeling the same way about him, Nurse Blainey re-entered the room. "Have you had a chance to discuss your options?"

Olive spoke up, clearing her throat slightly. "We've decided not to go through with the spell. We want to keep the baby."

Nurse Blainey nodded, though her eyes were slightly wider than normal. "That's a significant decision and I have to say, I’ve seen a few of these situations but you’re the first to choose to progress with the pregnancy. Now, let's discuss the next steps. Prenatal care, support systems, and how Hogwarts can accommodate your situation."

Nurse Blainey proceeded to outline a plan for Olive's prenatal care, emphasising the importance of regular check-ups that she was happy to conduct from the castle, saving the trip back and forth from St Mungos if Olive was prepared to continue her education. “You’ll need to meet with Professor Weasley, of course. For the more practical side of things. I’m merely here for medical advice.”

They nodded and left the hospital wing, scared shitless.

Sebastian exhaled deeply and slipped his hand into Olive’s, giving it a gentle squeeze as they walked to visit Professor Weasley.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah… are you?”

“Yeah.”

They both knew deep inside that they weren’t alright. But they gave each other a small smile and walked together, hand in hand. There was nothing romantic about it, it felt like a gesture of solidarity. Of understanding.

Sebastian dropped her hand and knocked on the door to Professor Weasley’s office.

“Come in!” Her chipper voice called.

Sebastian entered first, followed closely by Olive.

“Ah. Mr. Sallow, Miss Raywood. To what do I owe the pleasure?” She said, lowering her quill and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Sebastian cleared his throat, exchanging a nervous glance with Olive before speaking. "Professor Weasley, we... um, we have something important to discuss."

Professor Weasley leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing with concern. "Alright. Why don’t you both take a seat. What's going on?"

Sebastian took a deep breath. "Olive is pregnant."

Professor Weasley’s eyes widened at the revelation, and she sunk back into her chair briefly. “That’s not something I thought I would hear today… well… have you confirmed this?”

“Yes, Professor. We’ve just come back from Nurse Blainey.” Sebastian explained.

“I see. And I presume you are the father, Sebastian?”

“I am.”

“I didn’t even know you two were courting…”

“We weren’t.” Olive blurted out.

Weasley narrowed her eyes and tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the desk.

“And you are aware of your options?”

“We are.” Sebastian said, “And we’ve made the choice to continue. The alternative just… doesn’t sit right with us both. We made this error in judgement and we will bear the consequences.”

“Well. I must say, I commend you both. That is a very tough and admirable decision.” Professor Weasley explained. “Now, when you came to that decision, did you discuss your next steps?”

“Nurse Blainey explained the prenatal care and coming to speak with you about accommodating us and–” Olive began.

“No dear, you’ll need to be wed.”

Oh.

They hadn’t even considered that. Of course they’d need to be married.

“We will.” Sebastian said.

Olive shot him a look, but he kept his eyes firmly planted on Professor Weasley and his hand moved to her thigh, squeezing it gently to let her know he’d speak to her later about it.

So Olive nodded and pursed her lips.

“Excellent. I can help you organise to have that done this weekend.” Weasley informed them, picking up her quill to make notes again.

Sebastian and Olive exchanged glances, the heavy weight of the situation sinking in further. Marriage was a serious step, one they hadn't anticipated taking at such a young age. Yet, as Professor Weasley continued to outline the steps, they realised it was a necessary one for the sake of their child.

"We'll need a quiet ceremony, of course." Professor Weasley said in thought, "Nothing too extravagant. I can arrange for a few witnesses, and we'll keep it discreet. Is there any family you’d like to invite?”

“No.” They both said in unison, Olive bearing her first genuine smile all day at their synchronicity.

"Thank you, Professor," Sebastian said.

“Now, in terms of accommodation, Hogwarts doesn’t really have the facilities to cater for a married couple outside of staff, therefore you’ll unfortunately need to stay in your dormitories. I understand it's not ideal, but we'll do our best to support you within the constraints of school regulations. You're both responsible individuals, and I trust that you'll handle this situation maturely."

They nodded and were dismissed promptly.

“Are you alright? We don’t have to get married…” Sebastian said softly, taking her hand once more as they left the office.

“We do.” Olive sighed. “If we want to do this… we need to be married. You know what everyone will say… particularly about me. I’ll never amount to anything being an unwed mother.”

Sebastian nodded and looked down at their feet as they walked through the corridors. “I have an idea.”

Olive peered up at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Can I buy you a ring?”

“What?”

“A ring. I’d like to buy you one. If we have to marry, I’d like to at least try and do some of it on my own terms.” Sebastian explained.

“I… I don’t need… I don’t want… what?”

Sebastian laughed as Olive tripped over her words. “I’m quite serious. I can take you to Hogsmeade now. There’s a jeweller there. You can pick whatever one you like.”

Olive stared at Sebastian,feeling surprised but a profound sense of gratitude at his offer. "You really want to do that?"

Sebastian nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I do. Let's make this a decision we make together, something personal. Weasley can’t organise this for us."

They headed to Hogsmeade, hand in hand. The small wizarding village was bustling with villagers going about their morning.

The jeweller's shop was a quaint establishment with a tinkling bell above the door. As they entered, the elderly wizard behind the counter looked up and smiled warmly. "Welcome! How can I help you today?"

Sebastian cleared his throat, feeling a touch nervous. "We're looking for a ring."

The jeweller's eyes lit up. "Ah, young love. That's always a special occasion. Engagement, I presume?"

Sebastian exchanged a glance with Olive, who bit her lip before nodding. "Yes, it is."

The jeweller gestured to a display of rings, each sparkling with its own unique charm. As Olive browsed through them, she couldn't help but be touched by the effort Sebastian was making to make this nightmare of a situation bearable.

After some consideration, Olive's eyes landed on a simple yet elegant ring—a silver band with a delicate engraving of intertwining vines and a small diamond nestled on top. It felt right.

Sebastian smiled, pleased with her choice as she pointed it out to try on. "It's perfect."

The jeweller measured Olive's finger and carefully placed the ring in a small, velvet box. Sebastian paid for it, and they left the shop, the small bell chiming softly behind them.

“You can’t have it yet.” Sebastian said, tucking the box into his pocket.

“What?”

“I’ll give it to you when I want to.” He smirked.

Olive rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "Well, I guess I'll have to wait then."

“You will. Lucky for you, it can’t be too long considering they’re marrying us this weekend.”

Olive nodded, and they continued their stroll through Hogsmeade.

As they walked, Sebastian gently intertwined his fingers with Olive's, and they found comfort in the simple act of being together despite how much their lives and relationship had shifted in the space of a few hours.

Sebastian guided Olive to a small shop, and they found a quiet corner to sit. The atmosphere inside was cosy, with the aroma of freshly brewed tea and the distant murmur of other patrons providing a soothing backdrop to their thoughts.

"You know," Sebastian began, breaking the silence, "I never thought we'd be doing this so soon. Having a baby, buying a ring... It's surreal."

Olive’s eyebrows furrowed. “So soon?”

Sebastian gulped hard, realising what he’d just said. “I mean… I just…”

But Olive simply smirked at him. She had figured for some time that Sebastian reciprocated the same feelings she’d held for him for years. They had slept together, after all.. “It’s okay, Sebastian. I know what you mean.”

“I did hope that one day, when I did decide I was ready for those things, that it would be with you.” Sebastian confessed, feeling slightly more brave at Olive’s relaxed response to his slip up.

“And so did I.” Olive said right back, confirming for them both that the feelings that had been lingering under the surface were mutual.

With their confessions spoken, they continued talking about mundane topics, both of them simply enjoying their time together, darting around the result of their single night of passion

“Shouldn’t we head back? We have class.” Olive said.

“Fuck it. We can skip a day. I think we should spend a bit of time together, anyway? A bit scandalous… dating unaccompanied, don’t you think?”

“I’d say what we’ve done is a lot scandalous, Sebastian. Not only did we sleep together unmarried, we slept together without even being in a relationship.”

“I suppose so. May as well keep up the facade for a while longer then.” He smirked.

As they passed by Honeydukes, Sebastian dragged Olive by the arm into the shop. He picked up a few sweets and couldn't resist buying a box of Chocolate Frogs just for Olive. And another for the baby.

“Come on.” He said, paying for the goods and leading her out of the store, not after a few strange looks as they noticed their school uniforms.

Finding a quiet spot near the outskirts of the village, they sat on a grassy knoll overlooking a serene landscape. The sun cast a warm glow on everything, creating a sense of peace around their chaotic circumstances.

Sebastian took out the bag of sweets, and they indulged in the sugary delights, Sebastian offering to open every single chocolate frog Olive intended to eat.

“This is nice.” Olive said, licking the melted chocolate off her fingers.

“It is.” Sebastian sighed.

Olive felt Sebastian staring at her and turned to look at him. “What? Do I have chocolate on my face or something?”

“No.” Sebastian said plainly.

“Then… what?”

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening. "I was just thinking about us, about how everything has changed. And despite the chaos, sitting here with you, sharing chocolate frogs and laughs… it feels right."

Olive smiled. "It does. I never thought I'd find myself in this situation, but I can't imagine going through it with anyone else."

Sebastian reached into his pocket and took out the small velvet box with the ring. He opened it, revealing the elegant silver band she had selected mere hours earlier. "I know I said you can't have it yet, but I want you to have this now."

Olive's eyes widened in surprise. "But you said—"

Sebastian interrupted her with a smile. "I know what I said, but I can't wait. I want you to have it, not as a symbol of what's coming but as a symbol of us, of this moment. Olive, will you marry me?”

Olive's heart skipped a beat. She knew this moment would come eventually, but something about Sebastian selecting the perfect moment to ask had her feeling butterflies in her stomach.

The almost unbearable weight of the situation that led them to this moment, the rush of their unconventional courtship, and the impending responsibilities crashed over her. Yet, in that moment, Olive felt absolute clarity. This was their choice, their journey, and she wanted to face it with Sebastian by her side.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yes, Sebastian. I'll marry you."

Sebastian's eyes lit up with joy, and he gently took Olive's hand, sliding the ring onto her finger. The silver band sparkled in the sunlight and Olive couldn’t help but smile.

Sebastian shuffled forward a little closer and took her freshly ringed hand in his own, “Olive?”

She drew her eyes off her sparkly ring for a moment and locked them on to his. “Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Olive smiled. She had kissed Sebastian before. But that was in the heat of passion. When they were that intoxicated, it didn’t really mean anything to them both, as much as she wanted it to. But this was different.

“Yes.”

His lips curled into a smile and he inched his face closer and closer, his other hand moved upwards to gently touch her face, his thumb moving to caress her cheek. He inched closer, their noses almost touching as their breathing synched, mouths parted. Finally, their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. Olive thought he still tasted like the chocolate they’d eaten earlier.

She let a hand trace around his neck, tucking into his hair.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the kiss. The grass beneath them felt softer, the sunlight warmer, and the rustle of the wind provided enough of a breeze to keep the heat from rising on Olive’s cheeks..

