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animasola86 · 4 months

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Throw me into the Tempest: Ch.2

Notes: This is still dedicated to @sallowslady 💛

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (Hufflepuff)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff // Words: 6.2k // [Read on AO3]

Synopsis: Your best friend is a sweetheart and you would do anything to protect her. Yet when you get to know her boyfriend, there is little you can do against those feelings he invokes in you.

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You hadn't planned to fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend – and you certainly hadn't planned on ending up in a cabin on the beach with him during a roaring thunderstorm. But here you were.

After that first unexpected, yet highly desired kiss, you had made your way to the cabin, both of you soaked and cold and shivering as the heavy rain showed no mercy, the raging winds dragged at your clothes and hair, and thunder and lightning guided your way to the tiny stone house right next to the cliff. You had your arm around Sebastian's waist and he held you close to his body, his warmth the only thing keeping you sane during the raging tempest. Though it wasn't just the weather that kept you on your toes.

There was turmoil within your mind, guilt and regret fought in a fierce battle against your own needs and wishes, and there was no way to tell who had the upper hand. It was a constant conflict and it only halted once you reached the cabin, stepped inside, and when Sebastian closed the door behind you, shutting out the storm, your own mind went silent as well as you met his dark gaze.

You'd shared those gazes before over the last weeks, whenever you would find yourself on either side of your best friend Adelaide, yet you never knew he would be as conflicted as you were about the situation. But that kiss just now had spoken volumes. And the way he now looked at you made your legs tremble even more as you stood, cold and shivering, in the tiny cabin, surrounded by the green glow of one of Ignatia Wildsmith's Floo flames.

You were both out of breath, both deep in thought over whatever was happening between you. It was when the stone face would suddenly speak that you came back to reality for a little bit.

“Quite the weather we're having, isn't it?” the enchanted bust quipped happily and you both stared at Ignatia Wildsmith with wide eyes.

While your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt that the guilt and shock of potentially being discovered was winning your internal battle for the moment, it was Sebastian who walked towards the Floo flame, raised his wand and muttered: “Silencio.” You saw the stone face's mouth move and her eyes widen, but no more words came from her. He then unclasped his drenched robes and hung them right over the bust, possibly to dry them out, but equally keeping the nosy witch from interrupting you again – and witnessing what would possibly be happening next.

When he turned back to you, he started unbuttoning his soaked green blazer. “You should get out of those clothes or you'll really catch a cold,” he told you casually, even though you heard the undertone of his low voice. The implications.

Yet you had no idea what to do. You were frozen to the spot, your mind racing, your heart beating even faster, and all you could do was watch him undress in front of you. Before he got rid of his shirt though, he walked towards you, and without any warning he grabbed your face once more and pressed his lips to yours. You were too shocked to react properly, too shocked or stunned or rendered unable to do anything under the intensity of his kiss.

So you stopped fighting against it. Because who were you kidding? You had imagined this since the day you had first met him and even though it had turned out that he was the boyfriend of your best friend, you had never been able to shut out those thoughts entirely. In the haze of your mind you also told yourself that it had been him who had made the first step. He had kissed you first. It wasn't your fault. It was a lame excuse, yet frankly, you couldn't care less in this very moment.

And so you raised your hands and grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss, finally indulging in those fantasies that had kept you awake at night for quite a while now. You felt his hands on the front of your robes, and while your tongue moved against his, your robes were slipping off your shoulders before his fingers fidgeted with your tie and then the buttons of your blazer.

You ended up stumbling through the tiny cabin, leaving a trail of drenched clothes as he rid you of your blazer, vest and tie, before you came to sit on the rather uncomfortable camp bed in the corner, him with his shirt wide open and yours half-way undone, his hands all over your back, cold clammy fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver deeply, while your hands dug into his wet locks as you kept kissing each other as if nothing else mattered.

There really was nothing holding you back any more when you clambered onto his lap, straddling him with your skirt riding up dangerously, while you kept your mouth glued to his, the heat of the moment too overwhelming to notice anything else. Your head was blissfully empty as his hands moved down your lower back and along the curves of your rear until they practically vanished beneath the thick fabric, pushing your skirt up even more as he caressed your thighs through the thin layer of your undergarments.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, brushing against his with every frantic breath as your fingers scraped over his scalp. You felt light-headed and barely registered the surrounding noises of the storm any more, you didn't even flinch when thunder cracked in the distance, all you felt were his lips on yours, his tongue invading your mouth, his warm breath doing its best to keep the cold at bay.

Sebastian, however, seemed still more attentive than you, because suddenly he let go of your thighs, grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, before he harshly pulled his lips away from you and stood up, his fingers darting to the front of his unbuttoned shirt.

Only then did you notice the cold air drafting into the cabin and the door that had been ripped wide open. In the doorway stood a tall, dark man, and when you realized it was Solomon Sallow, you froze and felt the coldest shiver yet running down your spine. You stood as well and gathered your clothes, pressing them frantically to your chest, while you tried to calm your heart.

The man didn't say a single word, just threw his dark gazes around, and while you were busy putting on your drenched clothes and trying to pretend that absolutely nothing had happened, you heard a cry of relief before you saw a tiny girl entering the cabin, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she made her way towards Sebastian, who had indeed managed to button his shirt and caught Adelaide with wide eyes as she threw herself at him.

“I was so worried,” she wailed and pushed her face into his chest, while he hugged her back hesitantly, his gaze slowly moving towards you. You swallowed hard and looked away, continuing to get dressed again. You could blame the storm for the sorry state of your hair and your flushed face, and the cold for the shaking of your limbs, but your swollen lips and breathlessness would be harder to explain. Luckily your best friend didn't pay you any attention as she lay in the arms of her boyfriend.

“You should head back to Hogwarts now,” you heard the gruff voice of Solomon as he grabbed Sebastian's robes off the face of the Floo lady with two fingers. Luckily he didn't notice her moving, but silenced lips, or simply didn't care much about it.

You realized then that he certainly knew what had been going on, yet you were glad he was too stoic to talk about it. Which didn't make it any better though. You felt awful, the knot inside your stomach clenched painfully, even more so when you looked over to where Sebastian was still holding sobbing Adelaide, who must have been worried out of her mind when you hadn't returned with him to the cottage.

She was too innocent for her own good and too oblivious to notice the gaze you exchanged with the Slytherin boy. As you felt your own tears rising behind your lashes, you looked away and turned towards the Floo flame. “I'll see you at school,” you told them as you grabbed the Floo powder. You didn't wait for any reaction or reply, you just threw the powder into the flame, stated your destination and then stepped into the green flames engulfing you.

