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thenerdykneazle · 9 months

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Left Behind

Summary: Ominis is feeling forgotten when he discovers his partners have run off on yet another adventure without him. He frets about the future of his relationship with two people who seem to neither need nor want him around. Can Sebastian and MC make amends with him when they return to the castle?

A collab with the lovely @darch7995, who gave me the prompt and created the audio version of this story. Listen here.

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC x Sebastian Sallow

Warnings: light angst, sad Ominis

Word count: 2511

Ominis could hear the scrape of metal on stone as the door to the Room of Requirement materialised before him. He pushed it open and stepped inside. He could hear several cauldrons bubbling and the magical loom weaving away. The aromas of mallowsweet leaves and shrivelfigs hung thickly in the air from the potting tables along the wall.

“MC? Sebastian? Are you here?” he called as he took echoing steps into the centre of the large room.

A soft pop came from his right. “Deek saw the students leave nearly an hour ago,” the house-elf said.

Ominis groaned. “Ugh, of course, they did,” he groused. “Off to fight some dark wizards or search for artefacts in a hidden cave, no doubt.”

“MC told Deek they were going to collect ashwinder venom for a new potion,” Deek said timidly.

“What a surprise!” Ominis said sarcastically as he began to pace around the room. “That’s obviously more important than working on our project for transfiguration – like we had agreed on days ago! And, naturally, they didn’t tell me they’d miss our appointment. Plus, why ask the boy who can speak to snakes to tag along? Why would he be useful?”

Deek let out a squeak of fright as Ominis sent a hex at the adjacent wall, singeing a portrait of a witch with her pet niffler in her lap. “Deek is very sorry if he upset you,” the meek elf said in a trembling voice.

Ominis winced. “No, I’m not upset with you. I…I’m sorry,” he said, as a pang of guilt stabbed into his stomach. He hadn’t meant to scare the innocent elf. He was just frustrated.

Deek apologised again, as if he’d done anything wrong, before popping away again.

Ominis sighed as he trudged forward into the forest vivarium. Inside, he could hear unicorns galloping across the ground and jobberknolls soaring above the trees. Wand outstretched, Ominis walked down the cobblestone path to a bench by the water. The sun warmed his skin as he stepped out of the shade of the trees. As he sat there, a light breeze tousled his hair, making a few strands fall across his forehead. He usually liked to nap in the spot, but he didn’t feel up to it at the moment.

His attempt to brood angrily failed miserably, as Ominis just felt dejected. He sniffed as unshed tears made his nose begin to run. He didn’t understand why his companions constantly neglected him in favour of each other. He had been elated – eventually – to have MC make him and Sebastian a trio again. Something had been missing ever since Anne had to leave school. He thought MC had filled that void – not that she had replaced Anne, as the other Sallow twin was still like a sister to him. She was far better to him than any of his actual siblings, and nothing would change his love for her. But she wasn’t there anymore.

And Ominis’s feelings for MC were certainly different than his ones for Anne. Right from the start, they were a lot more like how he felt toward Sebastian. It had felt like a dream come true when they had decided to date each other – Ominis had thought he couldn’t ask for better partners. They both made him laugh. They both knew how to comfort him when he was upset. They both made his heart skip beats when they sat close or grabbed his hand to lead him to some newly discovered oddity in the castle or out on the grounds. Ominis normally hated when people grabbed him, but it was different with Sebastian and MC.

Though, neither was dragging him much of anywhere lately. The girl who had stolen a piece of his heart had also managed to steal most of their boyfriend’s time. They were always sneaking off to Merlin-knows-where to get into untold trouble. It made Ominis feel like an outsider in his own relationship.

Heavy thuds behind Ominis announced the approach of the hippogriffs even before Highwing’s chirping made their presence obvious. She nuzzled into the boy’s side before flopping down on the ground beside him, resting her head on the bench beside him. Caligo settled down on the opposite side of the boy.

Ominis laughed softly, despite the heaviness still in his chest at being abandoned. “At least you two still like me,” he said, giving each beast a pat on the head.

Caligo chittered happily as Highwing rubbed the side of her face against Ominis’s thigh in a display of affection.

“Maybe I should take a page out of Poppy’s book and promote you two to my best friends,” Ominis joked. He could feel Caligo’s head tilt with his hand still resting atop it. “You wouldn’t abandon me for each other, would you?”

They gave no response.

“What am I saying? Of course, you would,” Ominis said, shaking his head. “You two are a bonded pair.”

The words tasted bitter in his mouth.

“You know,” he continued to the hippogriffs, “I used to think Sebastian and I were a rather bonded pair. And, while I was sceptical of MC when she first arrived, she won me over. I thought I had gained a new partner in crime. I didn’t realise then that my old friend and my new one would slowly decide they were better off without me.”

Highwing made a sympathetic sort of chirp. At least, Ominis thought it sounded so.

“Yes, I suppose MC left you behind on this adventure too, didn’t she?” he observed. “She has a fancy upgraded broom and a duelling champion. What’s she need any of us for? Never mind that you saved her from those poachers. Or that I helped her defeat all those inferi in the catacombs – inferi that Sebastian created, mind you. But why have the blind boy tag along, right? I couldn’t possibly take care of myself – or, shock of shocks, be helpful.”

Caligo rested his head in Ominis’s lap. The boy stroked the creature’s head, smoothing his feathers gently. It made his fingers feel powdery to run them through his plumage, but it also soothed him.

“I just….I really can’t believe Sebastian replaced me so easily,” he said, struggling to get the words out as he was getting choked up. “After all we’ve been through together. After all that I’ve stood by him through. And MC…I confided in her about things I’d never even told Sebastian. They both mean so much to me, and…it’s like I’m expendable to them. They just ran off without telling me. Again. Not only do they not need me, they…they don’t even want me there.”

Ominis stayed in the comforting presence of his feathered companions. He felt a bit less alone with them on either side of him. Completely losing track of time, he just sat and sulked with them until two more people burst into the vivarium.

“Ominis?” MC called as she wound through the trees.

The blond didn’t bother replying. He had little interest in talking to either of his so-called partners. The hippogriffs scampered off when they heard their master’s voice.

“Traitors,” Ominis grumbled to himself.

“Ominis! There you are!” Sebastian said as the pair arrived at his bench. “We’ve been looking all over for you! We were worried something happened to you when you weren’t at dinner. You’d just disappeared!”

Ominis snorted out a laugh. “You two are the ones who disappeared,” he accused, crossing his arms over his chest in indignation. “We were supposed to work together in the library this afternoon, and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me you weren’t going to make it.”

“That was today?” MC asked guiltily, shifting nervously where she stood and making the leaves crunch under her feet.

“Yes, it was!” Ominis shot back irritably. He shifted away from her voice, turning his nose up in the air. “But I should’ve known better than to expect my boyfriend and girlfriend to show up to our study date.”

“I’m sorry, Ominis. We just got caught up–” Sebastian started, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Ominis shrugged him off. “You’re always getting caught up in something! And always leaving me behind!” he interjected.

“We didn’t think you’d want to come,” MC admitted, sounding remorseful.

Good, Ominis thought. She should be sorry.

“We had to fly up into the mountains to find the ashwinders’ nests, and you hate flying,” she explained.

“But I love the two of you! I would’ve gone if you’d asked,” Ominis retorted. “But you clearly didn’t want me there.”

“That’s not true!” MC insisted.

“Isn’t it?” Ominis replied.

“You know it’s not,” Sebastian stated firmly, breaking back into the conversation. He often let MC handle Ominis when he was upset, as Sebastian was under the impression that MC “had a way with him.” The blond had clearly struck a nerve to make him feel the need to speak up.

“No, I don’t, Sebastian!” Ominis argued, growing angrier. Before he knew it, he was on his feet and jamming a finger in Sebastian’s chest. “You two just don’t want your little blind pet getting in the way. You don’t think I can handle myself out in the forest, right? You think you need to protect me from harm while you both run headfirst into danger. You treat me like a child!”

“Ominis!” MC gasped, taken aback at his outburst.

“Do either of you even want me around anymore?” he asked, trying not to let the pain show in his voice.

“Of course, we do,” Sebastian said, and his anger had dissipated. He took hold of Ominis’s hand. Ominis squeezed his in return. “We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I didn’t think you would want to go gallivanting through the Highlands.”

“What I want is to spend time with my boyfriend and girlfriend again. You two are always gone lately,” Ominis admitted.

MC wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I’m sorry, Ominis. We found a potion that might be able to cure Anne, and I’ve had tunnel vision about the whole thing. But I also didn’t want to get her hopes up if it didn’t pan out. I wasn’t sure we’d be able to find all of the ingredients.”

Ominis rested a hand on her arm that was across his stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he croaked.

“Ominis,” MC said chidingly, “you know you’re rubbish at keeping secrets from her.”

The boy’s cheeks flushed with heat. “I’m not that bad,” he said defensively.

“You told her what I’d bought her for Christmas three years in a row before I started hiding it from you, too,” Sebastian argued, making MC chuckle.

Ominis could feel her chest rumble against his back, and he melted into her.

“So, you two aren’t tired of me, then?” he asked a bit timidly.

MC laughed. “Hardly,” she replied before giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Who else would be the voice of reason?” Sebastian joked. Tenderly cupping his hand over Ominis’s cheek, he added, “You know I’m mad about you, you stupid git.”

“Ever the romantic,” Ominis replied drily.

MC giggled as Sebastian crashed his lips into Ominis’s. He had clearly taken the heir of Slytherin’s words as a challenge. One he met with force. If MC hadn’t been behind the lithe boy, Sebastian probably would have knocked him to the ground.

Sebastian tasted like the treacle tarts he always gorged on after chasing MC around on some ill-advised adventure. Ominis fisted his free hand into his boyfriend’s robes as he kissed him back, sliding his tongue into his mouth and making him moan. Sebastian quickly returned the favour – and then some, as he moved to trail open-mouthed kisses down the side of Ominis’s neck.

Panting as he pulled back, Sebastian’s smirk was practically audible. “Better?” he asked cheekily.

Ominis chuckled. “Much,” he replied silkily, stroking his thumb over the back of MC’s arm, which was still wrapped around him.

“Does this mean you’d want to help us get venom from the snake I’ve got in my nab-sack?” MC inquired, lifting her head off his shoulder. “Because I’d really prefer not to get bitten again.”

“You were bitten?” Ominis roared.

“Three times, actually, but Nurse Blainey patched me right up when we made it back to the castle,” she replied as if it were as casual of a fact as that it might rain the following afternoon.

Ominis felt like he might pass out before the rage steadied him. “You let her get bitten three times?” he growled at Sebastian.

“How is it my fault?” Sebastian asked, bewildered, but Ominis had already spun away from him, refocusing on MC.

His hands worried over every inch of her. “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked. “Are you dizzy? Or in pain? Do you want me to take you back to the hospital wing for the night, just in case?”

“I’m fine,” MC insisted, and Ominis would bet a pretty galleon that she’d rolled her eyes.

“I got bitten too, you know,” Sebastian sulked.

“Merlin, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Ominis said, pulling MC into a tight hug.

Sebastian pouted even more at being ignored.

“I am as long as I can breathe,” MC choked out.

Ominis instantly released her. “Sorry,” he muttered, raising a hand to her cheek and gently stroking his thumb over the smooth skin.

“It’s all right,” MC replied kindly before turning her head to press a kiss into his palm. “You’re sweet to worry, but I really am fine.”

“Barely! You’re never going out without proper supervision again,” Ominis asserted.

“Now who’s being treated like a chi–” MC started.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian asked, offended.

“You know exactly what I meant, Sebastian,” Ominis said severely. “Clearly, you two are hazardous left to your own devices.”

“I’ll let that slight pass if it means you’ll start coming out with us,” Sebastian said lightly.

“Yes, I’ve quite made up my mind on it,” Ominis replied seriously.

“Brilliant! It’ll be great having more help. And if we all get stranded in one of those remote little cabins and have to share the one, tiny bed all pressed up against each other, well…all the better,” Sebastian added cheekily.

Ominis jumped slightly when he felt a hard pinch on his bum. “You’re a degenerate, Sebastian,” he tried to assert, but his face was going red imagining the scenario.

“You love me,” the mischievous boy stated confidently.

Ominis could tell he had stepped in rather close, because he could feel Sebastian’s breath puff over his nose and cheeks.