As they finally pulled away, their foreheads touched, and they lingered in the closeness. Sebastian's eyes met Olive's, simply absorbing the pretty green colour of them he’d always adored.

"Sebastian" Olive whispered.

He looked at her, waiting for her words, his thumb still gently caressing her cheek.

“Thank you.” She said.

“What for?” Sebastian said, finally sitting back a bit to see Olive’s pink and plumper lips, her flushed cheeks.

“For asking me to marry you.”

“Well, thank you for saying yes.”

Olive laughed. “It’s not like we had a choice.”

“We did. And you chose yes. I promise, even though we haven’t really dated or anything, that I’ll be the best husband ever.”

Olive's laughter echoed through the open field. She looked at Sebastian with a playful glint in her eyes. "The best husband ever, huh? That's a big promise, Sebastian."

Sebastian grinned. "Well, I have to make up for the lack of traditional dating, don't I? I'm determined to be the partner you deserve, Olive."

He leaned in and pulled her into a kiss once more before declaring that they probably should go back to the castle.

“I’m going to have to tell Ominis and Anne about this, you know.” He said, his hand intertwined with hers.

“About us?”

“About everything. They’re going to want to know why we, who were nothing more than best friends until not too long ago, are now getting married.”

“Right…”

As they made their way back to the castle, Sebastian and Olive were absorbed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

He glanced at Olive as they walked, sensing her excitement, but also her nervousness.

"I can already picture the reactions when we tell them." Sebastian said, breaking the silence.

Olive chuckled. "Yeah, Ominis is going to punch you so hard."

“Most likely.” Sebastian chuckled. “I think Anne will be disappointed in me, but she’ll come around. She gets to be an aunt, after all.”

Olive had really forgotten that it was the illegitimate pregnancy that brought them to this moment. Being with Sebastian, kissing him, holding his hand… it all felt natural. Like she should have done it long ago. But the reality was, they were going to be parents at eighteen.

“Seb… do you really think we can do this?” Olive sighed, gripping his hand tighter.

“Do what? Get married? Of course.”

“No… be parents. Did we make the right choice? Was saying no to terminating really what is best?” Olive asked.

Sebastian paused, his steps slowing as they walked. He turned to face Olive, his expression thoughtful. The setting sun painted a warm glow on his face, lighting up each and every one of his delicate freckles that had Olive utterly captivated.

God, she hoped the baby got them.

"Olive," he began, "I won't pretend that what we're facing isn't daunting. We're young, and this wasn't the path we expected. But look at us. It's been messy, unconventional, and uncertain, but it's ours. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."

He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. "As for being parents, I won't lie and say it'll be easy. There will be challenges, sleepless nights, and moments of doubt. But I believe in us. I believe in you and I believe in me, and what we can create together."

Sebastian took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving Olive's. "Choosing not to terminate was a choice we made together, and I stand by it. We're going to face this together, Olive. And I promise you we'll figure it out. We have each other, and that's a damn good place to start."

Olive smiled. One thing she always liked about Sebastian was how he always knew the right thing to say to cheer her up.

“I trust you.” She said with a small smile.

“Good.” He replied, giving her a small kiss on the head. “By the way, I’m thinking we tell Ominis and Anne tonight to get it over with. I’ll think of a way to get them to the Undercroft.”

“Alright. But you can tell them.” Olive said.

Sebastian nodded. Olive could tell he was nervous.

As the two of them stood directly opposite Anne and Ominis in the Undercroft, Olive could see Ominis growing impatient.

“What is it? Why are we here?” Ominis said, folding his arms across his chest.

“I… there’s…” Sebastian stumbled over his words.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us, Sebastian. Right, Ominis? ” Anne coaxed.

“Yes, yes you can tell us. So, what is it? Has someone died? You didn’t kill someone, did you?!” Ominis said, frustrated.

“No! Quite the opposite, actually…” Sebastian said.

“Wait…” Anne replied, her head low as she seemed to piece together the puzzle. “You’re not saying you’re…”

“What? What is it!?” Ominis was practically yelling now.

“Sebastian’s gotten Olive pregnant.” Anne said.

“He WHAT!?”

The room fell into a stunned silence as Ominis stood wide-eyed, his arms still crossed. Anne's looked back and forth between Sebastian and Olive, searching for confirmation.

Sebastian cleared his throat nervously, stealing a glance at Olive, who was looking like she might be ill.

"You're going to be an uncle, Ominis," Sebastian finally said, attempting a smile.

Ominis' expression went from shock to disbelief, then finally to a mix of confusion and back to disbelief. "This has to be some kind of joke. You two are pulling my leg, right?"

Anne, however, seemed to be processing the situation more calmly. She approached Olive, looking her over as if trying to discern the truth from her expression. "Is this for real?"

Olive nodded. "It's real. We're going to be parents."

Ominis threw his hands up in exasperation. "I leave you two alone for a few weeks, and this is what happens? I can't believe it!"

Sebastian stepped forward, attempting to ease the tension. "Look, I know it's unexpected, but we've spoken to who we need to and we're planning to get married."

"Married!?" Ominis exclaimed. "Are you out of your mind? You're barely adults, and now you're throwing a baby and marriage into the mix?"

“It’s not like we have a choice, Ominis! If we don’t do this, Olive’s life may as well be over now!” Sebastian said.

Anne nodded like she agreed and pulled Olive into a comforting hug while Sebastian and Ominis continued to bicker. “I apologise for my dumbass brother. But, if you’re happy, then I am happy.”

Olive hugged Anne back and felt tears begin to well in her eyes “Thank you, Anne.”

“How do you feel about it all?”

“Scared… terrified…but Sebastian has been great.”

Anne pulled back slightly to look into Olive's eyes. "Scared and terrified are normal feelings, especially in a situation like this. But you've got a good head on your shoulders, and Sebastian seems genuinely committed. Plus, you have us to support you through it all."

Ominis sighed, realising that arguing won’t change the situation. "Fine, I'll support you. But you better be ready for the responsibilities that come with it. And you," he pointed at Sebastian, "you better make sure Olive's happy."

“Don’t worry. I will.”

With Ominis reluctantly on board and Anne offering her support, the atmosphere in the Undercroft began to shift from tension to understanding.

As the group left the Undercroft, Anne threw her arm around Olive's waist, walking with her as Sebastian and Ominis trailed behind. "You know, Ominis may grumble, but deep down, he cares about you both."

Olive nodded, smiling at Anne's attempt to lighten the mood. "I know. He just has a funny way of showing it."

Sebastian caught up, slipping his arm around Olive's waist too. "Thanks for having our backs, Anne."

Anne grinned. "Well, it's not every day your brother and his best friend drop a bombshell like this. But you've got my support. And don't worry, I'll keep Ominis in line."

The week passed quickly and Saturday arrived. The day of the wedding. Anne helped Olive make her hair into something more than her normal, bland straight and slipped on the dress she’d picked up at Gladrags at the last minute.

It was simple, an off-white and hung slightly off her shoulders.

“You look beautiful, Olive. I can’t believe I’m going to have a sister-in-law.” Anne said, running her hands down Olive’s arms to smooth the cascading sleeves.

Olive exhaled deeply and left the dormitory, catching the eyes of a few curious students wondering why she was so dressed up.

They wandered through the castle grounds until they reached a small garden. She could see Sebastian. He was facing away from her. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his form, admiring his best suit he’d donned for the occasion.

Anne gently nudged Olive forward with an encouraging smile.

Sebastian turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, and the moment his eyes met Olive's, a warmth filled the space between them. The world seemed to pause, allowing them to simply savour the moment, catching their last glances of each other before they were legally bound forever.

"You look beautiful" Sebastian breathed, his eyes filled with awe, love and unshed tears.

Olive blushed. "You clean up pretty well too, Sebastian."

They stood there for a moment, absorbing the reality of what was about to happen. The decision to get married had been made quickly, born out of necessity, but as they stood together, the impending commitment felt both daunting and deeply meaningful.

Their intimate ceremony began, neither of them really paying much attention to what was being said as they simply stood holding hands, deeply staring into each others eyes.

Olive thought for a moment that they were the thing that first drew her to Sebastian. His eyes always carried such warmth and her stomach filled with butterflies whenever he used to lock them onto hers, even before she realised she was in love with him.

“Sebastian, vows.” The officiant said.

“Oh. Right.” Sebastian let go of Olive’s hands and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

“Olive. I may not have been the most conventional romantic, but from the moment we embarked on this unexpected journey, I knew it was the only one I wanted to take.

When life threw us this curveball and we faced choices that no one our age should, you didn't hesitate. You stood by me, and in doing so, you've become the most vital part of my life. Today, in front of everyone we care about, I vow to stand by you just as unwaveringly. I promise to cherish you, not just when the skies are clear, but when the storms come. To be your shelter when you need refuge and your partner in all the adventures life throws our way. I promise to be patient, to listen, to learn, and to love you, even when it's hard.

And, Olive, I promise to be the father our child deserves, to create a home filled with love and laughter, and to navigate this journey of parenthood with you hand in hand. You are my home, my confidante, my love. Today and every day, I choose you.”

Olive found herself unable to stop the tirade of tears that overcame her. She knew in her heart that Sebastian hadn’t made up some vows just for the ceremony… that he’d spoken from the heart.

Sebastian gently wiped away a tear from Olive's cheek, his own eyes glistening. The officiant nodded with a warm smile before turning his attention to Olive.

"Your turn, Olive.”

Olive took a steadying breath, her heart pounding with nervousness. She looked into Sebastian's eyes, finding comfort in the warm honey colour of them and began her vows.

"Sebastian. From the day we first stumbled into this adventure, I never expected it would lead us here, but I wouldn't change a single step of the journey. You've been my constant and my best friend. Today, in front of those we hold dear, I pledge my heart to you.

I promise to be your support, to stand by you through the twists and turns life has in store for us. I promise to celebrate your triumphs and share your burdens. Together, we've faced things we should have had to but I vow to face whatever else comes our way with the same courage and resilience. I promise to love you always, to find joy in the ordinary moments, and to appreciate the extraordinary ones.

Sebastian, as we step into this new chapter, I choose you as my partner, my love, and the father of our child. Today, tomorrow, and always."

Sebastian's eyes glistened with tears, and he gently cupped Olive's face in his hands.

“ Please tell me I can kiss her now.” Sebastian almost begged, his eyes never leaving Olive’s.

The officiant laughed, “With the power vested in me, it’s my great pleasure to announce that you are now married. Husband and wife. Sebastian, you may kiss your bride.”

He almost didn’t get to finish the sentence before Sebastian lurched forward, pulling Olive into him. He pressed their mouths together hard, his hand reaching around the back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair. The world faded away as they shared a passionate kiss, sealing their vows forever.

Olive pulled away first, unable to wipe the wide smile off her face.

They were met by warm congratulations from the very small number of friends who’d come, Anne very clearly coming around to the idea as she wiped away tears and hugged them both.

“Very unconventional, but I think you’re both truly in love.” She said.