The travel was as gut-wrenching as your guilt, and as you returned to your common room that night, you made a beeline for the bathroom, soaked in the tub for longer than was necessary and tried but failed to forget about those truly unforgettable lips. When you went to your dorm room afterwards, Lenora and Poppy were already asleep, and when you spotted Adelaide getting ready for bed, you couldn't even face her when you slipped into your pyjamas and then under the covers, faking a sneeze to make it more believable that you were unable to talk to her that night.

The next day you still couldn't look into her round face, even though you tried your best to play along, blaming your puffy eyes and sore throat on the weather you had found yourself in yesterday, when in reality you had spent most of the night crying your eyes out, trying to cope with what had happened and what you had done. It got even worse when you walked to class with her and suddenly saw Sebastian in front of you. You felt your heart breaking all over again when she would hug him and laugh with him and he would behave as if absolutely nothing had happened.

He didn't even acknowledge your presence most of the time. You felt the cold stab of jealousy all day long, having to witness those two together in class and out of it. Not that it would have mattered to either of them, but you excused yourself when they were heading to the library and decided to wallow in your sorrow on your own time, or rather under the blanket of your bed. Which you did for a while, before you finally managed to push through and focus on school work. Or so you hoped.

And because fate was a cruel mistress, as soon as you reached Central Hall, you saw the blonde Hufflepuff and the Slytherin boy leaving the library, sharing a goodbye kiss and then departing into opposite directions. You hid behind a statue and let Adelaide pass you by unnoticed, before you'd had it and went straight after Sebastian. You caught up with him on his way to his common room.

“Sebastian!” you called to him and you saw him stiffen before he turned around and faced you. “Can we talk?”

He motioned you to follow him down a smaller corridor and once you did and you came to stand in front of him, you felt your heart beating faster and the knot in your stomach tightening. He just raised his eyebrows questioningly, letting you lead the talk you so desperately needed to conduct.

You inhaled deeply. “What we did –” you started and looked up at him, feeling new tears burning inside your eyes. “What we almost did –”

“Yes, almost,” he chimed in and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Nothing happened. No harm done.”

“No harm done?” you repeated shrilly, glaring at him, feeling your insides convulse in a mixture of rage and disappointment. “We kissed!” you whisper-yelled. “And you felt me up...”

“So?” he asked, his voice a tad too neutral for your liking.

“So? You have a girlfriend!” you hissed, your voice shaking badly. “Who happens to be my best friend! And... and you're my friend too... and now we –”

“Stop!” he said firmly and dropped his arms, looking at you darkly. “Nothing happened,” he repeated. “Stop stressing about it. Let's just... forget about it, okay?”

Your mouth fell open at that, while your heart shattered into a million pieces. You didn't know what you had expected of this talk, but certainly not this. Feeling your lips trembling, in the bad way, you swallowed hard and when the first tear rolled down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away, averting your gaze. “I don't know if I can...” you whispered, staring at the ground.

“You'll have to,” he said coldly, only making it worse. “We'll have to. You were right, I have a girlfriend and she doesn't deserve this. It was... a mistake.”

You heard his words and they cut through your already shattered heart without mercy, immediately numbing you. Without blinking, without looking at him one more time, you turned around and walked away, slowly, as if in a trance, your breaths forcibly deep, as you clenched your hands into fists and an icy shiver rushed through your limbs.

Forcing yourself not to think about it any more, you somehow made it back to the Hufflepuff common room, your body shaking from the emotions trying to burst free. Yet as soon as you saw your bed and the blanket you wanted to hide under, you realized that you couldn't do that. If you allowed yourself to wallow in your pain, it would only make it so much worse.

So you turned around yet again and went straight to the Clock Tower. It was dark and no member of Crossed Wands was to be seen, so you had all the training dummies to yourself. The pendulum moved lazily back and forth, making the air vibrate eerily in its wake, as you pelted the enchanted dummies with all the spells you knew, slow at first, then more and more enraged, until you were screaming your spells and the force of your unhinged magic would shatter everything around you.

You had no idea for how long you did this, but when all the dummies were lying shattered on the floor in front of you, smashed and dismembered and broken into tiny pieces, you fell to your knees, breathless and exhausted, sweat on your forehead. Your wand hand was shaking badly, and when the first tears came streaming down your face, you just let them flow until they dropped off your chin and onto the stone floor beneath you.

Crying quietly at first, you soon let your rage and sorrow get the better of you and wallowed loudly, your voice echoing off the high walls, sounding like the wails of a banshee. As you let it all out, you found yourself breathing heavily, feeling numb and completely spent, but strangely enough also a little bit relieved. Leaning back on your arms, you looked up at the darkness of the Clock Tower above you and inhaled deeply, calming down with every beating of your slowly recovering heart.

It wasn't fully recovering, but the shattered pieces tentatively moved closer together again as you realized how silly and pathetic it was to cry over a boy like this. It had been a nice kiss, a nice moment being so close to him, but that was about it. It was not worth all those tears you had shed and the anger and the guilt you were feeling. You had to move on, somehow, resume your friendship with Adelaide and ignore the boy at her side. You just had to. There was no other way.

And so you forced yourself onwards, back to your common room, into your bed, hoping to start the next day as if nothing had happened. Luckily you had enough school work and extra assignments to keep you busy and talking with Adelaide became easier and easier as the day went on. You did your best to avoid any contact with Sebastian whatsoever and forced yourself to simply ignore him now. It was better that way.

Yet as oblivious and innocent as the blonde Hufflepuff was, she quickly picked up on the fact that her boyfriend and her best friend weren't talking any more. It was rather conspicuous now that you thought about it. At first you tried to convince her that she was seeing things, telling her you were just too busy with school work and those extra assignments, and luckily you were indeed also quite involved with helping Professor Fig unravel the ancient magic mystery, so whenever she would invite you to spend time with her and Sebastian, you excused yourself quickly.

Another week or two passed and you maintained your friendship with Adelaide, merely thanks to your seating and sleeping arrangement, the only times you had her all to yourself, away from the doe-eyed boy that you told yourself to ignore during the day, yet come night you would still often think and dream about him. Because you just couldn't help it after all.

You simply couldn't forget the way he had kissed you in that storm, all those raw emotions, the longing and hunger and desperation, the need and the comfort, and the more you thought about it, the less painful his words afterwards became because you deliberately chose to push them far away as if he'd never even said them.