Ominis gave a dramatic sigh, refusing to give Sebastian the satisfaction of swooning at his flirting. “Against my better judgement, but, yes, I do. Both of you.”

“Good. Because we’ll never be tired of you, so you’re stuck with us,” MC said.

“Promise?” Ominis asked, feeling a jolt of insecurity.

Sebastian rested his forehead against his, their noses brushing together. “Promise,” he vowed.

Ominis relaxed. Pressed between the two people he loved most, he felt anything but unwanted.

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korpuskristae · 4 months

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Jasmine and Rose - The Smell of June

Warnings: Mild swearing

Pairing: Severus Snape x Female Reader, Reader uses she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: Severus handles his class with the utmost decorum… definitely…

Tag List: @likoplays (If you want to be tagged in the next chapter let me know!)

Part 1 Part 3

AN: Sorry for the abrupt ending of the last chapter but it was wayyy too long to post by itself, if I hadn't posted at least some of it I probably never would have posted it in the first place, I was a little intimidated by the length lol. Anyway, this is still inspired by the song Jasmine and Rose but I wanted to suggest another Sev song because I can go on for days about music I think he'd listen to/that describes him.

I love this song but I prefer the full-length version, if you like it, go listen to it!

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Having written the instructions clearly on the blackboard, he stood at the front of his classroom waiting for his students to settle in.

And so they did, eager to get the lesson done and over with.

“Today we will be brewing Amortentia, it is not a difficult potion to master but many of you may struggle with keeping on task, time is precious when brewing, and improper time management can lead to disastrous consequences,” he drawled, abruptly starting the lesson.

Flicking his wand, the board flipped sides displaying a detailed history of Amortentia and its properties. “Amortentia, also known as the ‘Love Potion’, is among one of the most dangerous potions you will ever come across in my classroom.”

“It does not cause one to fall in love with another like many of you have been led to believe, instead, it causes obsessive infatuation that may border on insanity,” he continued reciting a summarized version of the board with practiced ease.

Pausing, the potions master spoke carefully in a much more severe tone to drive his point home, “Improperly brewed Amortentia can result in a number of severe negative results such as psychosis and irreversible insanity, so take care to follow my instructions carefully.”

Continuing on, Severus walked over to the bench in the middle of the classroom used for demonstrations after he placed his wand on his desk. "The smell of Amortentia varies from person to person, manifesting as whatever attracts them most,” he lit a match and ignited a flame underneath his cauldron.

“Due to its potentially dangerous nature, it is one of the very few potions that is controlled and highly regulated by the ministry,” he said monotonously, setting his station up and arranging the ingredients accordingly.

“Pay close attention to my demonstration, I shall only show you once.”

As disliked as he was, the students couldn’t deny how mesmerizing it truly was to watch the Potions Master work. Truly a master of his craft, his simple elegance, efficiency, and unwavering confidence when handling ingredients enraptured all who watched. While he could be just plain mean sometimes, he was never unfair, his standards were never unachievable, just high. In truth, he only wanted the best, to see his students succeed, if they weren’t given high standards they’d just expect everything to be handed to them.

He’d be damned if he taught a generation of children to be like James Potter.

Admirably, he held himself to those same standards, abandoning his wand at his desk while he was brewing, managing his time expertly, and taking care to handle every ingredient delicately just as he expected of his students.

Once the water in the cauldron reached a rolling boil, Severus adjusted the flame accordingly. Adding in some powdered moonstone, he slowly stirred the mixture before adding powdered ashwinder eggs in too.

“The potion requires the usage of pearl dust, powdered ashwinder eggs, and powdered moonstone meaning you all will have to make use of your mortars.” Motioning to the mortar and pestle he used to grind up the ingredients before class, he added the pearl dust.

“Rose thorns and petals are used in this potion to represent the many sides of love, the beautiful, prickly, delicate, and complex are all acceptable answers for future written tests. I have supplied you all with a single rose, harvest the ingredients separately, like so,” holding the rose upright, he stood it up straight on the table taking his florist’s knife to gently rid the stem of its thorns.

“Once the thorns have been collected and added, cut the stem from the rose as close as you can.” Pausing to chop the flower from the stem, he held the flower up for the class to see. “Once you have done so, take the rose and twist the remaining attached stem, this will free all of the petals in one go,” holding the rose petals up, he showed his students before placing them aside in a bowl.

“Add them in slowly so as to not overflow your cauldron and then lastly add some mint before setting the potion aside to brew for three minutes. If you have followed my directions, you will be rewarded with spiraling steam and an iridescent appearance.” Flipping the board back over to the ingredients side, he walked over to his desk to grab his wand before returning to the demonstration bench.

Severus stopped dead in his tracks once he caught a whiff of the potion. Momentarily losing his signature stoic composure, he uncovered the potion with a confused expression. Removing the lid, the potion looked absolutely perfect, as expected of a potions master of his caliber, it was an easy potion to brew after all.

And yet…

It smelled different.

His Amortentia smelled different.

Severus Snape, the man hopelessly in love with Lily Evans, the man who would do anything for her, was now the man who no longer smelled her in his Amortentia.

But Severus Snape was never a man to show any sort of weakness, he was the type of person who would grin and bear it… if by grin you meant scowl.

Gesturing to the cauldron containing the Amortentia, he inhaled deeply assuming his unfeeling persona, “This is a properly brewed Amortentia, note the vapor and the iridescent pearl color.”

Clearing his throat, he slammed the lid down on the cauldron quickly before extinguishing the flame “Begin. I expect a carbon copy of this very potion by the end of this class period, I shall walk around and monitor you should you need any assistance.”

He was calm, composed, and under control, one would even say he was having a completely normal reaction.

He spent nearly the entire class berating his students for the smallest slip-ups.

A Hufflepuff for sneezing and blowing his powdered moonstone everywhere, a Ravenclaw for following the book’s instructions rather than the ones he wrote on the board, a Gryffindor for being… well… a Gryffindor, and perhaps the most surprising, a group of Slytherin girls for talking about spiking their crushes drinks with the potion.

Shockingly, for the first time ever in his own classroom no less, Severus took points from his own house.

Nobody in the classroom, or the castle for that matter, dead or alive, had ever seen the Potions Master so angry.

By the end of the class, only three students out of the seventeen in his classroom produced potions for grading and only one of them was awarded a passing grade.

Not even Dumbledore, upon hearing about the incident, dared to confront the Potions Master.

Instead of having to face everyone and answer people’s incessant questions, Severus opted to sulk in his office rather than go to dinner in the Great Hall. As a result, the students were able to freely discuss the events of the day’s class without fear of reprimanding.

And here he was now, the talk of Hogwarts… yet again.

He effortlessly found the small bottle of Amortentia he kept hidden in the store room behind some spirit of nostalgia. Although he’d rather die before he admitted it, Severus too was prone to moments of weakness.

Whether it was plain sadness or alcohol-induced psychosis, he found comfort in the smell of Lily.

In truth, he had no idea why he kept the bottle around, once post-drunk clarity hit him or he snapped out of it, he found himself feeling ashamed and pathetic for allowing himself to find any sort of solace in Lily’s memory. He deemed himself unworthy of any comfort since he was at fault for her death.

Nevertheless, the bottle remained hidden in the back of his personal storeroom, not once did he even come close to disposing of it. As twisted as it was, it was the only thing he allowed himself to have, a respite from his raging guilt.

Uncorking the bottle, Severus held it at an arm's length before shakily bringing it up to his nose and sniffing it.

The sybaritic aroma of jasmine, rose, and ambrosia flooded his senses causing him to stiffen and suck in a sharp breath.

It was uniquely your scent,

sensual and erotic while remaining subtle and tantalizing at the same time.

He was no fool, he was far from one. He knew what this meant. He hadn’t meant to let you weasel your way into his heart, and yet, there was the irrefutable evidence that you had, right in front of him.

“That insufferable, conniving, wench!” He growled slamming the vial of Amortentia down on the shelf before storming out of the storeroom.

Who was he angry at? It seemed unreasonable to be angry at you and yet here he was, angry at you for making him fall in-

No.

He wasn’t in love, he wouldn’t use that word. He wouldn’t delude himself into believing that he was capable of feeling love or even capable of mentally handling it if he could feel it.

This was a realization he knew even alcohol wouldn’t dull the sting of, he knew better than to get drunk after realizing his… predicament anyway, lest he act like a drunk fool professing his so-called “love” to you.

Instead, he opted to barricade himself in his chambers, far away from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. Hoping to find a rare moment of solitude to collect his rampaging thoughts.

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chickenlizard13 · 1 year

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No One Else

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 11810

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mature +18, Violence

Description: Part 3? Sebastian POV for Catching Up To Do and Too Far Away.

He shouldn’t have accepted this job, no matter how good the payout. Being this close to the castle, to you, was way too risky, and he sat there cursing himself for saying yes. Hogsmeade was bustling, faces both familiar and unfamiliar passing by the dark corner he’d sequestered himself in, hood pulled low over his eyes. He hoped to overhear the location of the poachers’ latest hideout, as there’d been a recent up-tic in their activity around Hogwarts Valley.

He’d stopped by a wandering vendor, who informed him of a handsome reward for anyone who could clear the poachers in the Forbidden Forest. The man claimed to have heard rumors of Ashwinders hanging around Hogsmeade. The group prowled the streets, attempting to recruit corruptible souls, and against his better judgment, Sebastian accepted.

Now here he stood, hidden in the shadows, doing his best to ignore the dull ache sitting in his chest. He didn’t dare look too closely at the students passing by, fearing one of them would be Ominis, or…you. Instead, he kept his head down, standing outside The Hogshead, listening intently through an open window.

Unfortunately for Sebastian, avoiding eye contact didn’t help much in the end. His ears perking up at a familiar laugh floating by. Before he could stop himself, his head whipped up to look for the source. He swore time stopped as his eyes landed on you, all the air leaving his lungs and his heart squeezing painfully in his chest.

You looked…Merlin, you were perfect. You strolled along, arm in arm with Poppy and Natty, head thrown back, eyes closed, laughing wildly at something one of the girls said. You looked like a dream, incredibly similar to one he’d had the night prior. Your bright smile shot him in the chest, a heavenly blessing and a wicked curse, the spell you’d cast whispering in his ears to get closer. And he almost listened, his body leaning toward you of its own accord, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward.

Sebastian watched you pause, having caught his clumsy movement out of the corner of your eye. He just had enough time to duck down, hiding behind a couple large crates, breath heaving in panic as he prayed you wouldn’t get closer. He heard Natty call for you, and felt you only hesitate a moment before trotting after her.

Sebastian’s head thunked against the crates, sitting back against them as he replayed your laugh in his head. Covering his eyes with a hand, attempting to burn your image into the back of his eyelids. He never thought he’d see you again, the gaping hole in his chest making him wish he hadn’t, but a smaller, more selfish part, was elated. He missed you so much. Not a day went by where he didn’t long to see you, grateful now that he’d at least gotten a glimpse, no matter the pain it brought.

After taking a moment to breathe, he slowly stood back up, peeking around the crates to see if you’d gone. When you were nowhere in sight, he slunk around behind the tavern, setting up shop to listen in once more. He was still here on business after all.

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Sebastian didn’t end up overhearing anything about the poachers in the Forbidden Forest, but he did hear of a small camp near Irondale. Deciding that something was better than nothing, he made his way under the cover of night, hoping to catch the criminals by surprise. He wondered offhandedly if you were still hunting down the vestiges of Rookwood and Ranrok’s forces, or if you’d abandoned that life in your fifth year.

As it turns out, he’d soon have his answer.

Sebastian crept silently around the base of the fort, casting Disillusionment to better conceal his presence. He’d just scaled the wooden walls when he heard a commotion coming from below. Peering over the scaffolding, he watched the Ashwinders stand at attention, readying their wands as they yelled at something in the distance. Not something, someone. Sebastian squinted his eyes at the figure, wondering who would be daft enough to approach a hostile poacher camp on their own.

The figure neared, the torch lights illuminating their face, an irritated look on their features as they marched straight through the Ashwinder’s front door. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you come to a halt, a healthy distance away from the group, crossing your arms as you spoke in an almost bored tone.

“Look. I’m in a pretty shit mood tonight, so if we could just skip to the part where you all throw your wands on the ground in surrender, it would be much appreciated.” The poachers look at you, and then each other, before bursting into peels of cacophonous laughter. You stood there stoically, waiting for them to calm themselves, growing impatient with each passing moment.