Olive didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she did think she was in love. When she had slept with Sebastian a month ago, it was the encouragement of the alcohol that prompted Sebastian to make the move and ask her. As if the feelings they’d both been harbouring for years were finally being released. But once the alcohol wore off, they ignored it. Went back to friends. But the knowledge their one night of passion had resulted in bonding them together forever, they let their feelings finally show. Not just for each other, but for everyone.

Life at Hogwarts while married was fine. Life at Hogwarts while pregnant was not.

Olive’s pregnancy was getting harder and harder to hide as her stomach grew, the looser uniforms only doing so much and people were beginning to talk. It was very obvious to the other seventh years that Sebastian was the father, given how often he became protective of Olive, placing a hand on her lower back or offering a supportive arm when they walked together. The rumours spread like wildfire, and there was one day in particular Sebastian got into a physical altercation with Leander Prewett when he made a comment about Olive when she was excused from participating in duelling due to her condition.

“Oh? So all I have to do is sleep with someone and I get to half ass through all my school work?” He snickered.

Sebastian shoved Garreth Weasley out of the way when he stepped between them, seeing the rage in Sebastian’s eyes at his friends idiotic comment.

“Say it again, Prewett.” Sebastian demanded, his hand palming at the wand in his pocket.

“What? That your little girlfriend’s a slut?”

And that was it. Sebastian forgot the wand. He simply pulled his arm back and swung, knocking Leander and three of his teeth onto the floor in a bleeding heap. He bought himself a weeks detention. But Leander got two.

Olive had taken to sneaking into the boys dormitory most nights, falling to sleep in the comforting arms of her husband. He dried her tears after a day of people staring at her and talking about her. He pressed his hand to her growing stomach and felt their baby kick him.

“What does it feel like?” Sebastian whispered one night as their baby kicked away at Sebastian’s fingers tapping all over her bare belly.

Olive smiled, guiding Sebastian's hand to where she felt the gentle kicks. "It feels like butterflies, but from the inside. Sometimes it's soft, like a flutter, and other times it's more of a little poke."

Sebastian's eyes softened as he felt the movements beneath his fingertips. "I never thought I'd be so fascinated by someone kicking me, but there's something so magical about it."

“There is.” Olive sighed, her head nestling into Sebastian’s hair.

Sebastian continued to marvel at the tiny movements of his baby. His and Olive’s baby. "I can't wait to meet them," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Olive's forehead.

By 9 months, they had finished their examinations and had only a few weeks left until they were to leave Hogwarts for good. Olive was just grateful to have made it through her exams.

“Hey.” Sebastian said one night as Olive crept into his room as she normally did each night. His bed felt smaller lately as Olive seemed to take up most of it these days. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?” Olive groaned as she tried to get comfortable in his bed.

“Here.” He passed her a piece of parchment.

She unfurled it and furrowed her brows. “It’s an address.”

“It’s our address.” He corrected her.

“What?”

“I’ve had my inheritance from my parents waiting for me for years… the condition was I complete my NEWTs, then it’s mine. Well, I’ve done them. And I’ve got us a house on the South Coast.” Sebastian explained.

Olive's eyes widened with surprise. "A house? For us?"

Sebastian nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I thought it might be nice for us and the little one to live on the coast."

Olive couldn't believe it. The idea of a house, a home of their own, was both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. "Sebastian, this is incredible. But are you sure? I mean, with the baby and everything… that’s your money…”

“I’ve never been surer of anything. You don’t really expect me to take you home to Feldcroft, do you? My uncle doesn’t even know I got a girl pregnant. Anne’s sworn to secrecy.”

He did have a point. Though, he did think perhaps his uncle may get a little suspicious when Anne went home after graduation and he didn’t without so much as a word.

“Are you going to tell your uncle?” Olive asked.

“Maybe one day. After the baby is born. He can’t try and change my mind then, can he?”

Olive nodded. She couldn’t help but smile. They were finally going to be a real family. Despite the circumstances leading them there, she felt like that was how they were always supposed to be. But they had to tell Solomon eventually.

Olive pondered the thought of telling Sebastian’s Uncle. She’d met him once and her impression of him was not the best. He was mentally abusive towards Sebastian and even when she managed to heal Anne, he kept his cold and harsh facade, not even apologising to Sebastian or thanking Olive at all.

She imagined finding out that the nephew he didn’t really want was now having a child of his own would cause more drama.

But it was unavoidable, especially when they ran into Solomon in Hogsmeade on a Friday evening.

“Sebastian?” Solomon said, sounding slightly shocked at his presence in The Three Broomsticks.

Sebastian jumped, very startled by his uncle’s presence right behind him, especially when he had just had his hand on Olive’s very obvious pregnant belly.

“Wh–” Solomon’s eyes dragged down to Olive’s stomach. “Sebastian? Please tell me you did not do this. ” He said, pointing accusingly at Olive.

Sebastian straightened up. "Uncle Solomon, this is Olive. I’m sure you remember her. She’s my wife now. And yes, I did do that ."

Solomon's gaze flickered between Sebastian and Olive, his demeanour growing angrier. "What!? A wife, and a baby at eighteen years of age? And you got married without telling me? Are you mad?!"

Sebastian took a deep breath, composing himself, ready to defend both himself, his wife and his baby. "I love Olive, and we're committed to each other. We're having a baby, and we've decided to build a life together."

Solomon's face darkened further, his voice lowering into a dangerous tone. "You fool! You have responsibilities, obligations. This is not the time for romantic indulgences."

Olive stepped forward, her resolve matching Sebastian's. "We understand the responsibilities, but we're not asking for your approval. We're merely informing you of our decision."

Solomon scoffed as he glared back at Sebastian. "Decision? This is not a decision, it's a disaster waiting to happen! You are jeopardising your future, Sebastian, for what? A girl and a child you're not prepared for?"

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his eyes meeting Solomon's. "I am prepared. We've got a house on the South Coast, and we're going to make this work."

Solomon's expression shifted from anger to disappointment. "You are throwing away everything your parents hoped for, they’d be bloody ashamed of you!"

Sebastian's patience wore thin. "I doubt that very much.”

Solomon shook his head, turning away. "I won't be part of this madness. If you choose this reckless path, you do it without my support. If you ever step foot in Feldcroft again, it won’t end well.”

As he left the pub in a huff, Sebastian slumped back into his seat. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Olive said, "Are you okay?"

Sebastian nodded, squeezing her hand. "I expected this, Olive. We knew it wouldn't be easy. I’m just sorry it wasn’t on our terms.”

Their mood lifted as they headed back to the castle, realising this was their last weekend until they graduated during the week and could finally head off to the South Coast to start their lives while Sebastian worked hard to become a Curse-Breaker.

Until Tuesday night.

Olive had crept into Sebastian’s bed as she did most night, but was awoken at about 3am with dull, achey pains in her stomach.

She tried hard to dismiss them, simply thinking perhaps she had a stomach ache, but her tossing and turning had woken up Sebastian.

“Hm? Are you alright?” He said, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Olive winced, feeling another wave of pain. "I... I think something's not right, Sebastian. My stomach hurts."

Sebastian's eyes widened with concern, and he immediately sat up. "We need to go to Nurse Blainey. This could be... it could be the baby."

Sebastian helped Olive out of bed, taking her arm and she winced and slid on her slippers. They hurried through the darkened corridors, making their way to the Hogwarts hospital wing. The dull aches were intensifying into sharper contractions, signalling that the time for their baby's arrival might be sooner than expected.

When they stumbled through the door, Nurse Blainey was already up and moving doing her nightly rounds of the few patients.

“Ah. Olive, Sebastian. Is everything alright?” She asked them, clearly knowing everything was not alright based on their facial expressions.

“No,” Sebastian said, supporting Olive’s weight through another contraction. “I think she’s in labour.”

Nurse Blainey ushered Olive to a bed and felt her stomach and checked her dilation.

“You’re correct, Sebastian. She’s in labour. And about half way there, darling, well done. I’ll send for St Mungo’s to come and transport you.”

Olive nodded and Nurse Blainey left them alone for a moment.

“Sebastian. I’m so scared.” Olive said, tears welling in her eyes.

“I know, love.” Sebastian said, leaning down to push her sweaty hair out of her face. “I am too. But I won’t leave your side. We’ll get through this, okay?”

Olive nodded and nuzzled into his hand as Nurse Blainey returned.

Nurse Blainey helped Olive prepare for the journey to St Mungo's, and soon enough, a team from the wizarding hospital arrived to transport them. Sebastian held Olive's hand tightly, providing comfort and reassurance as they were guided through an enchanted suitcase that took them straight to a private room at St Mungo’s.

Hours passed and Sebastian stayed by Olive’s side, helping her through each increasingly painful contraction.

“You’re doing great, love.” He cooed, wiping her brow with a damp cloth. “You’re doing so well.”

“I... I don’t think I can do it. I’m tired. It hurts.” Olive cried, her nails digging into Sebastian’s arm.

“You can. You’re so close. Just a little longer and we’ll finally get to meet the little one who’s been kicking us every night for months.”

Olive nodded and screamed through another contraction, trying to use Sebastian’s words to push her through.

Just when she was giving up hope, a healer gave her the news she’d been waiting for all day.

“Olive, it’s time to start pushing.”

Sebastian’s smile grew, though he looked more nervous than before.

The healers helped Olive get into a comfortable position and Sebastian stood beside her, gripping her hand and stroking her sweaty forehead.

“Come on love, just a few more minutes of pain.” He cooed.

“And push now, Olive.”

Olive beared down, her throat tearing out sounds she didn’t know were possible.

“Excellent, excellent. Great pushing, now let’s go again.”

Olive obeyed, pushing with every bit of her might.

“Good work, Olive! Baby’s head is almost here!”

Sebastian’s smile beamed and he peered over the top of Olive’s knee.

“What.. are… you doing?” Olive panted between pushes.

“I want to see my baby be born.” Sebastian said casually.

Olive pushed again and Sebastian continued to look over her leg.

“Wow, you’re doing so great, Olive! I can see the head!” Sebastian exclaimed.

With two more pushes and an over-excited Sebastian getting in the way, Olive felt a rush of relief and the delicate sounds of a newborn's cry filled the room.

“Congratulations!” The healer said, placing the crying baby on Olive’s chest.

Sebastian leaned down and kissed Olive delicately on the head. “You did it. You did so well, love. I am so proud of you.”

His hand gently stroked the thick head of hair on the back of their baby's head, the cries softening to a dull peep.

“What is it?” Olive asked.

Sebastian almost laughed. Neither of them had thought to check yet.

He lifted the blanket, a wide grin growing across his face.

“Well?” Olive asked softly.

“You’ve given me a daughter. A beautiful baby girl.” Sebastian said, tears welling in his eyes.

Olive smiled, the tears rolling down her own cheeks. "She's perfect," She whispered, her voice a mixture of exhaustion but overwhelming love.

Sebastian nodded, still unable to tear his gaze away from the tiny bundle on Olive’s chest. "Absolutely perfect. Did you have a name for her? I realised we never really discussed it.”

“No, we didn’t. Have you thought of any?”