Somehow you were able to look at him again, at least in those moments you thought you were alone and no one, not even him, would notice your stares. Whenever you would sit with Adelaide and he would join you, you'd give him a short nod and tried to be civil, yet as you still couldn't quite control your emotions or the blush of your cheeks, you avoided making eye contact when your best friend was around.

Halloween came, and after the splendid feast, the fifth-years decided to continue the festivities in your common room, because you had the most food around and also because most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead in the hallways after curfew.

So you found yourself surrounded by a bunch of Gryffindors: Natty, Leander and Garreth, the latter had even brought some of his brews to the party most were a little reluctant to try. Then there were a bunch of Ravenclaws, Everett, Andrew, Samantha and even Amit, who was more focused on the cats of the common room than socialising though. And amongst all your classmates, only one Slytherin was present, because apparently the snakes had their own party in the dungeons and most of them seemed to prefer their own house's company.

Most, except one brunet who sat next to Adelaide, trying to focus on the ghost story Arthur was telling, while his brown eyes wandered over to where you were sitting on more than one occasion. You tried to ignore Sebastian as best as you could, forcing conversations with Natty or Samantha, but you still felt your cheeks blush deeply under the permanent stares from across the room.

When it got late, most of your classmates were invited to stay in the dormitories for the night, because as much as most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead outside during curfew, they didn't want their friends to get into trouble for them either, so all the fifth-years found a place amongst the couches or lying on the floor next to their classmates' beds.

Adelaide had fallen asleep on a couch near the fireplace, with you sitting in front of it, staring into the flames, while her boyfriend sat next to her sleeping form, holding her feet.

“We should take her to bed,” you heard him say quietly, the first words you exchanged that night. You didn't look at him, but nodded, knowing that the couch might look cosy, but was nothing compared to one's own bed.

You stood and stretched, a deep sigh escaping you, and when you turned to the couch, you noticed Sebastian staring at you, his jaw set, but his eyes blazing. You blinked and quickly focused on your sleeping best friend. Before you could do anything, he had scooped her up into his arms and was about to walk towards the stairs leading to your dormitory, before he stopped and turned his head to you.

“I won't be able to get up there, right?” he remarked.

“Of course not,” you replied and stood next to him, unable to not look at his profile – or the way his muscles moved under the sleeves of his jumper. “Let me take her.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

You scoffed, drawing your wand. “I am sure,” you declared and used the Levitation charm to gently lift her from his arms. “I'm a witch, remember? Stop underestimating me!” You didn't know why you said that, but it slipped out nonetheless.

“I never did,” he replied, watching you closely.

You threw him a heated gaze, feeling all the emotions bubble up all over again, but before it could get any worse, you turned to the stairs. “I'll take it from here. Good night, Sebastian.”

He didn't say anything when you started climbing the stairs, levitating your best friend in front of you. Your breath quickened, not from the exertion, but from how he failed to respond, how he just stood there at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. You tried to ignore the aching of your heart and quickly made your way to your room.

Inside you found a few more snoring girls than usual. After you brought Adelaide to her bed, you noticed that yours was taken by Natty and Samantha was lying in a pile of blankets next to Lenora's bed, all of the girls were sound asleep. Sighing quietly, you opted to find a couch downstairs.

When you returned to the common room, you stopped in your tracks as you saw the figure pacing in front of the exit. There was no one else around, the boys seemed to have retreated to their dormitory as well. For a moment you didn't know what to do. It was just you and Sebastian now, alone for the first time since he broke your heart.

Feeling it thundering away in your chest now, slightly fixed, but still damaged, you inhaled deeply and decided to ignore him further as you headed straight for the secret room next to the fireplace where you knew a very comfy armchair was waiting to be slept in. But as soon as you entered the small space, ready to burrow yourself in for the night, a hand grabbed the hidden door and suddenly another body pressed in behind you.

You spun around with a gasp and looked up at Sebastian, who slowly pulled the door shut behind him. “What are you doing?” you breathed, feeling his body heat radiating off him as he stood very close to you.

“Fixing a mistake,” he said quietly, his low voice vibrating through your body.

You frowned at the word and felt your insides clenching up. “Which one?” you asked pointedly, trying to hold his gaze, with all the heat rushing into your cheeks.

He gave you a half-hearted smirk. “Good question, the list is rather long, eh?”

Scoffing at him, you turned away and towards the armchair behind you. Yet you didn't sit down. The room felt cramped now and you could barely breathe through the scent of baked goods and sweets lingering in the air.

“Listen, I know you're hurting... and I'm sorry...” you heard him say behind you as you focused on a plate of cupcakes, mindlessly poking at the colourful icing. You stopped with your index finger deep inside the soft cream coating.

“I'm not hurting!” you protested without looking at him.

“Come on, I've seen the state of the Crossed Wands dummies, I know that was you. Lucan was devastated by the way...”

“Well, I hate being called a mistake...” you muttered under your breath. “I had to let it out...”

“You are not a mistake,” he whispered and you felt him walking closer. “What we did was.”

You spun around then, staring at him, cream dripping from your finger as you pointed it at his chest. “So you still think so? Then why are you here?” you spat at him, unable to keep your voice down.

“How we handled it was a mistake, how... I handled it,” he clarified quietly, looking down at you with warm eyes. “I don't regret the kiss...” he added under his breath as he looked at your finger for a moment.

You glared at him, your expression slowly softening. “But you said it was wrong...”

“You said we shouldn't be doing this to Addy,” he corrected. “And I agreed because I thought you meant it.” He tilted his head. “But you never meant it, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning up even more, your breaths slightly more shallow as your heart was flooded with all those emotions. The urge to touch him was as strong as the urge to flee. You were conflicted all over again.

He watched you patiently, his eyes wandering over your face. “Well, do you?” he asked after a long moment of heated silence.

Inhaling deeply, you squared your shoulders, dropping your hand to your side. “What about you?” you threw his question back at him. “Since you only seemed to have agreed with me for my sake, what do you really think? Are you okay with doing this to Addy?”

“Doing what exactly?” he teased in a whisper and took a step closer to you, towering over you, his hand brushing against yours as he moved his fingers over your sticky fingertip. You felt your heart beating even faster.

“Repeating a mistake...” you whispered.

“I'm okay with it,” he then said and raised his free hand to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. “Are you?”

You swallowed hard. The anger and remorse and doubts and turmoil that had settled in your gut over the last weeks seemed to slowly fade away, no, not slowly, it was all gone the moment he leaned closer to you, the moment his eyes bored into yours, the moment his hand cupped your cheek and pulled you towards him.