Sebastian readies his wand as one of the poachers steps forward, preparing to rescue you should things go poorly. He knew you were a brilliant duelist, but there were at least ten to twelve poachers here, far too many for you to take down on your own. The Ashwinder scout wipes his eyes, sneering at you as he speaks. “That’s adorable. What can a little thing like you do all on your own? Why don’t you run along while I-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Ancient magic pulsed at the end of your wand, and the man vaporized in a cloud of black dust, ceasing to exist. The poachers immediately stop laughing, all staring in shock at the space their compatriot once occupied. You sighed heavily, planting your feet. “Alright, hard way it is.”

The poachers raise their wands, and all hell breaks loose. Sebastian, rooted to the spot, watches dumbfounded as you absolutely clean house. Your movements seem almost like a dance, clothing whipping around you as you move, Sebastian finding such beauty in you savagery. You make quick work of the poachers, freeing all the captured beasts before heading back to Hogwarts.

He watches you take one last look at the camp and the bodies strewn about it, before you quietly walk off into the night, disappearing into the shadows.

Sebastian hops down from the scaffolding, making his way over to assess the carnage. An unconscious smile slips onto his face as his heart swells with pride, and a severe longing. Seeing you twice in the same day had done something to him. It’d put a hunger in his chest. To see you, talk to you, touch you, be near you. Anything you’d give him, he’d take it, greedily.

The thought stuck in his head for weeks, long after he’d left Hogsmeade, traveling far from you again. The need to be near you ate at him, plaguing his thoughts, haunting his dreams, much more than it had in the past two years. It consumed him completely, until he finally snapped, finding himself sitting in Professor Weasley’s office, making up a story about studying abroad with Anne after their uncle’s untimely death.

She welcomed him back warmly, informing him that his bed and belongings remained untouched and ready for his return. Thanking her, he left her office, heading not for his dorm, but for the Undercroft instead. He’d have to share a room with Ominis, and Sebastian wasn’t quite ready to face the blonde just yet. He would sleep on one of the Undercroft lounges for a few nights while he figured out a plan.

—-------

Sebastian was doing his best to avoid running into either you or Ominis, successfully evading you both for the first week of the new school year. He’d caught glimpses of both of you, but didn’t dare stop for too long, lest one of you notice him prematurely.

That all went out the window when you barreled straight into him in Central Hall, making a mad dash to your next class. On instinct, he’d cast Levioso on your books and papers, preventing them from scattering all over the floor. You were holding your face and apologizing, not yet noticing exactly who you’d run into, and Sebastian stood rooted, feeling a bit dizzy from being so close to you. Finally, you looked up at him, and he could see your brain short circuit. He took the opportunity to scan your face, drinking in the details like you were the first water he’d seen after years in the desert.

His memory really didn’t do you justice, the youthfulness you’d had in your fifth year melting away to reveal the striking young adult underneath. Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at you, taking in all the changes these two years had brought, eyes fliting down to give the briefest of glances to your lips. He wondered offhandedly what they’d feel like against his, but the thought was forgotten entirely at the first tear drop falling from your lashes.

You looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking, face shining with heartbreak as you brokenly spoke his name. The sorrowful sound, combined with the wet streaks down your face, were enough to jolt Sebastian out of his private reverie and replace it with a deep shame. This was a mistake. He shouldn’t have come back. Not when you were looking at him like that, openly showing him the damage he’d done.

Steeling himself, he returned your final book to you before making his escape. He reminded you of your tardiness as he left, not wanting to affect your day any further. He resolved to stay away from you as much as humanly possible, even though his heart screamed not to.

—-------

Sebastian returned to the Undercroft after his last class, pacing the floor as he contemplated his next course of action. He could leave, go back to being a mercenary, eradicating poachers, doing his best not to think of you. The only problem was the more he thought about running away, the more his chest ached, growing so heavy that he wasn’t sure how he kept standing.

Sebastian was so caught up in his own head, that he didn’t hear the gate open, or the fast angry steps striding toward him. “You fucking son of a bitch.”

Whipping around, Sebastian had just enough time to dodge the book being thrown at his head, Ominis snarling in annoyance when it didn't connect. “Where the hell have you been?”

Sebastian opens his mouth to answer, but ends up dodging Ominis’s fist instead as the blonde continues yelling. “Do you know how worried we were? Do you even care? How dare you. You think you can just waltz back in like the last two years never happened? You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

There’s no time to say anything in retaliation, Ominis’s fists flying at Sebastian from every angle, surprisingly accurate for a blind man. “I have half a mind to kill you myself. Save you the trouble of abandoning us again.”

Sebastian grit his teeth, shoving Ominis away from him. “You think it was easy?! You think leaving the two of you was easy?! I left to protect you. I-“

“Save it Sallow! You left because you were scared. Look at you, hiding away in the Undercroft, avoiding sharing a room with me. You-“

“OF COURSE I WAS SCARED!”

Sebastian’s voice cracked, echoing loudly through the large space. Ominis stood, a look of shock painting his face, before scowling again, opening his mouth to spit his frustration at the brunette. Suddenly the Undercroft gates slid open. Both boys turned toward it, panting angrily. Sebastian’s heart sank at the sight of you. You looked defeated, eyes trained on the floor as you shuffled forward. “Ominis, I-I think I saw S-…oh.”

He wanted to cry. He couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, either of you. He’d caused this, and he’d only made it worse by returning. Overwhelmed by the crushing pressure in the room, Sebastian did the only thing it seemed he knew how. He ran.

“We’ll continue this later.”

Striding forward quickly, he didn’t dare look at you, ignoring the way you turned to follow him, hand reaching out as if to stop his retreat. Ominis demanded he turn around, explain himself to you, but Sebastian was so close to the edge already and couldn’t afford to fall over.

“I have nothing to say to them.”

He heard the pained noise ripped from your throat, hands clenching and unclenching, trying to maintain his composure. They ached to hold you, to grasp you and haul you against him. He wanted to whisper apologies into your hair, beg for your forgiveness, tell you he’d rather die than be parted from you again…but he couldn’t. Couldn’t risk breaking your heart any further. You didn’t need him the way he needed you. You could live a happy life, with or without him.

Sebastian hesitated only a moment, before heading back into the castle, uncertainty settling in his gut.

—————

Now that he’d been discovered, there was no point concealing himself away in the Undercroft, so Sebastian started spending his nights in his actual bed. He and Ominis weren’t speaking, and the rest of their roommates were too nervous around the two to ask about his sudden appearance.

Things were tense for a few days, and Sebastian thought they’d stay that way, until he’s being shaken awake one night by a disheveled Ominis, clearly having been startled out of sleep. “Wha-What? What’s- Merlin’s beard wha- Ominis, what’s wrong?”

“I should be asking you that. You were thrashing about in your sleep, mumbling some nonsense.” Ominis stood above him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sebastian blinked the sleep out of his eyes, squinting up at Ominis’s concerned face.

“It was- It was probably just a nightmare. Don’t worry about it. Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.” Sebastian rolled away from the blonde, closing his eyes.

Ominis stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet back and forth as he spoke. “Do, um, do you get them…a lot?”

Sebastian turned to look over his shoulder. “Nightmares? Yeah, I guess, uh, I get them pretty regularly. I’ll-I’ll put a silencing charm on my bed at night so-”

“No, that’s not- What I mean is-… W-What are they about?” Sebastian stares dumbfounded at Ominis’s nervous twitching. He was clearly worried for Sebastian, and it didn’t seem like he’d give up anytime soon. So, he scooted over, tugging on Ominis’s wrist gently as a signal to sit down. Ominis went hesitantly, but let the curtain fall as he sat cross legged on the opposite end of the bed.

“Um, well…a lot of them are about...my time away, but…most of them are about the things that happened with my- with Solomon.” Sebastian glanced up at the other boy, gauging his reaction. Ominis furrowed his brow at the mention of Solomon, but nodded his head patiently, waiting for Sebastian to continue.

So he did, and the two spent the rest of the night talking. Sebastian told him about the places he’d been, and the jobs he’d done, the horrors he’d seen committed at the hands of dark wizards. He told him the reason he’d left, the fear that he’d hurt the both of you the way he’d hurt his uncle, his own blood. Apologies spewed from his mouth, and both boys shed more than a few tears, embracing each other once Sebastian had finished.

Things weren’t perfect, far from it, and all was not immediately forgiven, but it reopened the door to their friendship. Ominis reminded him that they were family, and no matter what lay ahead, he’d be there. He also urged Sebastian to talk to you, promising that you’d want to, even after the other night.

He wasn’t convinced, fairly certain you’d sooner put his head on a pike for his mistreatment, than try to make amends. Unsure when he’d even get the chance.

—-------

Fortunately for him, the chance came rather quickly after that. He’d been reading in the library, far away from the other students, when he heard quiet swearing somewhere off in the stacks. Closing his book, he stood up, walking towards the voice that sounded more and more like you the closer he got.

Turning the corner, he watched you stretch as far as you could, attempting to grab a book just out of your reach. He crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against another bookcase, watching you struggle fondly, wondering where you’d left your wand. You huffed in frustration, and he had to put a hand over his mouth, silencing his laughter as you put a foot on the lowest shelf. His eyes shone with amusement watching your fruitless struggle, and decided to put you out of your misery when you continued climbing the shelves.

His footsteps were silent as he approached you, reaching up and grabbing the book. You scrambled down, turning to object, assuming someone was taking the book for themselves. Stopping instantly, you both stare at each other, Sebastian finding it incredibly difficult to look away. Your eyes flit from his face to the book in his hands, and then back to his face before speaking. “Um…I need that.”

Sebastian has to beat back a smile threatening to split his face in two, instinctively wanting to give a sarcastic reply, but controlling himself for the moment. “I know. That’s why I grabbed it.”

Handing you the book, you take it gingerly, fingers accidentally brushing his. It sends a bolt of electricity through his body, awakening a need to touch you deep in his bones. He’d been so careful to always keep his distance, avoiding physical contact with you, mostly to preserve his own sanity. Sebastian knew he didn’t have any rights to you, and if you were to rebuild your friendship, he couldn’t become greedy.

You looked at the floor, biting your lip, before thanking him, and making to leave. He notes that you’re careful to avoid touching him as you pass. Even though he knows it’s for the best, he still wishes you would. Merlin, he wants you to touch him so bad. To brush his arm, his hand, anything.

But you don’t, and he watches you take a few steps, before turning around once more. “I’m sorry.”

Raising an eyebrow at you, he leans his shoulder against the bookshelf again, putting his hands in his pockets to make himself behave. “For what?”

“For…being weak. I couldn’t- I couldn’t help Anne, and…and if I were stronger, maybe I could’ve. Then you wouldn’t have had to…go away.”

Sebastian’s heart sunk. You…blamed yourself? You thought this was your fault? He tried to formulate a response, denying your ludicrous claim, but you kept going. “I understand why you…hate…me, but I just-”

“I don’t hate you.”

The words were out before he could even fully process what you’d said. Hate you? How could you think he hated you? Quite the contrary actually, he loved you so much it hurt. It often kept him awake at night, missing you, wondering how you were, pondering what could have been if he’d made different choices. How could he ever hate you?

A sad smile slipped onto your face as you gazed at him longingly. “You don’t have to lie.”

With that, you strode away from him, shattering his heart with every step you took.

—————-

It was a long while before Sebastian saw you again. He’d catch glimpses in the halls, watching you giggle with your friends, or scurry between classes. You’d look away quickly if you happened to see him, very obviously pretending to be busy with something or someone else.

You were avoiding him, purposefully acting like he wasn’t there, and it irritated him. He wanted your time, your attention, but he figured that this was his punishment for treating you so poorly.

Ominis told him to just talk to you, corner you after class or in the library, but he didn’t want you to be more upset with him than you already were, so he let you be. He was going to leave it that way, let you come around on your own, but then he also noticed how much time you spent with a certain red headed Gryffindor.

Jealousy burned hot in his chest every time he saw you with Weasley, a stabbing pain every time he made you laugh or smile, Sebastian hated it. He wanted you to look at him like that, to laugh at his jokes, to be his.

He watched you and Garreth heading to the library, arguing playfully, walking so close that your shoulders were practically pressed together the whole way. The last dregs of Sebastian’s will power evaporated, and before he knew it, he’d planted himself directly in your path.