“Just one. I like Eloise.” Sebastian suggested, his eyes never leaving the baby now peacefully asleep on Olive.

Olive's tired eyes lit up at Sebastian's suggestion. "Eloise. I love it," she said, a soft smile growing on her lips. "Perhaps Eloise Anne Sallow. After your sister"

“A… Anne? You really like that?” Sebastian asked, eyes wide.

“Of course. She’s one of the only people who supported us through this whole thing. I think it suits her too.”

Sebastian smiled and leaned down to gently kiss Eloise's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for his newborn daughter. “Eloise Anne…” he whispered.

After such an easy birth, Olive was discharged the next day and given they were days away from graduating, they were offered a private room at Hogwarts under Professor Weasley’s discretion for the remainder of their stay.

On the morning of their graduation, Sebastian held their tiny, sleeping daughter as he watched Olive squeeze into her old Hogwarts uniform.

“Doesn’t fit like it used to…” She complained, yanking the strings on her corset tighter to give her skirt more room.

“And that is perfectly okay.” Sebastian said softly. “You grew a whole child, Olive. Just look at her. She’s bloody perfect and you’re still just as beautiful to me now as the day I got you pregnant.”

Olive clicked her tongue and tossed a sock at Sebastian, missing the mark as it fell at his feet. But, his words resonated within her, and she simply dealt with the new shape of her body, not caring that the skirt was a little tighter around her stomach than before. She had given birth days ago, after all.

They headed down to the Great Hall while they listened to Professor Black’s long winded and frankly, very, very boring address, but Sebastian and Olive had drawn the attention of half the Slytherin table, most of them laying eyes on Eloise for the first time.

Even Olive’s best friend, Imelda, who was incredibly against the idea of procreating with Sebastian Sallow, was watching Eloise with a small smile creeping onto her cheeks, watching the tiny infant snoozing away in Sebastian’s arms.

After enduring Professor Black's lengthy speech, the moment finally arrived for the graduates to receive their graduation certificates. Sebastian carefully handed Eloise to Olive, expecting to be called up separately.

But as Professor Weasley called Sebastian, she called Olive too.

“Sebastian and Olive Sallow.”

Their friends amongst the tables erupted into a loud applause, a few cheering loudly as they accepted their certificates as a family.

“Well done. Both of you, I knew you’d both make it.” Professor Weasley praised them, shaking both of their hands and passing their scrolls over.

They headed back to the table, positively beaming that they had made it, despite the circumstances.

Rather than heading to The Three Broomsticks for graduation celebrations, Sebastian and Olive went straight to their new home in Marunweem.

Sebastian had taken the liberty of getting the bare necessities ready with Olive none-the-wiser, only realising how much he had actually done when he took her upstairs to a beautiful and sun-filled nursery, bassinet, change area, drawers filled with baby onesies and nappies all set-up.

She couldn’t help the tears in her eyes as she admired every small detail Sebastian had put into the place, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man who had stood by her and loved her unconditionally for so long.

“Sebastian, it's… it's perfect,” Olive whispered, her voice choking up with a surge of emotions.

He grinned. “You and Eloise deserve the best. I wanted our little family to have a warm and welcoming home.”

Olive placed Eloise in her little crib and she remained asleep, blissfully unaware of just how good her life was going to be.

Sebastian and Olive’s results from their N.E.W.Ts came in swiftly, a few weeks after their graduation, and Sebastian was accepted with honour into the Gringotts Curse-Breaker program given his fantastic results.

Olive performed well too, and was offered a deferred start in the Auror Recruitment Programme, due to start when Eloise was one.

And life was great at the Sallow’s, they made their little house a home with many adjustments, small renovations and decorations adorning it, including Sebastian’s expansive library that had grown to include more and more children’s books as time went on.

They both pursued their respective careers, Sebastian quickly working his way up the ranks and becoming the Head Cursebreaker at Gringotts not long after the arrival of he and Olive’s twins, Emma and Archie.

And Olive became an accomplished Auror, swinging between field and desk work for whatever suited their family best.

As Olive and Sebastian sat in the garden of their home by Marunweem lake, they watched their three children running around and skipping rocks on the lake, reflecting on the journey the last few years had taken them on.

From two scared Hogwarts students about to embrace parenthood to accomplished adults with great jobs and three wonderful, smart and intelligent kids, they could hardly believe their luck.

“You know… what’s one more?” Sebastian whispered into his wife’s ear, knowing their children were going to be occupied for at least another hour before tea time.

Olive rolled her eyes with a laugh, but scooped Sebastian off the floor by his tie and dragged him into their home, quickly making their way upstairs.

“And how could I say no to you, Mr. Sallow.”

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AHHHHHH SCREAMING 😭

You're Gonna Go Far - O. Gaunt

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Word Count: 10,956

Rating: E (The boys are in a fraternity, Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), Unprotected Sex, NSFW, MDNI)

Summary: It's the night before graduation, and Ominis Gaunt is moving to New York City next week. There isn't much time left to say all the things that have gone unsaid over the past seven years.

A/N: I'm in the loveliest Ominis server on Discord, and this is dedicated to @grandeoatmilklatte, who inspired frat president Ominis. I hope you enjoy!

You walk up the steps of the splintered porch, taking great care to not slip on the beer a freshman has dropped on the stoop. Graduation ceremonies start in the morning and the spring chill has broken, giving way to a gorgeous May evening. It’s just warm enough that you’ve got the slightest glisten on your collarbone from your fast pace walk, abandoning the bar scene for your best mates’ last frat party ever.

“Very nice,” a voice purrs behind you. “You do always look pretty when you polish up.”

You roll your eyes, swatting at a sweaty Lucan Brattleby as he dodges your aim. “Buzz off, Luc. Have you seen Sebastian and Ominis?”

“Sebastian is somewhere getting his face sucked off by Cressida,” Lucan chuckles, brushing back his curly mop. “And I haven’t seen Ominis all night, except when he yelled at me for trying to get into his room.”

You raise an eyebrow, resting a hand on your hip as you bounce your heel against the porch. You swallow away the lump in your throat, hoping Ominis isn’t off getting slobbered on by a girl. Whatever liquid courage you’ve consumed this evening is already wearing thin, and the sight of Ominis with a stranger might shatter you.

“And why were you trying to get into his room?” You ask, trying to pry.

Lucan shrugs. “Well, the president’s room gets passed down to the next president,” he jerks his thumb back to himself proudly. “And I wanted to measure for my furniture next semester. I think I could fit a wet bar in there.”

You try to stifle your snort, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “I’m going in to find him,” you announce, stepping through the threshold. With the door open, the music bleeds out onto the porch.

It’s so loud, you can feel the bass from the music thumping in your stomach. Garreth is in the kitchen, peddling some of his tonics; Amit and Andrew are in the living room, scolding some younger students for touching the large telescope situated by the windows. You spot Sebastian leaning against the stair railing, a cup of beer in his hand. You have to wade through a sea of bodies just to reach him.

”It’s about time you showed up,” Sebastian teases, swirling his beer. Your freckled friend has his shirt unbuttoned quite low, and you notice several young ladies shooting jealous glances your way. It's laughable that they'd be envious - Sebastian has never been anything more than a pesky brother to you, growing even closer in the years since Anne's passing.

”I thought you would be getting your face sucked off by Cressida,” you mock Lucan’s words, and Sebastian groans.

“I’ve been trying to escape her all night,” he tilts his head, appraising your outfit. Sebastian can be a touch overprotective when you go out on the town, and you wouldn’t put it past him to say something about how cold you must be in your slip dress. “Bar night with the girls go well?”

”Imelda had to take Poppy home before she puked in another planter. Think she has a few of Garreth’s brews before we even hit the town.” you laugh as you talk about your roommates, crossing your arms over your chest. “And if you’re going to criticize my clothes—“

“I think you look beautiful,” Sebastian offers. “Ominis is going to think so too.”

You blush. “Ominis doesn’t care for clothes.”

”Ominis cares for you ,” Sebastian points out, lifting the cup to his lips. “Have you seen him yet?”

You shake your head. “I was going to check his room, but didn’t want to stop him if he was…er, busy .” you wave your hands erratically, hoping Sebastian would get the gist of your implication.

Sebastian snorts, grinning over the edge of the plastic cup. “Definitely not. Tell you what, head up to his room—I’ll send him up when I see him.”

You swat at him, but head up the stairs to the third floor anyways. Passing by throngs of students enjoying the last weekend of term, you push your way to the door neatly labeled O. Gaunt, President.

The door seems to know you’re one of Ominis’s welcomed guests, so it unlocks itself for you. Ominis has always been nifty at protective spells, his door clearly charmed to only let in select visitors. And much to your relief, the room is empty.

You walk around the room, the door left ajar behind you. Ominis is a simple man, not keeping much more in his room other than a bed, desk, and the textbooks stacked neatly on his dresser. The suit he’s been planning to wear to graduation is draped across the back of his armchair, but that’s not what catches your eye. What calls your attention the most are the two graduation gowns hanging in the closet–from afar they look identical, but you know better than anyone the implication behind both.

“I thought you were out for girls night.”

“I couldn’t miss your last party ever, could I?”

You hear Ominis’s familiar breezy laugh. “I’d much rather be at a bar myself right now. It’s an absolute madhouse downstairs. I've been trying to keep it civilized.”

You don’t turn around; instead, you remain standing in Ominis’s closet, dragging a finger over the thick robe, trimmed with black and green velvet. Ominis had originally planned to wear the same plain polyester school-issued robe as Sebastian, but a large box arrived on the front porch of the house earlier in the week. You, Sebastian, and Garreth lingered in the living room as Ominis carefully unwrapped the parchment paper, revealing a box with a gilded Gladrags logo. Inside was the luxurious robe, accompanied by a satin stole. It had the Gaunt family crest embroidered on the chest, the family motto dancing around his neck in metallic silver thread.

Ex auro purissimo sanguinis. The purest of blood.

It was the first he’d heard from his family in almost six months–the note from Marvolo had stated if Ominis was going to represent the family in an official capacity, he needed to dress the part. Ominis immediately set the offending notecard on fire, the fancy box quickly thrown out their window and into the dumpster below. It was only after you’d gotten back to your flat that Sebastian texted; the box was empty in the trash can, but both the fancy robe and stole were hanging in Ominis’s closet.

“Which one will you wear?” You ask, turning your gaze over your shoulder.

Ominis smiles, pushing a stray strand of blonde hair from his forehead. Your devastatingly handsome best friend leans against the doorway, a red cup resting in his hand. Ominis has never been one to dress down–his version of a party outfit is a pair of neat, chino pants, an ironed button down layered over a tee shirt emblazoned with his fraternity letters. He fiddles with the handle of his wand in the other, the tip glowing a soft hazy red as he made sense of your placement in the bedroom.

“I think you know,” Ominis muses, swiftly moving from the doorway to his bed. “Wasn’t nearly as difficult of a decision to make as I thought. The boys are my family now. Have been for a while.”