“I...” you started, your lips parted and trembling, your mind suddenly fuzzy. The thick air of the room got to you, or maybe it was his hot breath on your lips that made your head spin. “Sebastian... we...”

“Yes, we,” he repeated, his nose nuzzling against yours as he leaned even closer. “There is something between us, I know you feel it too. I was trying to ignore it, for Adelaide's sake, but...” You watched him, holding your breath as you listened intently. “You know, I like her, I really do, she helped me a lot over the last months, she was there, she listened, but when I met you... there was a different kind of connection.”

You felt a shiver running down your spine as he raised his other hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear before both of his hands held your face, his own so close you could count every single freckle on it. But you only stared into his brown eyes, lost in their warmth, with his words sinking deep into your soul.

“Every time I see you, I want to hold you, touch you, feel you close,” he whispered, his low voice sending goosebumps down your skin. “I want to taste you again... I want to forget everything with you...”

A soft gasp escaped your throat as you took a shuddering breath. You saw the corner of his mouth twitching upwards slightly. His confession left you speechless, you had no idea what to think, how to handle this, how to move on. You wanted all of it too, but the image of your best friend was still etched in the back of your mind.

“Tell me you want it too,” he said quietly as he tilted his head slightly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at him. “Tell me you won't push me away again,” you whispered hoarsely.

“I never pushed you away,” he replied. “And I never will. I'm all in,” he added and you could feel the warmth of his tongue as he licked his lips. “I am all in, if you are as well.”

For a short moment, you closed your eyes and thought about it, but whatever your mind came up with was silenced and suppressed by the desire clawing at your heart. As your eyes fluttered open again, a jerk rushed through your body and in the same motion, your lips moved against his, finally connecting.

When your hands found the front of his jumper, he had already replied the sudden gesture and pressed his mouth to yours with a loud exhale, his hands guiding your face with a tight grip as he kissed you back with fervour.

“I... I'm in...” you breathed against his lips as you leaned back slightly to catch your breath. His eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room before you felt him smiling against you.

Soon you had forgotten all your previous hardships, all your doubts. Any guilt or other conflicting emotion was pushed aside quickly, to be burrowed under the ever-growing need to be close to Sebastian.

You found yourself stumbling through the small room, knocking over piles of books and almost causing a giant stack of plates to crash. Hands and limbs entangled, you managed to make it to the armchair, your lips still glued to his, your fingers digging into his jumper as his dug into your hair. The air around you got even stuffier as your heavy breaths mingled.

When he let himself fall into the chair and quickly pulled you onto his lap, giving you the tiniest moment to catch your breath, his dark eyes met yours, but there was no more doubt between you, no feelings keeping you away from each other. Leaning against him, you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his and continued where you left off.

For the longest time all you did was kiss him, like you had imagined so many sleepless nights before, shifting on his thighs, feeling his body heat through your woollen tights, his hands eager to explore your body in search of any inch of skin beneath your various layers of clothes. When his fingers eventually slipped past the hem of your jumper and right down the waistband of your skirt, you let out a soft gasp and leaned away slightly to look at him, your lips swollen and tingling, your breaths as heavy as his.

His long fingers teased at your soft skin, resting on your lower back, dangerously close to the groove between your bum cheeks. You had no idea how he had managed to slip his hand past all those layers of fabric, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours caused you to shiver deeply, and frankly it concerned you a little.

“Should I stop?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse and lower than usual, the sound vibrating in your ear deliciously.

You shook your head. “No, just...” you started, biting your trembling lip. “Promise me you won't tell me this was a mistake tomorrow.”

He watched you closely, red spots dancing on his freckled cheeks. “I promise,” he said. “If you promise me the same. No doubts, okay? We're in this together now...”

“Are we?”

Sebastian tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “I believe we are, you said so!” he replied, sounding almost a little hurt.

You gave him a soft chuckle, your finger tracing the line of his jaw. “I said so and I mean it, I do! I promise!” you clarified and leaned closer to press a soft kiss to his warm cheek. “I've wanted this for so long... long before I knew you were Addy's –”

“Don't say it!” he warned, his free hand moving up to cover your mouth. “I'll talk to her. I'll end it. I –”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down. “No! Don't tell her!”

He stared at you. “You'd rather go behind her back? Keep this all a secret?”

“I don't want to hurt her,” you whispered, lowering your gaze as you shifted on his lap. “I... I know what a broken heart feels like. I don't want her to feel the same...”

His hand grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “And doing this behind her back is better? She'll get hurt either way! We should tell her sooner than later, otherwise it'll only get worse,” he said darkly, his brown eyes boring into yours.

“I don't want to lose her...” you muttered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He gave you a sigh and a sympathetic look. “I'm afraid that is no longer up to you...” he whispered. “Perhaps, if you're honest with her, she'll remain your friend, but –”

Your turn to sigh deeply. “I really can't have both? I mean, I'm sharing a dorm with her! I need to get along with her –”

“So be honest with her!”

“Have you met girls before in your life, Sebastian? I grew up with three female cousins and we got along great, we would have died for each other, but as soon as two of them started to like the same boy, they had turned into furies and couldn't decide soon enough who to throw off a cliff first! Girls can be ravenous creatures when boys get involved, believe me. They'd throw me out of the dorm room immediately! And I can't sleep in this chair for the rest of my education!”

He raised an eyebrow as he listened to you. “That's quite the pickle you found yourself in, huh?” he commented. “You want to go back on our agreement then?” he offered with a frown, slowly retrieving his hand from under your skirt.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “No. I want this,” you said firmly. “But... I need time to think about what to tell Adelaide. Please.”

“So you expect me to keep up the facade of being her boyfriend? You'd be okay with that?” He watched you closely.

You inhaled deeply and nodded. “I have to be, and I will be, because I know that I... can do the same things with you, maybe even more,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I mean, from what I've seen, your relationship was rather tame, wasn't it?”

He snorted. “Addy is a very sheltered girl, yes,” he replied with a smirk. “You not so much, eh?”

You poked his chest playfully. “Perhaps that is why you like me?” you teased, before leaning back, your eyes a little wider. “You do like me, right?”

Sebastian barked a laugh that was almost a little too loud for the quiet room. “I have my hand on your bum, I think I do, yes,” he whispered and winked at you, his fingers slipping down the curve of your body once more.

You blushed deeply and shook your head in a mixture of indignation and embarrassment, but also slightly amused. “So you won't tell her until I'm ready to tell her then?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“I'm a Slytherin, I'm good at keeping secrets,” he told you with a smile.