You didn’t even look up, too engrossed in your conversation with Weasley, and ended up bouncing off him, again. Sebastian could feel your eyes on him, but he kept his gaze focused on the redhead beside you, silently willing him to take a hike.

“I need to talk to you.”

Sebastian tore his eyes from Garreth and looked at you expectantly. Blinking at him, you furrow your brow in confusion. “I can’t really talk right now. Garreth and I are-”

Sebastian glared at Garreth, daring him to object. The redhead took a step away, intimidated by the dark look on Sebastian’s face. “You know what, that’s totally ok with me. You, uh, go have that conversation, and I’ll get a head start on the assignment.”

Sebastian watched him scurry away, eyes narrowed, before turning back to you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

He crossed his arms, not in anger, but in self restraint. His fingers itch to reach for you, touch any part you’d let him, but there’s no way you would, not like you let Weasley. You looked up at him, a pinched expression on your face.

“Have I?”

Sebastian scowled at you, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t play coy with me.”

“Is it really ‘avoiding’ if you don’t want to see me anyway?”

Sebastian’s heart contracted painfully, the air leaving his lungs completely. “I never said I didn’t want to see you.”

Annoyance painted your features, lips flattening into a thin line. “Your attitude seems to indicate otherwise.”

He couldn’t help but respond to your irritation with ire of his own. “How would you know anything about my attitude, when you’ve clearly been avoiding me?”

Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose in a familiar gesture, clearly over this conversation. “Sebastian. What- What is it you want? First you’re storming out of the Undercroft, refusing to speak to me, and now you’re upset that I’ve been giving you a wide berth? I’m getting whiplash from the constant back and forth. So what is it?”

He stays quiet a moment, kicking himself for always acting like this around you. This isn’t what he wanted to say, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to dig himself out of the hole he’d created. Taking a deep breath, he lets his mask slip a bit, hoping you’ll listen.

“I’m sorry. Ominis and I had a pretty bad argument before you came down that night. I…was feeling emotional, and took it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

You folded your arms protectively over your chest, looking down at the ground. “I can understand that. You probably didn’t want to see me anyway so-”

There’s a pang in his chest, his voice coming out harsh, desperate for you to understand. “Stop saying that.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and he holds your gaze, pleading with you. “I did want to see you. I do want to see you.”

There was a deep hurt that settled in your eyes. Your voice a quiet, sorrowful demand. “Then why didn’t you?”

Sebastian has to look away. He can’t bear to see that sad expression on your face, knowing he was the cause. Biting his lip, he takes a few deep breaths, trying to get the words out, trying to explain himself. “I-I can’t tell you…right now. Not because- because I don’t want to. I just, need a little bit more time.”

Breathing uneven, he waits for you to yell at him, cast him off, tell him to leave and never return. Instead, you sigh quietly. “Ok.”

Sebastian’s shoulders slumped, wanting to cry in relief. Nodding, he keeps his eyes on the floor, not wanting you to see the excitement behind them. “Thank you.”

You both stood awkwardly, pondering what else there was to say. After a moment, Sebastian glanced up at you through his lashes, scuffing his foot on the floor. “I guess you should, uh, get to Weasley.”

Your eyes grow wide, suddenly remembering that you were supposed to be studying with the Gryffindor. “Yeah, I guess I should. Um, see you…later?”

Sebastian’s heart fluttered in his chest. Later. You said he could see you later. Nodding enthusiastically, he gives you a quiet ‘yeah’, bidding you goodbye as you headed toward the library. Sebastian turned, watching you descend the stairs, heart soaring.

Later.

——————

Sebastian didn’t want to push his luck too much, so he started with greeting you in passing, or giving you small smiles from across the room. When he felt a little braver, he started accompanying you to your classes, chatting idly about schoolwork or the latest gossip.

He found it more and more difficult to maintain his stoic mask around you, often letting a chuckle escape at something you said. When he did, he could see you bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. He wished you would. He desperately wanted you to smile at him, and would subtly try to coax one out whenever he could.

Currently, he strolled down the hall towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, excited to see you. Turning the corner, you headed towards him, coming from your previous class. Just as he was about to call out to you, a red streak zipped past him and smacked you directly in the face. You stumble back a step, rubbing your nose, before looking at the offending envelope. He watched as you bent down, a noise of curiosity escaping your lips, before opening the letter.

Your fingers had just barely lifted the seal, when the envelope flew up, shaping itself into a pair of lips.

“My sweetest love, not a day passes that I don’t yearn for you-”

Sebastian watches your eyes get wide, a look of panic settling on your pretty face. A dark blush forms on your cheeks as people stop to watch the howler scream its contents at you. A love letter it would seem.

“-your eyes are like the moon, big and round and beautiful. Your hair, like spider silk, soft and delicate. Your lips-”

You sank to the floor, hiding your mortification behind your hands as you crouched there. Sebastian stands there, dumbstruck, staring at the vile letter spewing its filth. You were clearly upset, embarrassed at how many bore witness to your humiliation. A primal need to protect swelled in his chest, Sebastian dashing to your side and snatching the howler out of the air, crumpling it in his hand before setting it on fire.

Noticing the screaming had stopped, you peek out from behind your fingers to see Sebastian scowling in rage. “Who, the fuck, sent you this?”

Sighing, you cover your face again, remaining crouched on the floor. “...Leander…”

Sebastian scoffed above you in disgust. “Prewett? Why?”

Your voice stays quiet as you shake your head at him. “...I can’t tell you.”

Sebastian clicks his tongue in annoyance. “You’d better tell me, or else I’m hunting him down and kicking his ass now.”

He made to walk away, ready to beat the daylight out of that cocky prick, when he felt a tug on his robes. Looking down, you’d caught the edge of his clothing in one hand, the other still covering your face from your crouch position. “Get back here, you brute. I’ll tell you, but you can’t laugh.”

Sebastian obeyed immediately, crossing his arms as he awaited your explanation. Sighing once more, you stand up, removing your hand from your face. You didn’t look at him, instead looking off into the distance, a splash of color sitting high on your cheeks. “I- He- Tsk. I complimented him in our sixth year because he was upset, and…now he thinks we’re courting.”

“...What.”

You scowled at him, embarrassed that you had to repeat yourself. “A girl he fancied rejected him, and-and he thought that it was because he was too ugly, so I felt bad. I told him he was very handsome and that someone would be lucky to have him one day, and…he thought I was talking about me. So he thinks I’m in love with him.”

Sebastian blinked at you, face carefully neutral. “Are you?”

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you begin to pace in front of him. “No! I’ve told him so many times that I wasn’t talking about myself, but he just won’t hear it! He thinks I’m too shy, embarrassed by how much I like him. It’s insane! I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Sebastian growled, fists balling as he made to walk away again. “I’ll make it stop.”

“No, you won’t.�� You yanked him back again, grabbing the loose fabric between his shoulder blades this time. It sent a shiver down his spine, images of your nails scraping down his bare back flying to the forefront of his mind. He has to take a few steadying breaths before he can turn and face you, praying you won't see the desire clouding his irises.

“Listen, he’s annoying, but harmless. There’s no need to be getting into any fights, he’ll get it eventually.”

Sebastian gave you a flat look, voice coming out monotone. “It’s been an entire calendar year, and he still hasn’t gotten it. Let me fix that.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the edge of his sleeve, tugging him along to class. “Alright you wild animal, that’s enough out of you, we’re going to be late.”

Sebastian huffed in irritated defeat. “Fine, but I’m burning every letter I see.”

“And the bouquets.”

“He sends you flowers?!”

“At least once a week.”

Sebastian grumbles, letting himself be dragged by you, wishing that you’d grabbed his hand instead.

—-------

That was a few weeks ago, and true to his word, he set every letter and flower arrangement on fire, preferably while Leander watched. Leander had kept his distance thus far, but finally grew a pair while you mediated a tense conversation between Sebastian and Garreth.

“Hello dearest, how are you on this fine day?”

Sebastian watched you recoil, scooting a step closer to him. He growled, irritated that he now had to deal with two Gryffindors vying for your attention. “Fucking perfect. Get lost, Prewett. They’re not interested.”

Leander scoffed and ignored him, reaching his slimy hand up to touch your cheek. “Anyway my sweet, would you care to join m-“

“No thank you, Leander. As I’ve said several times before, I’m not on the market.” Sebastian’s world came to a screeching halt. What did you mean by that? Had…Were you and Weasley…

His eyes shot to Garreth, who flinched under his angry gaze. The boy shook his head, eyes flitting between the three of you. Sebastian’s mind was spinning out of control, and he barely heard the rest of the conversation, or that you asked to see him later. Nodding distractedly, he didn’t say goodbye as you dragged Garreth away by the wrist, growing even more envious that you’d freely touch the redhead, and not him.

—————

Sebastian avoided you like the plague the rest of the day and well into the next. He couldn’t handle watching you flirt with Weasley, so resolved to leave you be until he could get his emotions under control. You weren’t his. You had the right to court whomever you wanted, but Sebastian wanted so desperately for that person to be him. He knew he was late, and he’d caused you so much pain, but still he hoped.

The next time he saw you, you sat in the stands with your friends as he gazed at you from the Quidditch pitch. You waved at Weasley enthusiastically, and the shy smile he returned set Sebastian’s blood on fire. He’d missed the fact that Garreth was actually sending that shy greeting to Poppy, who sat beside you. Sebastian ground his teeth together, determined to absolutely demolish the Gryffindor team. He couldn’t have you? Fine. He’d at the very least have this victory.

You turned your attention to him, smiling sweetly, mouthing words of encouragement. That smile sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. You had to stop doing that. How was he supposed to let Weasley court you when you kept looking at him like that? You could be so cruel sometimes.

Sebastian nodded at you, turning away to focus on the game. Imelda clocked his attitude change immediately, observing the silent interaction between the four of you. A sly smile painted her face, already plotting ways to fix this ridiculous misunderstanding.

The horn sounded, and they were off. Sebastian did his job beautifully, repeatedly scoring on the Gryffindor team, anger making him play more aggressively than usual. Imelda kept on the Golden Snitch, making sure to keep the other seeker away, performing elaborate aerial maneuvers as interference.

Imelda could have snatched the snitch at any moment, but she really wanted to wow the crowd, so she waited, trusting Sebastian to keep going, which he did. Imelda held off until Sebastian threw the final quaffle through the Gryffindor goal, timing her capture of the snitch just right, resulting in a double victory.

The crowd went wild, everyone rushing down onto the field, you included. Perfect. Imelda landed, easily finding Leander Prewett sulking on the side lines. “Prewett, it seems your love has come to console you.”

Imelda pointed a thumb at you over her shoulder as you scanned the crowd, searching. Leander perked up immediately, making his way over to you, hearts in his eyes. “That’s just like them.”

Imelda rolled her eyes in disgust as Leander took off towards you. Looking around, she spots Sebastian, sporting a rather cross expression, having been cornered by a group of giggly first years. Imelda strode up to him, waiting until Leander had approached you to tap Sebastian on the shoulder, gesturing to you. “Ridiculous. Does he have no shame? They’re clearly not interested.”

Sebastian cocks his eyebrow at her, following her gaze until it lands on your form, backing away from Leander with an arm stretched out. Sebastian ground his teeth together, a low growl escaping his lips. “I’m gonna rip his fucking head off.”

Without another word, Sebastian began shoving people out of the way, tearing a path towards you. Imelda smiles, patting herself on the back as she walks away. There, that should fix things.

—————-

Sebastian stormed towards you, physically moving anyone dumb enough to get in his way. He didn’t know where your stupid little boyfriend was, but he wasn’t about to leave you at the mercy of Prewett. Stopping just over your shoulder, he overheard Leander ask where your ‘guard dog’ had run off to.

“He’s right here.”

You craned your neck to look at him, and he could feel your eyes dart around his face, lingering. Sebastian didn’t dare take his focus off Leander, preparing to beat the ever loving shit out of him, should he touch you.

He didn’t expect you to spin around and throw your body against his. Sebastian’s brain short circuited, having no idea how to process the sudden full body contact, and then you were whispering in his ear. Telling him how proud you were, how happy he’d made you, and it was over. He was done. He knew he’d do absolutely anything you wanted, just to hear you say those words again.

Then, you were withdrawing, retracting your arms from around his neck, and he wouldn’t have it. Sebastian’s arms shot around you, clamping them around your body so you couldn’t leave. He shoved his face into your neck, savoring the feel of your soft skin on his cheeks. “Please don’t stop.”