He sits atop the rickety full-sized bed, the springs of his mattress creaking beneath his weight. You nearly laugh; Ominis is so tall, he looks comical perched on the misshapen bedframe. He’s never been good at transfiguration, but he’s too stubborn to let anyone else help him with his furniture. Despite the odd furnishings, the rest of Ominis’s bedroom is neat and tidy. His striped sheets are pristine, the duvet folded at the edge of the bed. It’s a far cry from Sebastian’s room, which is littered with papers and broken quills, or the room that Andrew and Garreth share at the end of the hall. The two have nearly come to blows several times in the last semester over who would take the trash out.

“You still haven’t packed,” you hum, moving away from the closet and back over to his desk. He hasn’t returned his books to the library yet, his magical ethics and muggle studies textbooks are still cracked open from finals.

“I’ll get around to it,” Ominis shrugs.

“Lucan’s been bothering me about you packing,” you perch yourself on his desk chair. “Something about him wanting to get in and measure, so he can plan his furniture layout. Said he wants to put a bar in the room.”

Ominis rolls his milky blue eyes, lifting the red cup to his lips. “Lucan isn’t president yet,” he reminds you. “I’m not sure when I’ll fully move out of the house. And he cannot build a wet bar in the bedroom, that’s unsanitary.”

You snort, spinning around slowly in the chair. “It’s nearly two o’clock. You’ll have bags under those pretty eyes of yours if you don’t get to bed soon. Should I kick everyone out?”

Ominis laughs, setting the cup on the floor as he leans back in bed. “Let them have their fun,” he says fondly. “Sebastian needs one last party before he starts his rotations at St. Mungo’s. Besides, I bet Garreth is making a fortune off his potions tonight. Might as well clear out his entire stock on graduation parties. ”

You smile faintly as the music from downstairs bleeds up into the bedroom. As far as fraternity houses go, there are certainly more posh ones on campus. Ominis had been a legacy of the richest fraternity at school, one mostly of fellow purebloods and former Slytherins. They’d spent the whole of first term trying to recruit him, baiting him with lavish dinners, free entrance to the clubs, and all the illicit beverages and substances one might desire. But that wasn’t Ominis–unknowingly, they drove him even further into the opposite direction. You can still remember bid day, and the shock on everyone’s faces when Ominis turned down their bid to join a humble off campus house with Sebastian. His family had been furious, specifically Marvolo–you can still remember the shouting match the brothers had gotten into, Marvolo slamming the dorm room shut after tearing Ominis to shreds.

Whilst most of the student body had expected Ominis to fade into obscurity after his controversial choice, quite the opposite happened. Ominis truly flourished without the influence of his family, instead patching together a group of unexpected brothers. He surprised everyone when he became president his second year of uni, bringing some order to the rowdy gang of brothers with his natural born leadership skills. What felt like a mishmash of random Hogwarts alumni suddenly became a little family, held together with Ominis as the glue.

All in all, the shy, skinny Slytherin you once knew has really come into his own.

“Knut for your thoughts?” Ominis asks, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Nothing,” you shrug, fixing the strap of your dress as you spin around once more. “It’s just weird, that’s all.”

“What’s weird?” Ominis asks softly, playing with his wand. The tip has stopped glowing; he’s comfortable enough around you to not need his guide.

“That tomorrow, you graduate.” you utter. “And then, you’re gone.”

“Ah,” Ominis bites his bottom lip. “ That .”

It’s a subject the two of you have been avoiding for a while. Ominis had spent the last few summers interning for the Wizengamot, fully expecting to work for them after graduating with his law degree. Again, to everyone’s shock, Ominis had announced his intentions to apply for a position in the foreign office, working for MACUSA. You can still recall the doubt on Ominis’s face, brows furrowed as you and Sebastian helped him fill out his application before the deadline. It had taken nearly an entire night, Sebastian snoring in an armchair while you sent the application off with an owl in the dark sky.

“We don’t even know if I’ll get it,” Ominis had said.

“You’re going to get it,” you assured him. There was never a doubt in your mind.

Ominis received news of his placement with MACUSA at the end of fall term. He was offered his first choice, a position in the foreign relations office, his first day of work being June 1st. The celebration had lasted an entire week, until Garreth finally ran out of fizzing whizzbeer. The night was especially memorable, considering Ominis had also broken up with Nerida in the middle of the party. He was unphased by both her screams and the beer that had flown in his face, Andrew and Garreth having to drag her out of the house. When asked about it the next morning, he’d merely shrugged it off. They hadn’t been dating longer than a month , Ominis pointed out. Besides, he would be off to America soon enough. Best to leave without baggage.

That thought sank in your stomach like a hot ball of lead.

“We really should start packing,” you remind him. “Unless you plan on arriving in New York with just a suitcase.”

“Maybe I’m thinking of not going,” Ominis mumbles. He leans back on the bed, unseeing eyes blinking up at the ceiling as he fumbles with his hand. “I know it looks bad on my part to decline a job this late, but–”

“Excuse me,” You gasp. “No buts, Ominis Gaunt. You’re going to New York.”

“But what if they need me?” Ominis blurts. “Sebastian will be in London on his own, and you know he hates being alone now that Anne is gone. And Lucan is still a little shit, he may need more experience before he’s ready to be president. I worry he’ll bring his little dueling betting ring into the house, and I won’t stand to see the boys gambling their lives away.”

“Ominis,” you warn him. “You’re going.”

“And what about you?” Ominis asks softly. “You still have a year left here, I hate the thought of you being here by yourself.”

You pull yourself closer to the bed, the wheels of his desk chair squeaking on the floor. “I’m going to be okay, Ominis.” You promise him. “You know, if you’re this anxious about it, we should probably get you a better cell phone. I know how you feel about those muggle devices, but Sebastian and I really do find them useful. Not that owls aren’t efficient, but a transatlantic journey would take them quite a bit–”

Ominis’s hand is on yours, the sensation knocking the wind of your chest.

“You’ll be fine,” he murmurs. “It’s me I’m worried about.”

You stare at him, thankful he can’t see your gaze.

Ominis has been your best friend for years now. You can still remember him yelling at you the first time you left the Undercroft, his ire quickly fading away as soon as Sebastian forced the two of you into close proximity. You’d shared more in common than you thought–a love for pranks, warm naps in the hallways, and an oddly similar affinity for banoffee pie. It wasn’t long before the three of you had become a package deal, hardly ever seen without the others. It only made sense the three of you would go off to uni together after Hogwarts, you becoming somewhat of a house mother to Ominis, Sebastian, and the rest of the boys.

With that, you’d also spent the last four years of university watching Ominis date other girls. There had never been anyone too serious, most of them being old acquaintances from Hogwarts, or pretty girls who’d stumbled into their parties. They usually only lasted for weeks at a time, Ominis claiming he was far too busy taking care of his own brothers to handle a girlfriend as well. Usually in the end, the ladies would come sobbing at your doorstep, all wondering why they couldn’t get Ominis Gaunt to commit.

At the same time, you’d had your fair share of fun and trouble at university–bad boyfriends, a few failed classes, all distracting you from your independent study on ancient magic. Enough so, you needed an extra two semesters under your belt to catch up on your dissertation.

“Are you scared?” you ask, voice soft.

“Maybe,” Ominis admits, and it’s the first time in a very long time you’ve heard him express doubts. “The idea of being alone in New York is scary. I’ve had you and Sebastian by my side for the last seven years, and I won’t know anyone.”

“You’re going to be great, Om.” you remind him. “You’re going to make a name for yourself in New York. What would make you think otherwise?”

Ominis is chewing on his lower lip, thumb running over the back of your hand. “Marvolo called the this morning,” he admits, pointing to the little brick of a phone you and Sebastian had bullied him into buying. “It wasn’t good.”

“Oh, Om.” You sigh, pulling yourself closer. From this distance, you can smell the cool musk of his cologne, one of the little luxuries he maintains for himself. “What happened?”

Ominis hangs his head low, shaking out his dirty blond hair. He normally has it gelled back, tidily done, but it seems a bit messy and disheveled. Out of character for your best mate.

“Said I was an embarrassment to the family,” Ominis mumbles. “That I should’ve taken the opportunity to work at Mulciber’s firm, and that Mother and Father are astounded I’d work for the government, let alone the Americans .�� he says dramatically.

“Your brother is an arse as usual,” you say defiantly. “And he has no idea how hard you’ve worked for this. Ominis, you’re the greatest treasure your family has ever lost, and I look forward to watching you prove them wrong.”

Ominis offers a small smile. “See? What am I going to do without you as a voice of reason?”

Affection is nothing new for you. The minute Sebastian and Ominis began bringing you around their brothers, it was made blatantly obvious that you were off limits. Sebastian had threatened everyone, reminding them that you were practically their sister, and anyone who tried to make a pass at you would be dealt with swiftly. The first time one of the older boys had tried to kiss you, Ominis challenged him to a duel on the spot. Within seconds, Ominis’s opponent was arse down on the floor, your best friend wrapping an arm around your shoulder to see if you were okay.

Nights spent in the library, sitting shoulder to shoulder as you studied. Movie nights at the house, your legs tangled on the couch while Sebastian complained about sitting on the floor. The two of you dancing around the kitchen, cooking up dinner while Lucan and Garreth played exploding snap at the table. You can feel the thick lump forming in your throat as you try to imagine the next year without him.

“Remember what I said,” you swallow away your sadness. “If you want to go far–”

“You’ve got to go far.” Ominis repeats. “I know, you’re the one who told me to apply.”

You place your hand on his cheek, which is still rosy from the beer he’d been drinking. “You’re going to go to New York, Ominis. And if you want to come home, we’ll be here. Sebastian and me, we’ll be here.”

Ominis holds your hand to his cheek, blinking up at you through his thick lashes. Something about the moment is far too intimate–you know you should leave, go back to the party downstairs. There’s music still playing in the distance, your friends are still dancing, yet you’re here, alone with Ominis in his room.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ominis asks.

“Ask away,” you whisper.

You can see the way he moves his hand, dropping his wand onto the nightstand next to his bed. His right hand is still on top of yours, keeping it glued to his warm cheek. The other hand hooks behind your knee, fingers dancing over the soft skin. He’s taller than you, and his knees slot between yours, legs knocking into each other.

“Have you ever–” he clears his throat, eyes fluttering as he tries to verbalize his thoughts. “Have you ever thought about us?”

“What about us?” You ask dumbly.

To your despair, Ominis pulls away. He hastily tugs his hands from your body, pushing the desk chair to put distance between the two of you. It’s faster than you could’ve imagined; your brain is still processing his question while he’s already got his wand in hand, hastily making a way towards the door.

“Ominis, stop!” You demand.

“It’s dumb,” He ignores your words, wand lit red as he stomps across the room. “It was just a thought–”

“Ominis,” you repeat, standing up.

“We should go back out to the party–”

“I have,” you choke out. “I have thought about us.”

Ominis has his head pressed against the cheap pine door. One hand is on the door knob, the other fondling his wand. You can sense his trepidation as he slowly stows his wand in his back pocket, turning to face you once more.

“You have?” he croaks.

“I have,” you parrot back the words to him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Ominis demands.