“Well, I'm a Hufflepuff and I suck at being a loyal friend, so there's that,” you sighed. You felt his free hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“You have other redeeming qualities, love,” he said quietly. You scoffed at that and looked away, your eyes wandering through the small room.

With a sudden chuckle you leaned away from him a little to grab one of the cupcakes off a nearby table. “You're right, I love food, that counts for something, right?” you said with a smirk and brought the pastry to your lips, your eyes on him as you let your tongue swipe over the icing.

He watched you with his eyes darkening immediately, and before you knew it, he leaned in and took a big bite of the small cake, his mouth covered in cream and crumbs. But as you laughed at him, he quickly grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his, sharing his stolen bite with you. You gasped and giggled, showering his face with frantic pecks until the last crumb was gone, before you deepened the kiss, tasting the rest of the sweet in his mouth.

You breathed loudly against each other, quickly lost in the sensation of the other's lips once more, and when the half-eaten cupcake fell from your hand, you couldn't care less. Maybe you didn't love food as much as you thought, maybe you liked kissing boys more, especially the forbidden kind.

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End notes: Two snogging scenes in one chapter because the last one was just a teaser. I believe we are past the awkward introduction phase and now the smut can commence, I hope.

So I do feel bad for poor little Adelaide, I gotta admit, so much gaslighting and betrayal, she deserves better! But we need the drama! And it had to be her. Sorry.

@sallowslady (and anyone who'd like to contribute): I'd love some suggestions for future drama, like close run-ins, awkward snogging locations, how to deal with Adelaide, etc. - please? :D

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Throw me into the Tempest: Ch.1

Notes: The lovely @sallowslady asked me to write a little teenage drama and I hope I delivered. Thank you so much for this idea and your patience with me! 💛 The title is inspired by @silverxstardust's beautiful Sebastian reads Poetry video.

This will be a series, more chapters to come, can be read on AO3 too!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (Hufflepuff)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff // Words: 5.4k

Synopsis: Your best friend is a sweetheart and you would do anything to protect her. Yet when you get to know her boyfriend, there is little you can do against those feelings he invokes in you.

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“What are you doing?” you yell at him as you shove him away, your eyes wide and your lips tingling. Sebastian stares at you, his wet hair stuck to his forehead.

“I was kissing you,” he yells back over the noise of the heavy rain pelting down on you.

You can barely hear nor see him through the downpour, the storm loud in your ears, dragging at your drenched robes. “What?” you ask, even though you know damn well what he has done and said.

He takes a step towards you and you take one back instinctively, keeping your distance. “Come on, I know you feel the same!”

You shake your head. “No! We can't do this, Sebastian!”

Lightning flashes around you and you gasp and flinch when an ear-splitting clap of thunder makes the earth beneath your feet shake badly. He is with you immediately, his hands on your face as he keeps you from running away from him. His dark eyes bore into yours.

“Sebastian,” you whisper breathlessly, your hands moving up to grab his wrists. “Don't...”

“Stop fighting this,” he says almost sternly. “Haven't we danced around each other for long enough now?”

“We can't do this to Addy...” you reply, even though your heart is fluttering inside your chest the longer he holds your face.

You see him clench his jaw, more and more rain drops running down his freckled face. Blinking rapidly against the water gathering in your eyes, and you can't be sure if it's just the rain or something else, you stare at him, swallowing hard, your breaths shallow.

As another thunder rolls along the coast, you flinch again and by doing so, you move forwards and suddenly your arms are wrapped around his torso and your lips are pressed right against his. But instead of pushing him away again, you lean into it, holding onto him while the storm lashes around you, and he is kissing you back with a yearning that both of you have long tried to suppress.

And still you wonder how you ended up kissing your best friend's boyfriend.

Several weeks earlier:

“And this is Sebastian,” Adelaide said with a wide smile on her round face, her blue eyes lighting up when she motioned to the Slytherin boy you knew all too well.

You'd met the small Hufflepuff girl on your first day as she had welcomed you with such a warmth and selflessness that it hadn't surprised you how quickly you two had become best friends. She was the cutest little gem and you quickly decided that you would do anything to cherish and protect her. She was also the first real friend you'd ever had and after your horrendous arrival at Hogwarts, it was a wonderful change of pace to have this gentle girl by your side.

She would show you around the castle, tell you funny anecdotes about every corner of it, and introduce you to the other fifth-years. You were quickly overwhelmed by all the information and new faces she presented to you, yet when she walked with you to a group of boys standing outside the Charms classroom, you felt something rushing through your veins that made you focus right away.

His dark eyes were on you immediately. “Oh, we've met, Addy,” he said with a chuckle and you couldn't help but blush slightly under his gaze. “And I doubt I'll ever forget about the girl who was the first to best me in a duel...”

You remembered your first encounter with Sebastian Sallow very clearly. Cocky and a little full of himself, but in the end he had turned out to be a good sport and more supportive than you would have given him credit for when you had blasted him off the duelling platform. There was certainly something about this boy that piqued your interest.

Next to you, Adelaide laughed softly. “Of course, how could I forget your glorious defeat?” she said and smirked up at the tall brunet. He looked at the Hufflepuff then and for a moment you wondered why these two were so close, but with Adelaide being so sweet and friendly to literally anyone, it didn't surprise you too much.

She proceeded to introduce you to the other boys, but you were barely listening as you kept looking back at Sebastian, who was suddenly very keen on not meeting your gaze. You didn't think much of it and tried to focus on other things as well. Classes commenced and you quickly found yourself busy trying to juggle your new environment, school work and assignments and on top of that the confusing ancient magic business.

But at the end of the day, you were grateful to have a friend by your side to keep you grounded and relaxed enough to live through the stress of this new adventure that you just hadn't anticipated when you had first gotten your acceptance letter. And pining over boys hadn't been on that list either, yet here you were, lying on your bed with your feet in the air, laughing and talking to your new best friend about a boy she had met over the summer.

Your contact with the other sex (not including family members) had really been non-existent prior to your time at Hogwarts, so you absorbed every word she told you, and it didn't even matter that she never said the boy's name, you were still cheering for her and happy she had met such a special someone.

“And you know,” Adelaide just said, twirling her blonde hair between her fingers, “even though I've known him for a while now, I've just never really seen him like that...”

“Like what?” you asked with a smirk, trying to coax more out of the small Hufflepuff.

“Well, like more than a classmate!”

“So he's here at Hogwarts too?” you exclaimed and leaned up on your elbows.