Apologies were spilling from your lips, you thought he’d be upset that you’d touched him thoughtlessly. On the contrary, he should be the one apologizing to you. The floodgates were open, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself anymore, he didn’t think he physically could.

You asked him why, why had he avoided your touch. Before he could think, the words spilled out of his mouth. “I didn’t want to become greedy.”

Sebastian squeezed you, burying himself as far as he could go. Pleading with you to hold him a bit longer. “I’m sorry. This is…the first hug I’ve gotten in…a long time. Could you just- could you just stay…here, with me?”

And you did. You put your hand in his sweaty hair, and held him as tight as you could, until he was called away by the team. Sebastian took one more second, giving you one last squeeze, before reluctantly parting from you. His hands lingered, relishing the feel of you a moment longer before he wished you goodnight.

—————

Sebastian had lost all self restraint, starved for your touch at every waking moment. Even when he was already pressed against you, it never felt like enough. You didn’t seem like you minded, actually, he thought you enjoyed it, grabbing his elbow or pushing your thigh against his unprompted.

His head was in the clouds, opening up to you more and more every day. However, there was something in your eyes, a question that was left unanswered. Sebastian knew he had to tell you, knew it was time, he just wasn’t sure when it’d be the right time.

The right time came as you studied together in the Undercroft, laughing about an unfortunate incident involving Ominis in your sixth year. You’d gotten quiet, withdrawing from him a bit, and he hated it. So, he told you. He told you of his travels, his escapades…his fears, sure that you’d leave, never to speak to him again.

Instead, you cried. With him. For him.

You asked his reason for coming back, and he couldn’t give you anything but the truth, trying to convey everything he felt for you in a few short words. “I missed you. So much.”

More tears began pooling in your eyes again, Sebastian’s hand on your face ready to catch them. “Then…When I saw you…why-”

“I was afraid. I didn’t know what to say. You looked like I’d carved your heart out of your chest and ripped it to shreds. I thought that I’d made a mistake…coming back, so I decided you’d be better off without me.”

Your hand clutched his wrist, eyes wide as you feared he would disappear. Sebastian didn’t think he could, not with the terrified look you gave him. He’d sooner drown then be the reason for that look on your face again.

Matching tears fell from his eyes, his gaze both sorrowful and loving. “...but I couldn’t stay away. I tried to, but every time you looked at me…I couldn’t get enough, and I hated myself for it. I still do.”

A pathetic sound burst from your throat, Sebastian’s thumb automatically collecting the new tears streaming down your face. “If I was a stronger man, I’d let you go, but…I’m not.”

The dam broke on the last of your composure, and he pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest, whispering apologies into your skin.

It was over for Sebastian. You were it for him. There would never be another so long as you walked this earth, and even for an eternity after. He was yours, whether you wanted him or not.

—-------

“Sebastian!”

You struggled in Sebastian’s grip as he carried you away from Garreth, uncaring whatever conversation he’d interrupted. He’d seen Weasley take your hands, nervous smile on the boy's lips, and had quite literally stolen you away.

If you still wanted Weasley in the end, fine, he’d find a way to cope, but he’d be damned if he went down without a fight.

Marching down to the Undercroft with you slung over his shoulder, he kept a tight grip and ignored your complaining. Eventually you settled, your expression annoyed when he finally put you down.

“What the hell was that?”

You’d crossed your arms, and Sebastian couldn’t help but find your grumpy demeanor adorable. He mirrored your stance, bypassing an explanation and getting straight to the point.

“Go on a date with me.”

You looked at him like he had two heads. Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest, awaiting your answer nervously.

“...What.”

Huffing, he tightens his arms, attempting to shield his heart from your rejection. “You’d probably prefer someone like Weasley, but I’m throwing my hat in the ring. Go on a date with me.”

Sebastian could see the whispers of a blush forming on your face, before you furrowed your brows in annoyance. “And this is how you’re asking?”

What? He’d never done this before, but he was pretty sure this is how it went. How else was he supposed to ask? “How else am I supposed to ask?”

You rolled your eyes, looking away from him in annoyance. “Whatever. It’s not like there’s even a ring to throw your hat in. It’s you, idiot.”

Sebastian froze, arms loosening as he stared at you in shock. “But…you told Prewett you were off the market.”

“Yeah, for him and everyone else. You made sure of that a long time ago, whether you knew it or not.”

“So…you and Weasley…”

Groaning, you wipe a hand down your face in frustration. “Oh my- Are just friends. He’s actually confessing to Poppy as we speak, which you so rudely interrupted when you decided to act like a barbarian.”

Sebastian takes a step forward, and then another, and another, until he’s just half a step away, staring at you in wonder. There’s something bubbling in his chest, hands itching to touch you. “So…I can have you? Am-Am I allowed to?”

“Oh for the love of-“ Then you were kissing him. Yanking him down to you, to smash your lips together. Sebastian’s heart beat wildly in his chest, head dizzy from trying to keep up with your confession. You pulled away just a bit, holding his tie taught to keep him from going too far. “Get it together, Sallow. You’re embarrassing me.”

All the air had left Sebastian’s lungs when you’d kissed him, now he sucked in a deep breath, an unfamiliar feeling blossoming inside him. It started out small, a quiet rumble, but then quickly grew into loud giddy laughter. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this, felt like this, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He grabbed your face in both his hands, pulling you close.

“I fucking love you.”

Sebastian kissed you again, fighting against the joyous grin splitting his face. He couldn’t contain his excitement, peppering quick kisses onto every bit of skin he could reach, dragging you as close as possible, desperately trying to fuse your bodies together.

Eventually, he couldn’t resist the temptation of your lips any longer, returning to them greedily. “You’re telling me *kiss* I could have *kiss* been kissing you-” He groaned as he kissed you again, his tongue licking your bottom lip insistently. “-this whole time?”

Sebastian couldn’t stop, already addicted to your taste. A hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back further as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.

“Yeah, you’re mmff-*kiss* -fucking late.”

He gave you one last chaste kiss before pulling away, lips still brushing yours, smiling sweetly. “Guess I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

—————

You were swiftly approaching the end of your time at Hogwarts, Sebastian finally happy after two long years of misery.

Well, except for right now. Right now he was wildly put out. He stood down the hall from you, watching Garreth causally place a hand on your shoulder as you snickered together. Sebastian hated it, hated the way you just let the redhead touch you, the way you always let him into your space.

Weasley kept a respectable distance from you when Sebastian was around, but it seemed like that space shrunk significantly when he wasn’t. Anxiety filled his chest. What if you started to prefer spending time with Weasley? The Gryffindor was energetic, fun to be around, easy to talk to. Your face always lit up around him, the envious pit growing in Sebastian’s stomach when the redhead made you laugh. Logically, he knew Garreth and Poppy were courting, but the jealous, irrational part of his brain couldn’t help but over analyse every interaction between the two of you.

Sebastian was so afraid you’d realize you could do better, deserved more than he could give you, and that fear drove his growing anger as he watched you. Glancing over at him, your smile dropped immediately, silently asking what was wrong.

Sebastian turned on his heel, walking away as quickly as possible. He wanted to have a proper conversation about this, and right now, he felt he was too volatile to do so.

He hoped you wouldn’t follow him, somehow sensing he needed some time to calm down, but of course you did, shoving through the crowded halls as fast as possible to keep up.

He’d made it all the way to The Bell Tower Courtyard, miraculously devoid of any other students, when you finally caught him. You grabbed his wrist gently, forcing him to stop, but he refused to look at you. “Hey, hey, hey. My love, what’s wrong? Where are you going so quickly?”

Sebastian took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself before speaking. “It’s nothing. Go back to Weasley.”

You take a step towards him, and he flinches away on instinct, feeling a bit like a wild animal backed into a corner. He can feel you stop abruptly, hesitating, but ultimately dropped his wrist, leaving more space between you than there’d been in months.

“Sebastian wha- what does Garreth have to do with anything? Why are you upset with him?”

Without thinking, he whirls on you, his rage spilling out of his mouth in an angry torrent. “I’m upset with you.”

Shock sprang to life on your face, a hand covering your heart protectively. He’d never yelled at you like this, and he could see the gears turning in your head as you tried to comprehend his ire. “I’m sorry, my love, I don’t- I don’t understand what-”

“You keep flirting with him! Every time you’re together all you do is smile, and laugh, and let him put his hands on you. And I’m forced to sit there and watch, pretending like it doesn’t bother me, like I don’t want to tear his head off every time he even glances at you.”

“Sebastian, he’s courting Poppy. You know that. Why-”

“You think that matters?!” His voice cracks, letting you hear all the hurt, all the fear he’d been bottling up inside. “You always look so happy when you’re with him. What if- What if you fall in love with him? Or the next Garreth? You don’t think he’d jump on the chance to be with you? You could show anyone a modicum of interest, and they’d fall at your feet. Look at Leander! You gave him an offhanded compliment two years ago and he still tries to send you flowers.”

Sebastian can’t get enough air in his lungs, his thoughts irrational as he continues to berate you with his insecurities.

“Sebastian, we’re friends. I- Those are normal things for friends to-”

“Bullshit!”

He watches you flinch at his volume, sees the tears gathering in your eyes, and he wants to stop. Merlin, he wants to stop yelling at you. You didn’t deserve this from him, not after everything he’d put you through, but the wicked voice in the back of his head kept egging him on, convincing him you’d leave. You’d realize a happy sun filled life with Weasley was better than a miserable broken one with him.

Your eyebrows furrowed, irritated by his aggressive outburst. “What about you, huh? You think I enjoy watching everyone constantly throw themselves all over you? You think I like knowing you’re the whole school’s wet dream? Because you are! All anyone ever talks about is how badly they want to fuck you.”

Why would you care? How could other people possibly matter to him when all he could think about was you? Every waking minute of his life he thought of you. No one else could hold a candle to how much he loved you. His lips drew back from his teeth, a harsh bite in his words. “I don’t care if I’m their wet dream! I only care that I’m your wet dream!”

“Don’t even try to be cute right now!”

“I’m not trying to be cute. I’m telling you how I fucking feel!”

Annoyance clear in your eyes, you sigh in frustration. “Here’s the difference Sebastian, I trust you. I trust that you’re not going to fuck around with anyone else. You apparently don't share the same sentiment. Garreth is my friend, and I will not throw him away just because you don’t trust me. He’s a good person, and he was there for me when-”

You slammed your lips shut before you could finish, but Sebastian knew. He knew what you were about to say, and he really couldn’t blame you. That didn’t stop the pit from opening up in his stomach, sure that this would be your final straw and you’d leave. He’d hurt you, and you’d forgiven him, and now he was hurting you again.

“When what? Go on. Say it.”

The tears returned to your eyes, but Sebastian couldn’t see them past the inner turmoil consuming him. “Stop it.”

He couldn’t stop the wounded, angry words from spilling out, no matter how much he wanted to. “When I wasn’t. That’s what you were going to say, right? That he was there when I wasn’t? Well, I apologize. Please, finish what the two of you started.”

The tears finally spilled over your lashes, jolting Sebastian out of his blind rage. He watched them roll down your cheeks, realizing the damage he’d done, an apology at the tip of his tongue. You didn’t let him get that far, swiftly turning and walking away, leaving him to play catch up.

This wasn’t what he wanted to happen, how he wanted this conversation to go. Sebastian fucked up. He didn’t mean…He didn’t mean any of it, but you were already gone by the time he’d called your name.

—————

Sebastian tore through the castle, asking everyone and anyone if they’d seen you, not a clue where you’d taken the floo flame to. Night fell by the time he’d searched the entire building, looking in every nook and cranny he saw. He wasn’t even sure if you were still on school grounds at this point, trying to think of places you’d feel safe enough to go outside of Hogwarts.

Wracking his brain, he was too distracted to hear someone screaming his name, footsteps pounding towards him. A body collided with his and Sebastian barely managed to steady them both, speaking frantically. “Baby, I’m-“

He looked up, expecting to see you, ready to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. Instead he’s met with Poppy’s wide frightened eyes, her chest heaving from exertion. “Um Po-Poppy what-“

“Forbidden F-Forest. You-You have to go.”

Sebastian furrowed his brows, shaking his head, not understanding. “Forbidden F- Poppy, what’s going on?”