“Because,” you’re shaking now. “Because if I told you, you wouldn’t have applied. And we’re best friends, Ominis, who knows what we’d be getting ourselves into.” the words tumble out of your mouth.

The idea of life with Ominis had never crossed your mind–not until Poppy had proposed it earlier in the school year, pointing out how he doted on you. The first to offer you a drink, always free to walk you home at the end of the night. If you were going through a breakup, Ominis would drop everything to be at your doorstep, a bottle of wine and takeaway in hand. He’s sat on your couch listening you rant about horrible dates at least a hundred times now.

He’s perfect for you, Poppy had said.

But he’s my best friend, you’d argued back.

It was only after that conversation that you’d began to see Ominis differently. The way his eyelashes fluttered when you brushed hair out of his face, or the way a warm blush would creep on his cheeks whenever your skin touched his. On more than one occasion you found yourself biting the inside of your cheek whenever his shirt roved above his waist. Worst of all, you couldn’t help the bile that would rise in your throat whenever you saw him chatting with another girl, the acrid taste coating your tongue.

Ominis is perfect, every inch of him being boyfriend material. There’s no mistaking that. Your fear lies in the fact that Ominis is your closest confidant, one of your best friends. While painful, it almost seems easier to hang in the balance of not getting to love him rather than losing him.

“What would we do if we realized we were no good for each other?” you blurt. “You’re my best friend, Om. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

“Bear what?” Ominis muses.

Oh, it’s cruel the way he looks so handsome. His lips are curved in somehow both a smile and a grimace, dancing around the inevitable question.

“Don’t make me say it,” you feel weak already.

“Please,” Ominis asks, voice teetering on the edge of politeness and desire. “Say it, please.”

“I wouldn’t be able to bear it if we didn’t work out,” you confess. “Because it’s you, Ominis. I love you.”

You’ve told each other you love one another plenty. The first was at the end of fifth year, when the three of you were departing for separate summer holidays. Again, when you graduated and you cried about how much you were going to miss Hogwarts. Both of you with Sebastian, at Anne’s funeral the summer after freshman year. Throughout all of university, through texts, phone calls, kisses on the cheek before you leave the bar at the end of the night.

Hiya, love you. Love you, get home safe. You’re annoying, but love you.

This time, it’s different. It’s no longer a statement, it’s a confession.

“You love me.” Ominis says slowly.

“Ah, fuck.” you swear, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “This is so not how I thought tonight would go.”

“If you love me,” Ominis asks, voice shaky. “Why did you tell me to apply for the MACUSA job?”

“Because it’s what you want,” you whisper. “And you’re going to be so, so good at it, Ominis. It’s a fresh start where no one will care who your family is, and that’s what you need.”

“Even if it means I’m going to live far away?” he asks, cheeks reddening.

Your fingers curl into your palms, nails pricking skin. “You always talked about getting away from your family. It sounded like the best option for you–you’d get to do something you truly love, something you’re good at. You’re going to help people, and you’re going to be more than a Gaunt. It’s the best thing for you, Ominis.”

“But what if I wanted you?” Ominis asks, voice strained. “What if I wanted to stay?”

“I wouldn’t want that.” You admit. “If you’re going to stay, it has to be for more than me. Not that I think you’d stay for me, specifically–I mean, I’m sure Sebastian would love for you to stay home too, and Garreth would miss you–”

Ominis pauses for a moment, his mouth opening and snapping shut as he thinks. Part of you is curious at what he might say, the other is so embarrassed you’re ready to chuck yourself out the window of his third floor bedroom. You might land in the rose bushes, which will undoubtedly hurt, but a broken bone will hurt certainly less than rejection from your best friend.

“Say something, for the love of Merlin–”

He doesn’t.

Instead, Ominis launches himself off the door, closing the distance between you in four quick strides. The desk chair is practically thrown out of the way, tipping onto its side as Ominis slinks a hand around your waist. You can feel his breath on your cheek, head tipped against yours as he presses your back against his misshapen desk.

“Ominis!” you shriek, watching him swipe everything off his desk and onto the floor. His heavy books clatter against the hardwood floor, landing with a loud thud. He wastes no time lifting you onto his desk, tugging your legs closer to the edge as he slots himself between them.

“Tell me,” Ominis pants, his forehead pressed against yours. “Tell me you’ve thought about this before.”

You groan as his mouth descends upon yours. Your hands are tangled in his thick hair, his fingertips pressing into your waist as he kisses you with a bruising force.

“I have,” you moan into his mouth.

Ominis moans in return; it’s a sound you’ve been trying to imagine for the last six months, and it sounds so much better in real life. Your hands slip under the edge of his well worn t-shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath. Ominis has always been long and lithe, and his toned muscle feels just as good as you’ve thought it would. Feeling your nails scratching his skin, Ominis pulls away to mark kisses up and down your throat.

You surge forward, hips trying to close the little distance between your center and Ominis’s body. You can feel his clothed erection throbbing against your thigh, his head tilted back up to kiss your lips. A large palm settles on your breast, tentatively swiping over a clothed nipple. At your gasp, Ominis pauses; he leans his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as you both register the current state of events.

“That was our first kiss,” Ominis groans. “And I acted like a complete boor.”

You snort. “Took you about two minutes before you had your tongue in my mouth and a hand on my chest. Not one for subtlety, are you?”

Ominis snorts too, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he rests his hands on the desk behind you. “To be fair, I’ve been thinking about your breasts for the last six years. Didn’t want to waste any precious time I have left with them.”

It’s funny and romantic, and also heartbreaking. If you think about Ominis leaving, you may burst into tears.

“Hey,” Ominis whispers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood–”

You press your mouth against his; he’s unprepared, so your teeth gnash together. Ominis quickly adjusts, letting you dominate the kiss.

“Let’s just focus on right now,” you plead. “We can talk about New York after—but not now.”

Ominis pulls away slightly, a small smile growing on his lips. He’s blinking rapidly, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“What?” you demand, running a hand through your hair.

“Just happy that it’s us, finally.” Ominis admits. “You and me.”

His little smile is everything, you think. And while you love the sweet expression, you want to see the faces Ominis makes under more amorous circumstances.

“Ominis,” you coo gently, taking his hand and placing it on your chest. He’s fully red in the face, mouth agape as you guide him at palming your breast. He gets the message, taking control as your hands rest on his shoulders.

“I’ve never told you, but I love it when you wear these dresses,” Ominis muses, his free hand trailing up your thigh. “They’re soft, just like you.”

Your breath catches as his hand snakes upwards, squeezing your bottom. The edge of your short dress is rucked up to your waist as Ominis feels the lace, hovering dangerously close to your center. It’s so intimate, a lengthy departure from your normally buttoned up, proper friend who hates kisses on the cheek. Your head tilts back, a moan on the tip of your tongue as the hand once squeezing your behind starts tracing the edge of your thong.

“No fair,” you wheeze, tugging on his shirtsleeves. “If I’m arse out, you’ve got to take some clothes off too.”

Ominis lets out a loud laugh as he removes his hands from you, letting the button down fall to the floor. Your hands pull at his t-shirt, helping him take it off. The second the letters fall on the floor, your hands fly up to his chest, roving over the pale planes.

“You’re vulgar, too.” Ominis chuckles. “One of the many things I admire about you.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, lacing your fingers with his. Your nose bumps into his chin, helping him make sense of your position. He tilts his face down, hot breath fanning your cheeks. “Soft and vulgar, two very different words you’re using to describe me.”

“At first it irked me,” Ominis confesses. “When we first met. But after I got to know you, I realized you’re just loud because you’re having fun. And life didn’t need to be so stuffy.”

“That’s sweet,” you admit.

“You make everything better,” Ominis says, lips hovering closer towards yours again. “You always have.”

“I’d say the same about you.” you whisper, lips brushing against his in a chaste kiss.

Ominis has no more restraint left in him. He surges forward, hands cradling your cheeks as he kisses you. You’ve never seen him kiss anyone like this before–Ominis is always polite and tender with his conquests. This Ominis is pure hunger, making up for lost time.

You drag your nails up and down his back as he kisses you breathless, only stopping when he pulls away.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks, voice tinged with desperation. “Because there’s no going back.”

There’s no mistaking what this is–you’re crossing the boundary with your best friend, making love while you still have time to do so. If it were any other occasion, you might blame the alcohol going to your head, but no decision has ever felt more sane.

It’s Ominis.

“Yes. I want this,” you utter, and that’s that.

Ominis tugs you away from the desk, fingers slipping under the thin straps of your dress to pull it down. The slinky fabric pools at your ankles while his hands rove over your body. His fingertips dragging over every curve, while you work the buttons of his pants. He spins you quickly, pushing you onto his rickety bed as he steps out of his pants.

“I hate your bed,” you groan, bouncing on the springy mattress. “You should’ve let me help you with the spells.”

Ominis lets out a breathy laugh as he hops towards you, kicking away a pant leg. “It’s fine . I don’t understand why you’re complaining, it’s a bed.”

It’s your turn to snort, chuckling as Ominis feels around the bedspread for you. You tuck your knees up to your chin, darting away from his touch. You can tell just how frustrated he is, blonde hair falling in his eyes, patting around the bed.

“I want to feel you,” he complains, sinking into the mattress across from you. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“Then feel away,” you breathe, letting him catch hold of your ankle.

Ominis licks his lips, eyes fluttering as he presses a searing hot kiss to your ankle. The kisses start trailing up your leg, stopping intentionally every few seconds. His teeth graze the inside of your knee, and the whimper that comes out of your mouth is downright embarrassing.

“Now I want to taste you,” Ominis murmurs, hooking your legs over his shoulder. Before you can respond, his teeth are dragging against the flimsy fabric of your thong. One hand pulls it aside, the other bracing your hip. Without warning, the blond takes a long, deliberate lick. With your taste on his tongue, Ominis loses his self control and tears away the scrap of fabric, tugging it off your body and tossing it.

“Ominis!” You shriek, head tilting back to his pillows.

You can tell he’s smiling from the way his cheeks lift, eyes squeezing shut as he presses a kiss to your clit. His pace is maddening, lazily lapping as he pins your hips down. Ominis shakes his head, his tongue finally circling against your clit again once you’ve whined enough.

“You taste so good,” he groans.

“Just like you’ve imagined?” You utter between the sharp gasps he’s eliciting from you.

Ominis doesn’t respond, instead sucking hard on your clit to express his answer. He’s clearly turned on by your gasps and the sound of your wet cunt, the auditory stimulation driving him to grind his hips against the squeaking mattress. At this rate, his fingertips may leave bruises in the crease of your thighs. Never did you ever imagine Ominis Gaunt’s head between your legs, but now you really can’t imagine going the rest of your life without his mouth on you.

“Ominis, please,” you strain, reaching out to grasp his hair. The sharp tug has him growling against your skin, still relentless in his slow, thoughtful method. His tongue darts into your cunt at an excruciating tempo.

“I told you,” he hums, sinking teeth in your thigh as he gives you a momentary reprieve. “I’m going to take my time with you. And if that means I’m here, all night–then so be it.”