“Yes, have I not mentioned that? It's –”

In that moment the door to your dormitory sprung open and Poppy Sweeting came barging in, carrying a large stack of boxes that clattered all over the floor. You immediately scrambled to your feet and helped her, quickly forgetting about your current conversation topic. The shy brunette thanked you, and sometime later you found yourself in a circle on the floor in the middle of your dorm, surrounded by your roommates, with Poppy quickly falling asleep, Lenora laughing louder than was necessary and Adelaide talking about her special boy some more, her round cheeks bright red.

“So have you kissed him yet?” Lenora asked with a smirk.

Adelaide blushed even more, then nodded shyly. “He kissed me...”

“And? How was it?” the other girl demanded to know.

“Good! I think? I don't know... yes, it was good. He is definitely a good kisser,” the blonde laughed quietly and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and somehow you kept thinking back to a certain Slytherin and wondered how his lips would feel like.

“I bet! Did he use tongue?”

“Lenora!” Adelaide exclaimed and hid her face behind her hands. You giggled at her reaction.

“I'm just curious! I've heard they are particularly good with that!”

“Who is?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at the dark-haired girl.

“The Snakes, of course,” she laughed. “I mean, come on, isn't it obvious?” You and the blonde exchanged confused gazes, before the other Hufflepuff sighed deeply and explained: “Come on, do I really have to spell that out for you? Tongues that slither into mouths?”

While Adelaide blushed some more (and you started to get really worried about her complexion by now), you just groaned and laughed at Lenora's blatant words. Yet at the same time you slowly connected the dots and you wondered which of the Slytherin boys had stolen Adelaide's heart.

Days went by and more and more school work was thrown your way. It was certainly exhausting, but with the blonde girl by your side, be it at mealtimes or during classes, it wasn't all too bad. You connected with her over the fact that she was an orphan and lived with her uncle (a fate her still unnamed boyfriend seemed to share as well), while you lived with your aunt and cousins.

You would talk about anything with her, you even shared those things Professor Fig had insisted on keeping to yourself, but you just had to tell someone. She was a good listener, kind and patient, and always found the right words to console you or make you laugh. She was such a sweetheart.

The end of the week approached and you had gotten the task to restore your school supplies that you had lost during that awful dragon attack that would still haunt you in your dreams sometimes. When Adelaide offered to go with you, you were very excited, and even more so when she mentioned that she would ask her special boy to accompany you as well. After having learned a lot about him (except his name), you felt as if you knew him almost as good as she did.

Saturday morning came and after a lengthy breakfast and a lot of commotion at the Hufflepuff table (because breakfast was always a big deal at your house's table, especially on the weekends), you made your way to the Bell Tower entrance next to the small blonde girl, chatting and laughing and having a good time already, when you noticed a certain Slytherin boy standing near the door, waiting for something.

It took you an embarrassingly long moment to connect the dots and it only registered when Adelaide would walk up to Sebastian and throw her arms around him and he would hug her back with a smile and a light kiss to the top of her head.

Your heart literally froze in that moment and in your mind you went back to list all the things she had told you about her mysterious boyfriend and suddenly it all made sense and you could have kicked yourself for not realizing it sooner. Because you had indeed been picturing him when she would talk about the boy in her life, but in your mind he wasn't her boyfriend, he was yours, and the things they would do together, you would do together.

You had spent the last week throwing hidden looks into his direction whenever you had the chance and the more you had seen of him, the louder your heart would beat inside your chest. You had never been in love before, but you knew now that this must be what it feels like – and as soon as you realized that, you felt your heart being squeezed violently by the sight of your best friend looking dreamily up at the boy that you wanted to have in your own life.

Swallowing your emotions, even though it was very hard, you stepped closer, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable to spend the day with these two love birds. But Adelaide was a sweetheart after all and quickly let go of Sebastian and turned back to you, smiling widely, doing her best to make you smile as well. You did, eventually, and nodded politely at the Slytherin boy, who watched you closely for a moment, before he grabbed his girl's hand and motioned you to follow him.

“Let's go, ladies,” he said with a smirk and all you could do was walk beside Adelaide, trying to forget about the boy walking on her other side.

Yet somehow you found yourself quickly enveloped by both of their charms and even though you were literally the odd one out in this constellation, they tried their best to include you. Now it was both of them who showed you the little shops and cottages of Hogsmeade, helping you pick out the things you needed and you felt more and more comfortable in their midst.

Talking to Sebastian also seemed to be easier than you had thought. Whenever he would ask you a question, he would look at you and listen intently to your answer, and you felt yourself blush under the intensity of his dark eyes more than once. He must have noticed at some point, as he kept teasing you with that smirk he seemed to wear all the time on those lips that you stared at more often than you would have liked to admit.

The same lips would sometimes find the top of Adelaide's blonde head and you would be reminded of your situation once more with a sharp sting to your heart. It was a cold, sudden pain and you would clench your hands into fists and hide them in the pockets of your robes. You were conflicted, very much so. You wanted the small Hufflepuff to be happy, and she was very happy, smiling and laughing and blushing and joking with the boy that – despite everything – seemed to claw his way only deeper into your aching heart.

You wanted to be her, you realized then and it only hurt more, just thinking that about your best friend. She had been so kind and lovely to you since your very first day and you owed her so much. And even though it gave you physical pain, you pushed your own desires aside and focused on the blonde girl, your first best friend, who you could tell anything and be yourself around and who was there for you no matter what. She was more important.

And frankly she had known Sebastian longer, so it was her good right to have him. At least that was what you tried to tell yourself.

“How's that list of yours looking?” a deep voice then cut through your thoughts and you looked up with a surprised frown, feeling something hot rushing through your stomach as you met Sebastian's brown eyes.

You cleared your throat and looked down at the parchment you were holding. “All done,” you then said and looked back at him, smiling shyly.

He smiled back at you and you thought you'd be melting on the spot, if it wasn't for Adelaide grabbing your hand and your attention with a cry of excitement. “Then let's have some Butterbeers!” she exclaimed and you forced your gaze away from the Slytherin boy still watching you.

But before the three of you could head to The Three Broomsticks, you heard a rumble in the streets. Curiosity got the better of you and along with other nosy visitors and residents, you walked towards the town circle – only to find yourselves confronted with a giant troll. You felt Adelaide squeeze your hand and try to pull you away, while you stood there and stared, along with the tall boy on her other side.

“Guys, please! Let's get away from here!” she pleaded and when you looked at her frightened face, your eyes met Sebastian's and he too struggled to do the right thing and indeed run from the beast instead of watching it destroy the town circle.

But before either of you could do anything, the troll was being led away by a group of witches, and while your heart was thundering from the unusual encounter, you felt the wand in your hand tingling badly. Hearing the girl next to you take a shuddering breath of relief, you turned to her with a comforting smile, as did the boy holding her other hand.