Poppy started to shake, hands gripping Sebastian’s forearms as tears welled up in her eyes. “We-We found the fighting ring in the-in the f-forest, and-“

Poppy sobbed, trying to get her message out as quickly as possible, but unable to swallow her terror. “The poachers s-surprised us. They captured-“

More sobs wracked her body, her face hanging towards the ground, fat tears forming puddles underneath her. Sebastian could feel the dread sinking in, panicking as he feared the worst. “Who?! Who did they capture?”

Poppy wailed your name, turning Sebastian’s blood to ice. She told him where the fighting ring was, explaining that they’d missed a few poachers while they were clearing the camp. She said that you’d been upset, going along to let off some steam, and that you must have been distracted. Sebastian’s heart constricted painfully. This was his fault. You were never this sloppy, and now you could be dead because he couldn’t communicate correctly.

At that moment, Garreth walked down the hall searching for his girlfriend, calling to her, voice filled with worry. “Poppy wha-“

Sebastian practically threw Poppy at Garreth, breaking into a dead sprint, looking for the nearest door that would bring him outside. Poppy yelled for him to wait, that he couldn’t go alone, but he didn’t hear her. He’d be damned if he wasted even one more second. There’d be no waiting as long as you were in danger.

Bursting from the castle doors, Sebastian summoned his broom, taking flight immediately and heading in the direction Poppy had given. His hands shook as he pushed his broom as fast as it could go, grateful that you’d introduced him to Albie and his broom upgrades.

Sebastian got there in less than ten minutes, landing with a large thud, scaring three Ashwinders standing outside. He rose to his full height, glaring menacingly, voice dangerous as he bared his teeth.

“Where are they.”

The poachers swallowed nervously, glancing at each other before brandishing their wands. Sebastian snarled in rage, prowling forward purposefully. “Wrong answer.”

He let loose on the three poachers, killing them quickly. Slicing the head off one, he set another on fire, and tossed the last straight into a tree, breaking his back. Sebastian assumed there’d be more inside, and he didn’t have time to fuck around, not knowing the condition you were in.

Sebastian charged inside quickly, savagely ripping through anyone he came into contact with, uncaring if he killed them. Putting themselves between him and you was a dangerous position, and he relished their screams as they dropped one by one.

He kept going, growing more and more frantic the longer it took to find you. Sebastian combed through every room, coming up empty handed each time, desperation clawing at his throat. He slaughtered his way through the poachers, until there was one left standing, the man’s wand shaking in his grip. Sebastian cast Bombarda, blowing the poacher back, collapsing one side of the arena in the process.

He stalked forward, following the weak coughs of the half dead poacher through the smoke. The Ashwinder looked up, terror in his eyes as he stared down death, attempting to crawl away from his impending doom. “N-No please, I-“

Sebastian grabbed the back of his collar, yanking him back to growl in his ear. “Where. Are. They.”

The poacher shuddered, eyes wide with fear. “Th-They’re in the ar-arena. Th-Through- Through there.”

The man pointed through the large opening Sebastian had created in the wall. Sebastian growled, dragging the poacher along behind him as he strode forward, the dust settling as he scanned the large room for any other threats.

Arm shaking with effort, the man pointed towards you. “T-They’re right ov-ver, over th-there. S-So, so let me g-“

Sebastian’s heart stopped, you were kneeling in the dirt, arms suspended above you, face bloodied and the skin he could see severely bruised. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears, so loud he couldn’t hear the poachers cries for mercy. He wasn’t in control of his body as he grabbed the man’s jaw, snapping his neck violently, silencing him before he could finish his sentence. He didn’t once take his eyes off you, letting the lifeless body fall as he quickly walked toward you.

Then your neck gave out, head falling weakly to your chest, and Sebastian started sprinting. He slid on his knees, stopping right in front of you to cup your head gently in both hands, pulling your face up to look at him. “No, no, no. Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me. Stay awake. Open those pretty eyes for me.”

He could see how hard you were trying to do as he asked, but he could also see you rapidly losing that fight. Swearing desperately, he cut your hands free, catching you before you could fall to the floor. Sebastian feels how broken you are, cursing himself for letting this happen. One hand moved the hair out of your face, begging you to stay awake. “Not like this. Don’t you dare leave me like this! Please, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t leave him. You were supposed to be mad at him. You still had to yell at him for being an ass. How were you supposed to do that if you weren’t here? You couldn’t go. He wouldn’t let you.

Tears fell from his eyes, his sanity slowly vanishing as the seconds passed. You struggled to breathe, the time between breaths becoming longer and longer. Sebastian went out of his mind, frantic to get you back to the castle, but knowing he’d have to hurt you to do it. “Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait anymore. We have to apparate back to the castle. It’s-It’s gonna hurt. I’m so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.”

Sebastian curled his body around you protectively, knowing it wouldn’t do anything against the pain apparating would bring, but trying nonetheless. His tears hit your skin as he spoke quiet apologies into your temple, praying you’d make it back in time.

Sebastian appeared in the middle of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, and was swiftly being torn away from you by the nurses there. He let them take you, knowing they could heal you, but fought against them when he realized they wanted to usher him out the door.

Hysterical tears cascaded down his face as he screamed to stay with you, reaching out for you as they pushed him back. He couldn’t fight against them, grief making his limbs weak, and they eventually shoved him into a separate room where Ominis waited, locking the door behind him.

Ominis hurried over, grabbing Sebastian’s hands as they tried to force the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, magic or no. Sebastian looked at Ominis, knees hitting the floor in a heavy thud as he collapsed. He cried into Ominis’s shoulder repeating how this was his fault, that if you died, he’d have been the one that killed you.

Ominis held him tightly, denying Sebastian’s self hatred as he quietly cried with him, praying for your survival.

—————

A few days passed, and you woke up. The nurses had tried in vain to keep Sebastian out, but eventually he would break back in, insisting on being there when you woke up. They gave up, telling him not to overwhelm you immediately upon waking. He pushed the next bed over right up against yours, much to their annoyance, but they let him do it.

Sebastian broke down when you finally opened your eyes, shoving himself against you, hurling apologies into your ear. You held him through it, soothing him with words of forgiveness and love, kissing him when you'd heard enough.

He kissed you like his life depended on it, pouring all his love and affection into the press of his lips. Over time, a need to have you crept in around the edges. Sebastian hovered over you, wanting more, his hunger for you growing with every kiss.

You laughed, reminding him that not only were you out in the open Hospital Wing, but were also still recovering. Sebastian huffed in annoyance, but relented, promising to revisit the subject when you felt better.

Sebastian didn’t think he was very good with words, always fumbling or saying the wrong thing, so he resolved to show his love physically, needing to please you to make up for his recent behavior. He waited patiently, as patiently as he could at least, until you’d gotten the clear from Nurse Blainey. Afterwards, all bets were off.

—————-

You’d reassured Sebastian that you were fine several times after being released. He’d been hovering around you non-stop, fetching you food and carrying your belongings, treating you with care and delicacy. However, once you’d convinced him of your complete recovery, he swiftly scooped you up, practically running to The Room of Requirement.

“Sebastian! What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, too focused on getting you alone. He’d missed you, missed feeling your skin against his, and he’d been so patient while you recovered. Bursting through the door, Sebastian was grateful that he didn’t see Deek, one less obstacle to get through.

He strode down the hall, heading straight for the master bedroom that waited, the room already knowing what he wanted. Sebastian kicked the door closed behind him before putting you down, backing you up against it, eyes hooded and panting desperately. “Can’t wait anymore.”

He couldn’t even let you respond, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, pushing himself as close to you as he could. One hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access, the other kneaded your hip, pushing and pulling like he was trying to force his hand through the fabric.

Sebastian licked into your mouth hungrily, moaning as he scraped your bottom lip with his teeth. Tearing himself away, his other hand came down to grip the fabric at your hip, tugging on it urgently. “Let me have you. Please, baby.”

Slamming his mouth back onto yours, he kisses you frantically before he hears a desperate ‘please’ escape from your lips. That’s all he needs to begin tearing at your clothes, demanding words finding spaces between kisses. “Off, off, off.”

Thank Merlin your top had buttons, allowing him to shed your garments without breaking from you, fingers clumsy in his excitement. Once your top was off, Sebastian brought his hands up, cupping your jaw, pressing a few more forceful kisses into your mouth, before dropping to his knees. He got his hands in your waistband yanking your bottoms and undergarments off together, leaving you completely bare before him.

Sebastian wasted no time, hoisting a leg over his shoulder, eyes never straying from your sex. “Yes baby.”

He licked a long stripe up your center, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste of you. Sebastian licked and sucked like a man starved, which in his mind, he was. Your hands pulled his hair roughly, suffocating him between your thighs. He moaned against you, burrowing closer, refusing to come up for air until you finished.

Sebastian looked up at you, watching you writhe on his tongue, and he swore he could climax at the sight alone. There were tears in his eyes, lungs screaming for air, head dizzy, but he loved it. He wrapped his lips around you and sucked hard, pulling a wail from your lips as you came, hips stuttering against his face as you felt him moan with you.

You finally released him, and he pulled himself away just enough to heave air into his lungs. Sebastian watched your hips twitch as you felt his breath across your sensitive spot. The hand in his hair moved to the collar of his shirt, tugging at it weakly. He got the message and stood abruptly, placing your leg on the floor. You leaned against the door heavily, watching him with hooded eyes as he disrobed. Sebastian preened under your gaze, crowding himself against you once more. “You ok?”

Nodding your head, you stretch up, kissing him again, trying to coax him back into a frenzy. “Are you ok? I’d usually be thrown on the bed by now. Tired already?”

Sebastian chuckles darkly against your lips, both hands palming your ass as he rubs his hard cock into your stomach. “Well, excuse me for letting you breathe for a moment. I’ll hop to it.”

With that, Sebastian lifted you up, wrapping both your legs around his waist, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he walked to the bed. He sat down, lifting you slightly so he could steadily lower you on his cock. Panting into your mouth, small whimpers escaped him until you were fully seated. He wrapped both arms around you, keeping you close. “Sorry sweetheart, I can’t-I can’t wait today.”

Sebastian started rutting his hips up into you, arms clamped tight, forcing you to take whatever he gave. He wanted as much skin contact as possible, and he knew how much you loved when he ground himself into you like this. You mewled above him as he placed wet kisses on your chest, rolling a nipple in his mouth, squeezing every lustful sound he could from those pretty lips.

He pistoned his cock inside you, making sure to hit every spot you liked, until he couldn’t take it anymore, lifting you slightly to scoot back on the bed. He laid on his back, bringing you with him as he planted his feet on the mattress. Wrapping one arm up your back to keep you close, he used the other to help you stay on his cock as he fucked you in earnest.

He drank in every delicious sound, savoring every time you called his name. A primal need clawed at his chest, wanting his name to be the only word you remembered. “Oh baby, you feel so- fuck!- you feel so good.”

Sebastian whimpered as you came again, hips grinding up into you, prolonging your orgasm. He rolled the two of you over, laying you on your side, mirroring your position from the Hospital Wing.

Sebastian peppered kisses all over your face, hips still pumping in and out of you. You whined at him, complaining about the sensitivity. “My love, it’s-it’s too much. I can-can’t go anymore.”

Sebastian trailed frantic kisses down your neck, moving to speak directly in your ear. “I know, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Give me one more. Please? Just one more.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he relished the burn of your nails on his back. He gripped one leg, pulling it over his hip, giving him more room to fuck his cock into you. “Come on, baby. One more. Yes!- That’s it! Oh my-you’re squeezing me so good, sweetheart.”

Sebastian rutted into you harder, your walls tightening around him so nicely. He could feel your orgasm approaching, you just needed a push. “Please, my love. I wanna cum so bad, but you-oh!- you have to first. Come on. Come on! Yes, yes, yes!”

Sebastian felt your walls constrict and flutter around him, catapulting him into his own orgasm. He cried your name and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to keen in his ear, squeezing him harder. His hips twitched, milking as many spasms from you as possible, whispering praises into your neck. “Yes, baby. So good. You’re so good. I love you so much.”

Finally his hips stopped, but he didn’t pull out, choosing to just rest there for a moment, purring as he kissed your skin possessively. “My love. Mine. All mine.”

You could do nothing but lay pliant against him, brain fogged over in post coital bliss, eye fluttering shut in exhaustion.

—————

Sebastian lay there with you for a long time, caressing your bare skin, quietly proclaiming how much he loved you. Eventually you cracked an eye open, pouting about how sore you were. He’d smiled, running his nose along the side of your neck before placing a kiss behind your ear.