In your daze, you hardly notice the fact that he’s now slipped his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them as he kisses your clit again. With every stroke you feel the band tightening in your stomach, the overwhelming urge to snap coming any moment. You paw at his head, anything to express how close you are, but he relents with his pace. When his fingers curl inside of you, you slam your head back against the pillows again, a ragged cry tumbling off your lips as you come.

Ominis pulls away, your slick glistening his chin as he gives you a smug smile. Your heart is hammering in your chest at the sight of him, cheeks red and panting from giving you the most glorious head you’ve ever received to date.

“Did I do well?” He asks, almost a bit shy.

You try to get up, but your quivering legs fail you. “You’ve rendered me boneless,” you laugh, pressing a hand against your chest.

Ominis pulls himself up over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You can still taste yourself on his mouth, flooding your head with filthy ideas.

“Your turn,” You murmur, mustering the strength to pull yourself up. You push Ominis over, and he falls against the bed. Somehow, your bodies know just how to move around each other–there is no awkward fumbling. When you’ve known someone for years, spent half your school years cuddled up together in naps, you just know how to maneuver around one another.

Ominis sits against the headboard, the pillows propped behind his back. When he feels your hands touch the waistband of his boxers, he instinctively lifts his hips, letting you drag them down his legs. His aching length springs free, slapping against his stomach as you crawl towards his lap.

“How does this feel?” You ask, adjusting your legs to straddle him. You know he can feel how wet you are, dripping against his cock. While your hands rest against his shoulders, Ominis’s arms wrap against your waist, all but pulling you down to grind against him. Waiting for his answer, your eyes scan every inch of his face to commit each beauty mark to memory.

Ominis presses a quick kiss to your nose, eyelashes fluttering in the way you love. “You feel so warm.” He groans, his cock twitching against you. The feeling of him against you sparks a familiar ache between your legs. His jaw hardens when you slip your hand between your bodies, gripping him to guide his blunt head to your center.

“I love you,” Ominis chokes out as you sink onto his length. His hands fly from your waist, now roving all over your body. He’s consuming you, touching every single surface he can manage. You both gasp as you bottom out, his head tipping back against the headboard with a thud.

“So good for me,” Ominis garbles out in broken syllables. “You’re...you feel so...”

You surge forward, lips pressed against his. His kisses melt against your mouth as he tries to rock upwards into you.

“We could’ve been doing this for ages,” Ominis complains, his nimble fingers tangling in your hair.

“Instead we’ve been just friends,” you chuckle, rolling your hips. Your hands are gripping the headboard behind him, forehead pressed against his as you grind against each other.

“Idiots,” Ominis mutters, catching your lower lip with his teeth. “We’re idiots.”

You shift your feet underneath you, bouncing up and down on his length. Ominis’s breath hitches against your breasts, his hands shifting down to your waist. The feeling of his thumbs roving over your hip bones is enough to drive you harder, and you realize he’s admiring every single dimple, every curve. He could go faster, fuck up into you if he really wanted to, but Ominis stays true to his word. He’s taking his time to savor you, to commit your body to memory while he has you in his arms.

“Enjoying yourself?” You ask breathlessly, as Ominis’s hand trails up and down your spine for the umpteenth time.

He grins, baring his teeth as he surges forward, pushing you off and onto your back on the bed. You yelp as he slithers over you, hovering just inches from your face as he presses back into your warmth.

“Immensely,” Ominis whispers, kissing you as he starts rocking into you. Without thought, you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in as tightly as you can. When he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, you flatten your hands against his cheeks. You fit against each other like puzzle pieces; it’s silly to have been so worried, you realize. Slotted against each other, chasing one another to your mutual climax, you know only Ominis could’ve ever made sense.

“I love you,” you blurt as Ominis digs his face into your neck.

“I love you too,” Ominis mumbles into your neck. “I think I always have.”

“You have?” You squeak, thoughts punctuated by a moan as he snaps his hips at just the right angle.

“It’s you,” Ominis admits. “Of course I love you. I– oh shit –I’ve always had feelings for you,” he pants. “God, at least since we were sixteen.”

Ominis’s confessions, punctuated by an elusive curse word, melt your heart. You shift your hips upwards, meeting him with every thrust. The wet slapping of his skin against yours, the slamming of the headboard, coupled with Ominis’s babbling and your breathy moans echo off the walls. You hadn’t bothered with a silencing spell, not knowing that this is where the night would take you. It’s likely everyone in the house knows what’s going on between the two of you, and that almost turns you on more. After all these years, Ominis is yours, claimed by your loud coupling.

“I’ve dreamt of touching you here for years,” Ominis confesses between open mouth kisses. “Always thinking about how soft you must feel here,” his lips close around your nipple, tongue flicking against the surface. It draws a shriek out of you, which has him grinning. “Just as I thought.”

Just the confirmation that Ominis has thought about you naked in bed just like you have stokes the fire within you, threatening to burst. He feels too good inside of you; while you’d take the sweet torture of being edged all night just to keep him close, your body is teetering close to the edge.

“Come for me,” Ominis murmurs in your ear. “I want to feel you come undone.”

“I can’t,” you utter. “I don’t–I don’t want this to be over,” you choke out, clutching his shoulders.

The sex, this night, this season of your life, together. You’re not quite sure which one your sex addled brain is referring to.

Ominis snakes up a large hand, cradling your cheek with his palm. His thumb brushes over your swollen lips as little gasps escape your lips.

“We have tonight, all night.” Ominis whispers, each syllable met with a roll of his hips. “You don’t think it’ll be just once, do you?”

“Ominis,” you garble out, his thumb dipping into your warm mouth. You’re not sure if you’re scolding his vulgar language, or warning him of the impending release.

“Come with me,” Ominis pleads.

An urge to finish what you’ve started together, or perhaps a plea to join him across the sea. Either way, the three words have you coming, Ominis choking out a moan as his hips stutter against yours. He shudders as he comes inside of you, not stopping his thrusts until he’s trembling, falling at your side.

The two of you are silent for what feels like ages, just the ticking of his bedside clock and the soft hum of music from the party downstairs filling the background. As you stare at the ceiling, you feel his warm hand entangling his fingers with yours, and you’re both quiet for another few minutes as you collect your thoughts.

“I meant what I said,” Ominis breaks the silence.

“Which one?” you ask, tilting your head to look at him. He’s still flat on his back, his free hand resting on his chest as his head tilts towards the sound of your voice. His gorgeous blue eyes crease at the corners as he smiles.

“All of it,” Ominis muses. “That I love you, that I’ve always loved you. That I thought you didn’t love me, because you were encouraging me to go, to take the MACUSA job. But turns out, it’s just because you know me better than anyone. You know what I need to do.”

“I love you too,” you whisper.

Ominis turns to you, his hands tracing up and down your naked torso. “I never thought we’d get to do this,” he confesses. “And even if it took us until the last night of school, I’m glad we did.”

You press a fervent kiss to his lips, melting against him. You only pull away when he laughs, blond hair shaking as he falls back against the bed.

“We are actual idiots,” Ominis says sheepishly. “Our very first time should’ve been more romantic.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “There’s something incredibly romantic about a last chance confession.”

“I wish I’d told you sooner,” Ominis says, a pained expression painted on his face. “We could’ve had so much more time–”

You press a finger to his lips, silencing him. He quirks his brow, questioning your actions.

“We have the rest of tonight,” you remind him, rolling onto your stomach. You trace your hand against his cheek, your fingers dancing against his lips. He opens his mouth, indulgently sucking on your fingers as they dip inside. “Besides, I think I have to reciprocate the mind blowing head.” you joke, your now wet hand trailing back down to his length.

Ominis is hard again in seconds.

The music ended hours ago, and the house is calm. You wouldn’t know if anything was going on outside of Ominis’s door anyways; after your second round, Ominis had the good sense to cast a silencing charm on the room.

Ominis slips out of you after fucking you on your side, his slow thrusts driving you to the brink of insanity. Both of you are thoroughly spent; he knows that, reaching for his wand to summon a cloth. He's attentive and gentle as he cleans you, murmuring praise of how well you've taken him and how incredible you feel. Once the two of you are semi-decent, he gathers a fresh tee shirt for you to slip over your head. It’s well worn, letters stitched into the chest, and it smells like his cologne. You hold the collar to your nose; it’s very likely this shirt will be coming home with you.

Ominis tucks you into his arms as he pulls the duvet over your bodies, his warm breath tickling your ears as his breathing slows.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to walk across the graduation stage,” you joke, stifling a yawn.

“Will probably need Andrew to throw me across the stage at this point,” Ominis says. His voice sounds thick with sleep, and you know he yearns to shut his eyes. You’ve known him for so long, watched him nap in the hallways enough to recognize the tell-tale signs of Ominis Gaunt’s sleeping habits.

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” You whisper, hoping to catch him while he’s still awake. “You’re gonna go far, do amazing things. I’m so proud of you, and I love you.”

“I know,” Ominis lets out a sleepy sigh, heavy eyelids drooping. “I love you too.”

Before long, Ominis is softly snoring in your ear. Blinking your bleary eyes, you can see the dark sky turning lighter and lighter through the curtains. It’s graduation day; in a few hours, Ominis will walk across the stage and move on to the next phase of his life.

Merlin, you hope to be part of the next chapter.

You jolt awake when you hear the door knob to Ominis’s room jiggling. The blond is still fast asleep, a smile on his face as he dreams.

“Ominis, wake up,” you groan. “It’s morning.”

“It was morning when we fell asleep,” he swats away at you, digging his face into the pillows.

“Well, it’s graduation morning.” You warn him. “We have to get ready–I have to go home, I have to change and shower. You have to shower.”

“Shower here,” Ominis complains, tugging you back against his warm chest. “And you can shower with me.”

“I can’t go to your graduation wearing a bloody mini dress,” you scold him, rolling out of bed. You tug open his dresser, pulling out a well worn sweater and some sweatpants. “There’s someone at the door too.”

“It’s me,” a muffled voice yells. “Wakey wakey, lovebirds!”

Ominis flips back over in bed as you tug the sweater over your head, swinging the door open. You’d recognize the Scottish lilt anywhere–it’s Sebastian, grinning broadly with a garment bag in hand.

“What is that?” You gape.

Sebastian pushes his way into the room, hanging the black bag between Ominis’s graduation robes. “Had a feeling you wouldn’t be going home last night,” he winks, unzipping the bag. “So I asked Imelda to pull together some options for you. Picked them up this morning; there’s some bagels and coffee downstairs too.”

You’re embarrassed but thankful for your friends–Imelda has packed some tasteful day dresses, all appropriate for the event in mind.

Sebastian drops another bag onto the ground, sinking into the now up-right office chair. “She packed more appropriate heels. Oh, and a bra and underwear. Thought you might’ve lost yours.”

“Get out,” Ominis groans, tossing a pillow at Sebastian.

The freckled bastard lets out a laugh, his whole body shaking as he dodges Ominis’s throw. “Best get in the shower, Mr. President. Can’t have you walking across the stage to get your diploma with sex hair.” Sebastian waggles his eyebrows, and even though Ominis can’t see, he knows the expression on Sebastian’s face.