“I'm glad Officer Singer was there,” Adelaide whispered and shook her head in disbelief. “A troll in Hogsmeade... that's never –”

A sudden tremor made her stop mid-sentence and her blue eyes went wide as she stared past you to the other side of the square. You spun around and saw another troll crashing through a nearby building. Behind you, you heard the small Hufflepuff scream and that sound caused the troll to notice you as he stomped right into your direction.

You grabbed your wand tighter and stood protectively in front of your best friend, and next to you stood Sebastian, doing the exact same. You shared a surprised gaze, but then focused on the troll.

“Stay back, Addy,” he told her over his shoulder as she kept tugging at both of your robes, urging you to run away with her. But you knew it was too late to run, the troll had spotted you and would only follow you through the village and wreak more havoc in its wake.

“No! You can't fight that thing! It's dangerous!” she wailed.

“We'll be fine,” he said confidently and looked at you with those intense eyes – and you found yourself agreeing, nodding with a smile. He threw a look back at his girlfriend. “You stay right here, okay? Hide behind those boxes! We'll lure it away!”

You didn't see if Adelaide agreed or not, but when Sebastian grabbed your hand and pulled you away while casting a sizzling Confringo at the troll to get its attention, you quickly forgot about the cowering girl and focused all your energy on the fight.

Of course it was different from duelling a student or a training dummy, but you nevertheless enjoyed yourself despite the danger this armoured beast was posing. Fighting alongside an equally skilled duellist was certainly something. It was a hard fight and you quickly found yourself at your wits' end because you just didn't know that many spells yet, but when you felt your wand vibrating in your hand again, you were quite surprised when you could make crates and barrels lunge themselves at the troll's massive head.

When you suddenly had its full attention, you realized you were standing very close to where Adelaide was hiding behind a large box. You couldn't let the troll get close to her, you had to protect her. From the other side of the square you could hear Sebastian calling her name, before your senses were overrun by a weird sensation that seemed to vibrate right through your very core.

Raising your wand, you inhaled deeply, and when you pointed it at the fast approaching troll, an incredible power surged through you and in the blink of an eye, the troll was gone, exploded into a million tiny specks of blueish light. You gasped deeply and sank to your knees, your wand hand shaking badly.

You heard footsteps coming closer and then a green and silver tie came into view, a hand resting on your arm. “Are you alright?” Sebastian asked quietly, looking at you intently. “How did you do that?” He sounded eager, a little startled and impressed at the same time.

Behind you, Adelaide joined you and sank down next to you, her blue eyes wide. “You saved me! Was that your ancient magic?” she blurted out.

“Ancient magic?” the boy on your other side asked in confusion, his gaze suddenly even more intense.

“Long story...” you whispered, looking between the two tiredly. “I can tell you everything over those Butterbeers I was promised earlier, if you'd like.”

A wide smile spread over his freckled face, causing you to blush deeply, as he and Adelaide helped you back to your feet. Yet the worst didn't seem to be over for that day as you had an unfortunate run-in with two Dark wizards and the evil goblin you'd had the pleasure of meeting once before. Sitting in the back of The Three Broomsticks, you retold your story and once you were done, you had made another friend.

Sebastian seemed fascinated by your ability and even offered his help if you ever needed it. And you settled on that, finding the thought to have a friend in him rather intriguing. You might not know how it would feel like to be held and kissed by him, but you decided then and there to cherish his friendship just as much.

At least that's what you told yourself over and over again, whenever you would find yourself in the presence of these two lovers. Though, to be fair, you wouldn't have known they were boyfriend and girlfriend if Adelaide wouldn't have told you because they acted rather tame in public. Occasional forehead kisses and dreamy gazes seemed to be the only thing those two shared, and frankly, you were quite happy about that. Even the hand holding you could live with.

Adelaide was a rather innocent girl and while she seemed happy with just sitting close to Sebastian, your mind still wandered to other things occasionally. The more time you spent with him (or them), the more time you had to look at him, and the more you saw, the more you wanted to see him closer, and you quickly found that your mind wasn't as innocent as Adelaide's.

Still you tried to keep your interested gazes to a minimum and it worked most of the time, but whenever his hand would brush against yours because you grabbed the same book, or when he'd hold the door and you'd have to squeeze past him, you couldn't help your heart beating just a tiny bit faster. No, not a tiny bit, a lot, and it surely must have shown, but he never said anything.

The three of you became something of a friend triangle after a few weeks and you'd sit together in the library or in classes, and when October rolled around, you were even invited to join them on their visit to Sebastian's sick sister. You had never been to Feldcroft and when you arrived via Floo, the first thing you did was look around in awe at all the autumn colours and quaint little cottages. It had started as a beautiful sunny day, but from past the spectacular shoreline in the south-west came the darkest clouds you'd ever seen.

Though it was nothing you concerned yourself with much as you eventually entered the Sallows' cottage. Anne was a lovely girl, very excited to see her twin brother and his girlfriend again – because apparently this was where they had met over the summer. At first you felt a little dispensable, sitting next to Adelaide at the round table, listening to the twins bicker harmoniously with the blonde girl, while you were... just there, sipping on your tea.

“Anne! I've got something for you,” Sebastian just said and walked back to the door to grab something out of his bag.

The other girls, you included, watched him curiously, and just when he got back to the table to present a strange purple bulb to Anne, the door behind him crashed open. You flinched and stared at the older man entering with a gruff. You'd known immediately that you didn't particularly like Solomon Sallow, the twins' uncle and guardian, because the minute he walked in, he would start fighting with his nephew.

You saw Anne wincing as she watched them arguing. Feeling very uncomfortable, you exchanged a gaze with Adelaide, who just shrugged with a sad expression, muttering “It's always like that.” under her breath. You narrowed your eyes and looked back, only to see Solomon grabbing the shrivelfig Sebastian had been holding and making it disappear into thin air, while he growled and bickered some more.

Sebastian didn't hold back either, as he tried to reason with his uncle, his disdain for his action and words apparent on his tense face. Solomon's voice got louder and louder and just when you wished to be somewhere else, Anne would start crying out and wincing as a bout of pain rushed through her tiny body. You watched in horror how she convulsed, holding her stomach with her face distorted in agony.

The argument halted then and before Solomon would look at his niece, he'd yell at Sebastian one final time. “Look what you've done! Leave!”