Scooping you up once more, he carried you into the attached bathroom, the claw foot tub already filled with warm water, the steam rolling off the surface invitingly. He stepped in carefully, hissing as the hot water enveloped you both when he sat down. You were laid on his chest, settled between his legs, head tucked into the crook of his neck. He dipped his hands under the surface, letting the water heat them before placing the palms on your back, fingers kneading the skin soothingly.

Humming in pleasure, he feels you sink into him, one hand resting on his chest as the other circled his waist, holding him lightly. You’re quiet for a moment, deep in thought before whispering to him hesitantly.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Sebastian looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, baby.”

Lifting your head, your anxious eyes meet his confused ones. “I- But do you feel loved?”

Sebastian sits up a little more, confusion turning to concern. “Sweetheart, wha-“

“It’s just-…I keep thinking about what you said the other day, and… I just can’t help wondering if you don’t feel loved in this relationship. Because you are. Sebastian, I love you so much-“ Tears pooled in your eyes, and Sebastian’s heart broke a little bit at the sight.

“Sweetheart, I-…I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. It had nothing to do with you. I was battling a lot of my own insecurities and I blamed you, which wasn’t fair.” Sebastian grabbed the hand on his chest gently, tenderly placing a kiss on your wrist, then one on every finger tip, and the last one on your palm. “I know you love me, ok? You remind me every day, and I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise.”

Sebastian placed your hand back on his chest, holding it there affectionately as the other traced idle circles on your shoulder blade. He let you process his words for a moment, prompting a response from you with a quiet ‘Ok?’. Nodding, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck, relaxing once more.

Placing a few loving kisses on your temple, Sebastian sighed in contentment, squeezing your wrist teasingly. “Ready for round two?”

He laughed at your bewildered expression, hugging you tighter against him.

“Round two?! You mean that was only round one?!”

Laughing some more, he brought a hand up to caress your cheek, moving a stand of hair out of your eyes. “You didn’t really think I’d be satisfied with just that, did you? Come on now, I’ve been so good. Don’t you think you should let me have my fill?”

Flopping down on top of him again, you let out a resigned sigh. “You beast.”

Sebastian cradled you in both arms, a happy smile painting his lips, letting you relax a bit longer. “Not my fault. You did this to me, now you have to live with the consequences.”

“Me?!”

“I’m ruined. No one else will do.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #fluff #fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hurt/comfort

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I have another request, if your comfortable with Could this knew be Sebastian Sallow X reader X Ominis Gaunt (if not just pick one of the two boys)

The reader is secretly Rookwood's child and is so afraid to turn out like him and hopes no one finds out about this but somehow sebastian and ominis find out and to the readers surprise they don't hate them and under that she's nothing like Rookwood.

Nothing Like Your Father (Sebastian x MC x Ominis)

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Lies. One word to describe my life; one word to encompass all of the untruths that plague my every day.

From the first time Sebastian had accompanied me to Hogsmeade at the beginning of the year.

"What interest does Rookwood have in you?" He had asked. Poor clueless boy.

"I don't know." I had responded. Lies.

I had been so careful- so very fucking careful. I had orchestrated every little thing that I could to keep anyone from finding out.

From finding out what you may ask? From finding out the truth of my past, the truth of my parentage. From finding out that I was the daughter of Victor Rookwood.

Yet, in the end of it all here we were. Rookwood had caught me unaware, too busy with Ranrok to even care what my father could possibly be up to. He took me as I exited Ollivanders, believing that I was alone- completely unaware of the two boys perched atop the roof of the wandmaker's business.

I knew perfectly well that as my father apperated us to the Rookwood Castle that my boys wouldn't be far behind- yet I found myself praying to any deity that would listen that they wouldn't. I had come this far, my secret had lasted this long.

"Fuck off, Rookwood." I spat at the ground in front of him as his lackeys held my arms behind my back.

My father threw his head back in laughter, "'Fuck off, Rookwood'," he mocked me, "Is that any way to address your father you ungrateful brat?"

"You may have had a hand in my conception," I growled, "But you will never, ever be my father. Not even if the stars fall."

Rookwood tsked, circling me and my captors, "Such a shame. I was hoping you would join me. The magic in the repository is our birthright, Y/n!"

His eyes study my face, seemingly hoping to find anything but the hatred that lingered there. He shook his head, "It's a shame, really. No father looks forward to the day they kill their own daughter. Men- take care of her."

Even though the idiots hadn't even taken my wand, I couldn't reach it with my hands still pinned behind my back. I closed my eyes, allowing my magic to trail out- reaching for any lingering ancient magic in the repository below. The familiar tell-tale hum began in my veins, and my eyes shot open, glowing the bright near white blue that I have grown accustomed to. The air crackled around me and the ground began to shake.

The two goons holding my wrists became unsettled, "Uh, boss?"

My father whirled around, "Just kill her, you imbecile!"

Lightning struck down from the heavens above, disintegrating the men who restrained me. Around me, the other Ashwinders began to shout.

"Seize her!" My father ordered, but it was too late. I had already retrieved my wand from my pocket. One by one, I killed the remaining ashwinders. Collecting the traces of magic their souls left behind, I felt the ancient power within me strengthen. As I dropped the last Ashwinder, someone began to slow clap.

I turn to him, my father, as he began to circle me, "My dearest daughter," he grinned with nothing but pure malice, "All of that fighting, yet not one unforgivable left your lips. You're weak, but apparently so we're my men." He shrugs, pulling out his wand, "You know what they say, my dear. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Bombarda!"

Expecting that, I easily rolled out of the way. Once again, the ground starts trembling. My father seems unphased, continuing to fire blast after blast at me- clearly attempting to stop me from focusing the Ancient Magic. The joke is on him, though. Over the past year he had sent goon after goon to take me to him, but all that appeared to do was strengthen and train me. I lift my hand that was not holding my wand, pulling him off of the ground.

I watched as he floated, meters above me, "You know, dad." I spat the last word with such distain, "You're mistaken. I do use unforgivables, only when someone really deserves it. Crucio!"

Midair, my fathers body contorts in agony. I watch him, allowing him to writh for a moment. I end the spell, allowing him a moment. To my surprise, he begins to beg, "Please, my girl." His body still twitches, "We can be a family again. We can be powerful together!"

I laugh- none of this was funny, but something deep within me broke. I laughed and laughed until tears trickled from my eyes. Wiping them and calming myself, I look him in the eyes, "Dad?" I watch as hope flickers in his eyes, "Say hi to Ranrok for me, he should be joining you in hell pretty soon." My fathers eyes widen, causing the reflection of the bright green flash as I end him once and for all, "AVADA KEDAVRA."

I drop Rookwood's lifeless body to the ground, and quickly follow suit. I curl my body inward, holding my knees to my chest as I sob. Every sorrow, every heartbreak- all of it left me as I wailed.

In my fit of agonizing sorrow, I heard footsteps approaching. I whirled up to my feet, wand out and ready to fight the approaching figures.

"Woah, there." Sebastian said, holding his hands up in surrender. My guard quickly drops as Ominis wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his firm chest. My knees give out as I begin to sob again. Ominis lowers us to we are on the ground, and a second pair of arms wrap around the two of us. Ominis murmurs comforting words into my hair, "It's okay my love, everything is alright. You did what you had to do."

In their arms, I sobbed until the teats ran dry. Breaking the silence, other than the soothing words from the boys, I spoke for the first time since damning my father to hell, "How much did you see?"

Sebastian squeezed me tighter, "Enough," there was a pause as he thought, "Y/n, why didn't you tell us Rookwood was your father?"

I shook my head, still refusing to lift my face from Ominis's chest, "You'd hate me. You'd think I was like him."

Ominis chuckled, to my surprise. I pulled away from the boys, sitting up to look at them. "Omi?" I spoke carefully.

"You really thought that I, a Gaunt, would care who your father was?" He smiled and leaned forward to put a hand on my cheek.

Sebastian did the same, placing his own hand on my other cheek. His thumbs gently brushed away the lingering tears from my cheek, "It would take alot more to cause us to even think negatively about you- but to hate you?" He smiled softly.

Ominis continued, "We are far too in love with you to ever even consider hatred."

Tears filled my eyes as I once again placed myself into their arms, "I love you boys too. Forever."

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orions-tears · 2 years

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Guardian Angel - Ominis Gaunt [Part 3]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Slytherin fem!reader

Themes: Angst, death of minor(ish) character, emotional distress

Part 1 and Part 2 of this series are linked!

It was finally Spring at Hogwarts and everyone was getting ready for their O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S. You and Sebastian, however, have finally found Rookwood. Sebastian was going on and on about how you need to take the fight directly to him sooner rather than later. You knew he was right, but when was the best time? You can rush in, as much as he would like, but if you take too long more people will get hurt. The two of you made a plan to ambush him and his Ashiwinders at the ruins. They won’t even see it coming. Right?

By the time the two of you had flown to the ruins it was crawling with Rookwood’s gang. How in Merlin’s beard are you going to take all these guys out? Sebastian, of course, had no doubt in your abilities, but could you really stand up to all these wizards? Sebastian assures you that no matter what happens he’ll do everything in his power to protect you and you both agree that you’re going in hot. Sebastian creeps up to the side of the parapet and stands up, aiming his wand at an Ashwinder.

“Confringo!” he yells, and a blast of fire takes out the Ashwinder.

You stand and aim your wand at another. “Diffindo!”

The two of you make your way down the walls of the ruins, casting as many spells as you can to take out the Ashwinders. “Levioso!” “Depulso!” “Incendio!”

Taking out the Ashwinders is the easy part. They aren’t exactly the toughest of Ranrok’s army. Thank Merlin there’s no troll here. You look around at that though, making sure you didn’t actually jinx it and conjure a troll somehow. The two of you take out a significant amount of the gang before you hear someone shout from behind you.

“Crucio!”

You hear the spark of the spell before it hits you. Your blood runs cold and you drop to the ground, screaming in pain. Sebastian looks over, yelling your name and runs toward you. He gets to you and looks up, seeing Rookwood grinning. He suddenly sees red and stands, casting any spell he can think of. You can barely hear any of it. It sounds like you’re under water and your vision is fading in and out. It’s getting hard to breathe as you lay down, gasping for air.

Sebastian takes a quick look back at you to make sure you’re still alive, but that was his mistake. Rookwood casts Dipulso, throwing Sebastian into a pilar. You hear Rookwood laugh and look up as he aims his wand at you again, casting Crucio once more. The pain is far more excruciating the second time and tears stream down your face. The only thing on your mind is Ominis. How could he survive this? All you want to do is let go. You want the pain to end. Ominis felt this and he was only a child. How could they? How could they… You barely hear Sebastian calling for you as you black out.

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“They never tell me about anything,” he mutters to himself as he walks outside, grabbing his broom. “Why don’t they ever tell me?”

He only vaguely knows where they’re going based on what he heard but he’ll just follow the sounds of fighting when he gets close enough. He hops on his broom and flies towards the ruins. Eventually he gets close enough and hears it. The loud Crucio makes his hands go numb and he lands the broom behind the ruins. He leans up against the wall, breathing heavily. That wasn’t Sebastian and it sure as hell wasn’t (Y/N). Who cast the curse? Which one of you took it?

He pulls his wand out leaning around the corner trying to sense where you both are. There’s Sebastian, crawling forward from the other side of the ruins and on the other side…no… No…No! He whips back around, clutching his wand to his chest. How..? Why? What were they thinking? He knew this would go wrong. He knew they would rush into this. No one tells him anything and no one listens to his pleas. All he wants is for them to be safe. For her to be safe. And there she is, lying on the ground. Please don’t be dead, he thinks. Please…

His brain feels fuzzy as he turns toward the entrance. He has to help but how? He points his wand out again, the tip blinking and walks in. There he is. Rookwood. He’s standing nearby, laughing.

“You two really think you could outsmart me. It’s too late. Your efforts are in vain.” He looks toward (Y/N). “I’m going to kill this meddling little brat and then,” he says, viciously, turning to Sebastian, “then I’m going to make you suffer, just like I did your sister.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen and Rookwood turns to face (Y/N). He raises his wand and grins. Ominis panics and his hands start sweating. What does he do? He grips his wand as tight as possible, trying to figure out the right spell. Rookwood points his wand at her and yells, “Avada Ke-“

“Avada Kedavra!”