You hear your name from the doorframe, and both you and Sebastian turn to see who it is. Lucan and Garreth are standing with bagels, idly observing the scene before them.

“Amit owes me ten galleons,” Garreth says, his mouth still full of his poppy seed bagel. “He said you’d never admit how you feel to Ominis–”

“That’s not what I said!” You hear Amit’s voice from down the hallway. “Garreth, don’t twist my words.”

Lucan pushes his way into the room, holding his bagel between his teeth. “Can I get in to measure now?” he asks, pulling his wand from his pocket. “I do think I could fit a nice little bar in the corner here–”

“Everyone out!” Ominis roars, standing up in just his boxer shorts. “Everyone who isn’t my girlfriend can fuck off.”

Instead of scattering, everyone freezes in place.

“Girlfriend?” You squeak out.

Ominis’s furrowed brow softens, his cheeks heating up as he scratches the back of his neck.

“I assumed,” he said sheepishly. “When we said we loved each other.”

“Alright, nothing to see here folks. Everyone go back to your knitting.” Sebastian says hastily, pulling Lucan into a headlock to drag him out of the room. He pushes Garreth in the chest, and you hear several pairs of feet scrambling in the hallway–no doubt Amit, Andrew, and the others have congregated outside of Ominis’s door to eavesdrop.

Sebastian shoots you both a knowing look as he shuts the door behind him, leaving you alone with Ominis once more.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” Ominis croaks. “I understand. I’m leaving in a few days, it makes sense.”

You tiptoe over to him, placing a hand on his chest. You can feel his heart hammering beneath you, one of his hands resting atop yours to keep it in place.

“What would being your girlfriend entail?” You ask slowly, nails dragging across his skin.

Ominis offers you a small smile. “Nothing has to change, not really. Just that I get to tell you that I love you out loud.”

“And perhaps there will be space for me in New York.” You say slowly, chewing on your lower lip.

Ominis’s face lights up, tugging you in with a firm arm around your waist. “There will most definitely be space for you in New York,” he announces. “It’s only fitting that I make room for you, considering you’re the person who convinced me to go.”

“Your girlfriend,” you enunciate.

“My girlfriend,” Ominis repeats back to you. It isn’t long before he’s kissing you, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth. You have to pull yourself back, eyeing the clock on Ominis’s desk.

“We have to shower,” you remind him, hands pressed against his chest. “Otherwise, I’ll be late to my boyfriend’s graduation ceremony.”

Ominis grins, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek. He maneuvers over to his dresser, pulling out two clean towels. Wand in hand, he slings the towels over his shoulder, his other hand outstretched to grab yours.

You fold your palm into his, following him out the door without a word.

The last week almost seems like a blur to you.

That Sunday, you watched Ominis graduate university with honors, several stoles draped across his shoulders. One from the honors college, another for his outstanding leadership. The third looks a bit hodge-podge, but it’s the most important to him–a stole crafted by Sebastian and the others, crudely decorated in a way only twenty-something boys would do.

The satin stole with the Gaunt family motto is promptly burned in the celebratory bonfire Lucan sets that night, all of you sitting around the fire pit with beers in hand.

Every day since then has been bliss. You’ve only gone home once, packing a bag with a week’s worth of clothes while Imelda gives you smug looks. You’ve effectively moved into Ominis’s bedroom for one last week together. It’s for practical reasons, you tell the others. By day, you’re helping Ominis pack his belongings and bring whatever items he needs to donate to the university charity shop. You even help him pack a cardboard box with any Gaunt family memorabilia, slapping a label to ship the useless trinkets back to Marvolo. Ominis doesn’t need to rely on his family name anymore, at least not where he’s going.

The others come and go, but soon the new graduates start to move. Amit and Andrew are the first to leave, off to start their ministry jobs. Garreth follows shortly after, moving to a cottage in Cornwall to start his bulk potions business. Come Friday, it’s just you, Ominis, and Sebastian left as the rest of the underclassmen have left for their summer holidays.

You enjoy one last night cooking dinner with your two best boys, tears pricking the corners of your eyes if you think too hard about how this might be the last time the three of you are in a room together for a while. After dessert, Sebastian leaves the house to visit friends; more likely, he’s giving the two of you the house alone for your final night together.

You’d expect last night together to be frenetic, but Ominis’s love making remains slow and deliberate. Ominis meant it when he said he wanted to remember every bit of you, his hands exploring your body as he makes you come several times in the night. You cry out the last time, exhausted but pawing at him for more.

More, more, more. More time, most of all.

Both of you cry a little, murmuring promises to each other before falling asleep.

When you wake, the air is melancholy. The two of you move in silence, Ominis showering and packing the remnants of his suitcase. You put your dirty clothes from the week in your bag as well, and the two of you say goodbye to his little bedroom for the last time. Ominis swallows thickly as you both get into the car, Sebastian choosing the passenger seat so the two of you can sit together in the back.

The airport isn’t too busy, which affords you time for a long farewell. Ominis’s wand is safely concealed in a cane, and Sebastian slips a pair of sunglasses over his eyes so he fits in better with the muggles.

“You have a new phone now,” Sebastian reminds him. “So don’t give me any excuses for not calling or texting.”

“I will,” Ominis promises. “Thank you, Sebastian. I–” his voice cracks, and his eyes flutter as he swallows. “I’m glad I met you when I was eleven.” It's a simple sentence, but the words impart just how much Ominis loves Sebastian.

Sebastian whimpers, pulling his best friend, his brother into a hug. You have to turn away, dabbing at your eyes as the two men say farewell after living together for over a decade.

“Alright, sod off,” Sebastian blurts, wiping at his nose. “Your turn to say goodbye, I can’t do this anymore.”

Ominis lets out a watery laugh as Sebastian meanders away, giving the two of you some time alone. You don’t want to waste any of the precious seconds you have left with Ominis waffling, so you tug him into a tight embrace, your arms locking around his neck.

“I love you,” Ominis says against your hair. “I love you.”

You’re kissing him all over his face, leaving tears in your wake. “I love you too,” you murmur. “Remember what I told you.”

“If you want to go far, you’ve got to go far.” Ominis mutters. “I’m doing this for me–for us.”

“Better save a drawer for me,” you whisper.

“The very best one,” Ominis whispers back. “It’ll be there for you, next year.”

Sebastian nearly has to pry the two of you apart, reminding Ominis that his plane leaves within the hour and he still needs to get through security. The steps the blond takes towards the line are rigid, his subconscious fighting the physical act of leaving. But deep down, all of you know it–Ominis is going to do great things, and he’s going to do it without his family breathing down his neck, trying to force him to conform to their ways.

You feel a hand grabbing yours; it’s Sebastian, squeezing you tight as you both watch Ominis move through the line. Minutes later, he’s waving goodbye, disappearing into the departures terminal.

You and Sebastian stay until Ominis’s blond head is no longer visible over the crowd.

Finishing your dissertation is eating up all your free time, but you reserve an hour at the end of the day to talk to Ominis over his brand new phone. The time difference is a bit jarring; sometimes you find yourself staying up well into the twilight hours to listen to Ominis ramble on about his job and the work they’ve done to protect international magical affairs. He asks you how his brothers are doing, if Lucan has stirred any trouble yet. You tell him all about how they still invite you to parties every weekend, and Lucan decided against building the wet bar in his room. You talk about Sebastian’s rotations at St. Mungo’s and how the two of you still try to have dinner at least once a week despite your busy schedules.

You tell him to save his money, but Ominis isn’t one to skimp out on gifts. He still sends owl post, care packages from his tiny apartment in New York. After you tell him his fraternity letters are starting to wear thin, he sends you a New York t-shirt that smells like cool musk. You start wearing it to bed every night; once the smell wears off, Ominis sends a bottle of his cologne as well.

Phone sex isn’t half bad either, you decide. You come every time Ominis tells you to, gasping when you hear him touch himself on the other end of the line.

One day, Ominis sends you an e-mail about job requisitions at the MACUSA headquarters. They have their own department of mysteries, Ominis explains. If you’re interested at all.

You apply and wait to hear back. I hope it’s not a conflict of interest that my boyfriend is the newest hot shot solicitor in the office of international affairs.

It isn’t, it turns out. You’re offered a job interview over the winter holidays if you can make it to New York City in time. Ominis sends you the ticket in your email, assuring you that he’ll pick you up from the airport. He does exactly as he’s promised, and you laugh at how much he’s bundled himself up against the New York City snow. When you leave the airport you laugh a little less, snow already getting into your shoes. Ominis is a gentleman through and through, and carries you from the car up the stairs to his apartment lobby.

You think your interview at MACUSA has gone well, and you start enjoying all the walking you have to do to get around the city. Ominis takes you to all his favorite restaurants, and he shows you the drawer he’s been saving for you. His apartment feels like home, even if you have to squeeze past the dining table to get to the bed. The two of you Facetime Sebastian from bed, the brunette recounting his shifts at St. Mungo’s in great detail.

“Say, do you have a hospital in the city?” Sebastian asks. “If she’s going, I want to come too. We’re a package deal.”

Ominis rolls his eyes. “Of course there’s a hospital here, Sebastian. It’s not a primitive land. It’s New York, for Merlin's sake.”

You laugh, trying not to shake the phone as you try to keep Ominis in frame.

The week passes by too fast. Ominis brings you back to the airport, and this goodbye is even harder than the one after graduation. You find it nearly impossible to take your hands off him, his lips pressing kisses to your face.

“It’s just a little while longer,” Ominis reminds you.

“We don’t even know if I’ll get it,” you shrug.

“You’re going to get it,” Ominis assures you. It feels like deja vu, as if you’ve had this conversation before.

About a week into the second term, you receive your job offer from MACUSA.

May arrives quicker than you thought it would. You get a few less calls with Ominis during your finals week, and he promises to make it up to you somehow. Even though you have a job offer, it’s contingent on you passing your final exams. Ominis quizzes you through the phone while Sebastian brings you dinner between his shifts. It’s a group effort to get you across the finish line.

You pass, and you finally get to breathe a sigh of relief. The week of your graduation is filled with parties and celebrations, Lucan inviting you to come back to the house. It doesn’t feel as right without Sebastian or Ominis inside, so you don’t stay long. Sebastian promises he'll try to be at your graduation, trading shifts with other healers. On the other hand, Ominis is stuck in the middle of an important case. You tell him not to worry, and that you'll see him in a week when you move.

Come graduation day, you’re standing in front of the theater, your diploma in hand. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you pull it out to read your texts. You have one missed message from Sebastian.

Sorry I missed your ceremony. Got called in to cover someone’s shift this morning. I promise I’ll be at your dinner later tonight. Oh, and I hope you enjoy your grad present xx

You furrow your brow, typing back a response. You don’t remember anything about a present–

“Congratulations, darling.”

You look up, nearly dropping your phone in the process. A tall lithe blond clad in a three piece suit, a MACUSA pin on the lapel.

Ominis smiles at you, a bouquet of sunflowers in hand.

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