The boy looked back to the table then, his face set, but his eyes full of emotion. He didn't wait long before he spun around and stormed out of the cottage. You remained behind, watching how Adelaide tried to soothe Anne's pain, while the older man stood behind them and just glared darkly at the scene. Before he left the room as well, he muttered: “You shouldn't have come here today. It's too much for her!” His dark gaze wandered over the table and as you were the only one looking up, you were met with the full extend of his hatred.

And you didn't even know why. But you felt the same anger rising inside you that you had seen on Sebastian's face. As the door fell shut behind Solomon, a sudden clap of thunder made the little house shake. Adelaide gasped and you looked at her. She had her hands on Anne's shoulders, trying to calm her down as she was still twitching slightly under this mysterious disease you still didn't know anything about.

“Can you go look for Sebastian?” Adelaide asked quietly. “That storm doesn't sound good...”

You nodded and got up. “Where should I look for him?” you asked, having no clue where you should even go.

“There's a cabin at the beach where we would go in the summer sometimes. Perhaps he's there,” she told you while she rubbed Anne's shoulder. “Thank you,” she added with a small smile.

“Of course,” you said, happy to leave this dreary cottage and more than happy to maybe spend some time alone with Sebastian. In that moment you were a little selfish. But more so you wanted to console him. Having witnessed that encounter with his uncle had left you speechless and very angry. That fight had come out of nowhere and only because a brother had wanted to surprise his sister.

You didn't know the whole picture, but you knew that adults should never talk to their children or those in their care like that, especially in front of strangers. When you had felt uncomfortable, you just knew that Sebastian had felt more than embarrassed. And along with being angry and hurt, he clearly shouldn't be alone right now.

Once you stepped outside the cottage, you were hit by the first drops of heavy rain. It took you a moment to find your way, but it wasn't particularly hard to know where the coast was – you just had to follow the darkest rain clouds you had ever seen. And so you set out into the eye of the storm, ignoring the rain that drenched your clothes and the wind that picked up quickly the closer you got to the shoreline.

You decided to climb a little vantage point and look down at the beach that stretched all around the coast, yet you couldn't look too far. The storm was growing by the minute and the clouds were thick and heavy, the rain too much to see very far. But then you saw the green smoke coming out of a tiny chimney just below. That must be the cabin Adelaide mentioned.

Making your way down to the beach, you could hear nothing but the storm roaring and the waves crashing against the shore. It was worse down here than it was on the little hill you were on earlier. You were completely drenched by now and yet you kept looking. “Sebastian!” you called out but your voice seemed too feeble to travel anywhere under this weather.

You looked along the coastline as far as the heavy rain allowed and then you saw a small figure all the way to the left, the wind dragging his robes around while he seemed to throw rocks at the raging waves in front of him. You jogged towards him, once again calling his name and when he finally heard you, he looked around and stared at you, completely soaked, his cheeks red from the cold and whatever else burned beneath his stoic expression.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in surprise.

You stopped in front of him, breathless and shaken, your hair whirling around your head mercilessly before the rain caked it to your forehead. “Looking for you,” you replied loudly, trying to be heard over the storm.

He dropped the rocks he was holding and came even closer, slightly towering over you as if to block the storm from you with his body. “You're going to catch a cold,” he said with something of a crooked smirk.

Tilting your head, you glared up at him. “And you won't?” you replied, holding his gaze.

“Nobody cares anyway,” he then said and turned his face away, staring out over the raging ocean.

“Adelaide cares,” you told him. “Your sister cares.” You paused, watching him closely, your heart clenched tightly by all those emotions that had flooded you before and were now back in business tenfold. “I care!” you added louder and reached out a hand to grab the front of his wet robes.

He stared at you then, not saying anything, his hard face slowly softening, his dark eyes wandering over your face. There was a moment then, when your heart beat faster, your breath quickened, the intensity of his gaze made your knees weak. And suddenly his hand was on your face, pushing aside a wet strand of hair. His touch was warm on your cold skin and you stifled a gasp.

While you were overwhelmed by this simple gesture, he didn't stop there. You watched with wide eyes how he leaned closer and then he had pressed his lips to yours and for a moment you forgot about the storm wreaking havoc around you as the wind stilled and the rain froze in the air and all you felt was his mouth on yours, warm and inviting and finally, finally fulfilling that desire you had suppressed for weeks now.

But then time resumed and rain and the spray of the waves and the roaring storm hit you at the same time as realization struck you. You raised your hands and firmly placed them on his chest. And despite the new and thrilling sensation tingling through your lips, it was guilt that made you want to stop. Guilt and the round face of your best friend that came to your mind in that very moment.

“What are you doing?” you yelled at him as you shoved him away, your eyes wide and your lips trembling. Sebastian stared at you, his wet hair stuck to his forehead.

“I was kissing you,” he yelled back over the noise of the heavy rain pelting down on you.

You could barely hear nor see him through the downpour, the storm loud in your ears, dragging at your drenched robes. “What?” you asked, even though you knew damn well what he had done and said.

He took a step towards you and you took one back instinctively, keeping your distance. “Come on, I know you feel the same!”

You shook your head. “No! We can't do this, Sebastian!”

Suddenly lightning flashed around you and you gasped and flinched when an ear-splitting clap of thunder made the sand beneath your feet shake badly. He was with you immediately, his hands on your face as he kept you from moving away from him. His dark eyes bored into yours.

“Sebastian,” you whispered breathlessly, your hands moving up to grab his wrists. “Don't...”

“Stop fighting this,” he said almost sternly. “Haven't we danced around each other for long enough now?”

“We can't do this to Addy...” you replied, even though your heart was fluttering violently inside your chest the longer he held your face.

You saw him clench his jaw, more and more rain drops running down his freckled face. Blinking rapidly against the water gathering in your eyes, and you couldn't be sure if it was just the rain or something else, you stared at him, swallowing hard, your breaths shallow.

As another thunder rolled along the coast, you flinched again and by doing so, you moved forwards and against him and suddenly your arms were wrapped around his torso and your lips were pressed right against his. But instead of pushing away again, you leaned into it, holding onto him while the storm lashed around you, and he was kissing you back with a yearning that both of you had long tried to suppress.

[ Chapter 2 → ]

End notes: Please note that I've never written as a Hufflepuff before, I have to be honest: I had to read up on how a Hufflepuff should act XD I'm trying my best to stay true to their nature, please bear with me my lovely Hufflepuffs!

This will also be some sort of Hogwarts Legacy re-write, but I took the liberty of changing quests around and pushed plot points to later dates, just to make this work. But in the end the plot won't be as important, you all know where this will lead, right? (The eventual smut tag is real, people!)

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