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Rookwood goes silent and drops to the ground, his wand rolling away from him. Sebastian looks up in the direction of the curse and sees Ominis who has tears rolling down his face.

“Ominis…” he calls, struggling to stand up.

Ominis looks over at him and drops his wand. “I…I…I had to…” He starts shaking and drops to his knees, facing down at his hands. “I had to…”

Sebastian slowly makes his way over. “You had to.”

Ominis turns his face up towards Sebastian and sobs. “Why?! Why did you have to come here?!” His screams are pained as he chokes out the questions. He crawls towards where he remembered seeing you and paws the ground. “Where is she? Please, Sebastian, where is she?” Sebastian takes his hand and brings him over to you, stepping back.

He moves his hands to you, trying to figure out how you’re laying and feeling for a breath. “Please, please…” he whispers. He feels you breathing, just barely, and pulls you up, cradling you in his arms. He rocks back and forth slightly, putting his face into the crook of your neck and sobbing. “This wasn’t supposed to happen to you,” he mumbles. “You were never meant to feel this kind of pain.”

He stays like this for a moment and then turns his face up to Sebastian. “Nurse Blainey can fix this…right? She has to. (Y/N) has to be okay.”

Sebastian nods. “Yes. If we hurry she’ll be alright.”

Ominis picks you up and Sebastian grabs his wand. The two of them take you back to Hogwarts as quickly and quietly as they can.

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hollowwrites · 1 year

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In the Light of the Relic

Ominis x MC

Summary - Yay alternative universes!! This is a reversal of the Shadow of the Relic quest where everything goes tits up! THIS IS WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD!!

This is continuing my “What if there was a relationship system and you side with Ominis” BS

Also I just believe I could save Seb. Not with words I think I should be able to slap the sense out of him. It’s always effective.

This is already in my ‘Blindsided’ series but I understand if not everyone wants to read chapters of waffle

Warnings - Mentions of death, cussing, Crucio, angst, sad (Why do any of us like Seb and Omi?)

Word Count - 2199

This was it.

This is how she was going to die.

The Sorting Hat was certainly correct when it placed her in Slytherin. Pride was going to be her downfall.

After Sebastian had called her ignorant she refused to speak to him outright. Even when she desperately needed his help, like now, for example.

She sat back against a desk she had upturned in desperation for cover, flinching every time a spell ricocheted off the flimsy wood, sending splinters flying everywhere. Grimly, she thought how long it would take for them to find her body or if she’d attended the school long enough to become one of its ghostly residents. Everything went quiet when one the Ashwinders’ had rounded the desk, wand drawn.

“Thought you could outsmart us with a desk did ya?” He shoved the tip of his wand sharply to her forehead.

“Worked for a while” she laughed humourlessly before throwing a basic cast at his face. Her hand fell limply to her side, clutching at the gash caused by a Diffindo earlier in their fight

“Oh you bitch…Crucio”

Hot white pain ripped through her chest and radiated all of her body. The ringing in her ears was indistinguishable from reality and she couldn’t tell if it was actually happening or if it was part of the torture.

Oh this was different than when Sebastian had cast it.

This was unrelenting.

She tried to blink through it but her eyes remained unfocused. Shallow and unfulfilling breathes failed to fill her lungs as she gasped for air. How long had she been screaming for? Was that why her throat stung or was that also the curse? Her fingernails filled with dirt as she grasped for her wand.

Merlin, she wished Sebastian was here.

Or Ominis.

He’d been so tender with her after Sebastian had cast it on her. She could really use those reassuring words right about now. Or a second wand in this fight. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to assuage some of the pain. An unpleasant pressure surrounded her. Not painful just, odd. But when it ceased so did some of the pain. Not completely, the Cruciatus Curse still emanated from her chest where the spell had struck. She gulped at air for the first time in what felt like hours, gasping at the sensation of air scraping down her throat.

“What on earth are you playing at?!” Ominis’ harsh tone shot at her “Oh…”

“Ominis?” She cried flailing outwardly, unable to focus her eyes on her surroundings. She crawled toward his voice, padding at the floor.

“I’m here, what has happened?”

She didn’t reply.

She grasped at his robes as he got closer, pulling his body down to hers, a soothing hand circling her back.

“We need to…get out of here” she grabbed at his forearms insisting he to listen to her.

“Don’t speak. Just relax it’ll be over soon”

“No…Ominis…dangerous, can’t…be here anymore”

“Evelyn…” he took her face in his hands willing her to look at him “You’re in Hogwarts. I don’t know how you apparated here but you’re safe. We can talk soon just…relax”

“….Crucio….” She whimpered

“I know” he pulled her back to his chest rocking her slightly back and forth, mumbling into her hair “I know”

It took a few minutes for the pain to alleviate enough for her to collect her thoughts. Her breathing now returning to something of normality, she heaved herself up and off Ominis. He remained kneeling on the floor next to her, hands outstretched still in case she needed the support.

Finally being able to take in her environment she struggled against what it told her.

“How did I get here?” She said voice ragged still. Her eyes settling on the bed she leaned against, it’s bright green sheets indicating she’d found herself in the boys dorm of the Slytherin Common Room. “I remember thinking …you were kind the last time…I wanted to see you”

“I don’t know, you must have apparated. Gave me quite the fright” he breathed humourlessly “But people can’t apparate into, or out of, Hogwarts. It has defensive charms stopping that sort of thing.” His mouth hung open as though he were going to continue. His eyebrows practically fused together in worry “Forget all that for a moment. How are you feeling?”

“Better” is all she managed. She watched his face shift ever so slightly. His brow still hard and knitted together, his eyes darkened in their deep sockets.

“Who?” He murmured through clenched teeth “Who cast that on you…again?”

“Some Ashwinder, but that…Ominis it felt different to when Sebastian cast it on me…” her eyes filled with tears imagining the pain once again. As though he could see the tears threatening to overflow, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. Once she took it, his hand found it’s way to her shoulder, rubbing small circles with his thumb comfortingly across her collarbone.

“Intent matters with The Unforgivables. Though it is true you have to mean them you can do so in different ways. Sebastian’s was a means to an end this…Ashwinder…wanted to hurt you” his jaw was tight “What were doing out there alone?!” He chastised her, failing to hide the pain in his voice.

She felt the anger from Sebastian once again, followed by the dawning horror that she hadn’t told Ominis a thing. Because Sebastian and Ominis were a package deal, she had inadvertently ignored Ominis this whole time.

It was about time he knew everything anyway. Sebastian was doing some stupid things and she’d promised him that after collecting that relic it would be the end of it all. But Sebastian was falling harder and faster than anticipated even on matters unrelated to Anne. She told Ominis everything. Her abilities with Ancient Magic, the Keepers, the Triptych, everything Fig and Sebastian would rather she not spread around. At some point during her confession he’d guided her to sit on his bed. He held her hand the entire time, reassuringly, nodding sagely and just, listening. Every other time she’d told people about this they, rather unfairly challenged her on everything, like she had any answers. She knew they meant well, but having someone just listen to her for once, really shone a light on just how overwhelmed everyone else had made her feel. When she stopped speaking for a while, finished with her monologue, Ominis squeezed her hand.

“Thank you for keeping your word and telling me about Sebastian. I’m really sorry if I seem selfish, Truly I am interested in your Ancient Magic and whatnot…”

“But you’re worried about Sebastian”

“…Yes” he sighed

“It’s fine. It’s why I told you. I’ve wanted to tell you all of this it’s just very overwhelming. This time last year I didn’t even know magic existed and now-“

“It’s okay” his hand giving hers another squeeze

“I’m scared for him, Ominis” her voice barely a whisper

“I…have an idea”

That night they found themselves at the Sallow residence. Solomon was away finding work so it was just Anne, Ominis and Evelyn. They told Anne everything unsure of how much she was actually aware of. She didn’t even seem upset, just tired. And considering this was all for her, she seemed done with it all.

“Why is he doing this, Ominis” she said flatly, her curled eyebrows betraying her sadness.

“He loves you. He just has a…ludicrous way of showing it” Ominis patted Annes shoulder.

The plan was to just outright confront Sebastian and make him see Anne wanted none of this. Anne had wrote to Sebastian asking them to meet and to bring all of his research. If push came to shove, they were going to destroy it all. If he hated them, he hated them. It’s the risk they all agreed to take. A few days were spent at the Sallow Household before Sebastian finally arrived.

“Sorry I took so long, I had to-“ he stopped briefly when he saw Ominis and Evelyn sat at the dinner table with Anne “-make some arrangements. What’s going on?” He continued, eyes narrowing and tone becoming sharper. Anne stood, shakily at first, but she knew what was at stake. She smiled at her brother sweetly before outstretching her hands.

“Can I see the research?” She asked plastering on a dainty smile

“Why are they here?” He barked

“Research. Now. Sebastian” she barked back, her charade now completely gone. Ominis stood, wand in hand. Not unusual for the blind boy but something about the way his hand wrapped around it’s handle made Evelyn uneasy. He shifted slightly around the table positioning himself in front of Eve.

Sebastian reluctantly handed over Salazar Slytherins Spell-book and the relic recently recovered. She took them both and pottered back to the table, her breath slightly laboured as she sat back down next to Eve.

Annes eyes darted over the pages quickly, a trait both her and her brother shared, more than likely inherited from their parents. She rubbed at her forehead taking in the words on the pages in front of her.

“This is-“

“Incredible isn’t it?” Sebastian chimed in almost giddy. Ominis shifted once again between Sebastian and the girls. Eves’ eyes flashed between the two boys. Sebastian didn’t seem to notice Ominis at all.

“Disgusting, Sebastian” Anne finished “I want no part of this” he looked distraught.

“But Anne…this could save you” he pleaded

“I don’t need saving!” She raised her voice “I’m sick of being treated like a victim. Damn it Sebastian, you’re supposed to love me unconditionally”

“But this isn’t you”

“It is now” her chest heaved from the heartbreak in her words mixed with the pain she was almost flawlessly masking

Something shifted in Sebastians face. Any trace of hurt melted away and was replaced with something dark. Eve recognised the look from when he’d cast the Imperious Curse on that goblin. He stood up straight, shoulders squared off and jaw clenched.

“Give me back the book” he demanded. This prompted Ominis to not-so-subtly shift once more. He raised his wand, pointing it towards Sebastian, and took a step forward

“No” Anne replied closing the book and clutching it to her chest. Evelyn picked up the Relic off the table and pocketed it, in case Sebastian tried to make a move for it. Sebastian chuckled darkly, looking around at his ‘friends’.

“You know, I could just take it from you. Give. It. Back” Each word he took a step towards Anne, not taking his eyes off her.

That worked to their advantage.

He didn’t noticed Ominis, seething beside him and approaching, hand outstretched, to find Sebastian’s neck. He pushed him against the wall by his throat, angrily pressing his wand deep into the skin at his temple.

“Sorry Sebastian. I have the monopoly on family trauma so I suggest you apologise to your sister” Ominis spoke through his teeth causing his words to come out as a hiss. Sebastian grunted as he struggled against his best friend. He reached for his wand but was halted in his tracks.

“Arresto Momentum” Evelyn snapped now standing, hand over Anne willing her to stay out of it. A deep irritated growl rumbled from Sebastian, struggling more. “Remember who you’re doing this for”

“Stay out of this” Sebastian shouted back at her. Ominis scoffed, flexing his fingers against Sebastian’s neck.

“Do you have any idea what you’re risking here?” Ominis spat twisting his wand deeper into his flesh “This is it now. This is the family you have left and you’re jeopardising it for some imaginary life you don’t know you can obtain.”

Anne gasped suddenly clutching her chest. The pain from the curse rearing it’s ugly head. Sebastian’s face softened as he watched his sister double over in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut unwilling to watch anymore.

“This is ending tonight, Sebastian. One way or another” Evelyn spoke not looking at him. She was attending to Anne holding her up as she screamed into her chest. Ominis felt Sebastian swallow thickly under his hand.

“Take…the book a-and the relic far from me. Let me go to my sister” all fight left him in an instant. His shoulders slumped and head rested back on the wall Ominis still held him against.

“Evelyn, grab them” Ominis instructed. Dispite not seeing, his eyes wouldn’t leave Sebastian.

“I don’t want to leave her al-“

“I’m okay” Anne’s words ripped straight from her chest, a deep guttural groan following her words “I’ve had worse” she smiled. With her permission, Evelyn took the book from the floor where it fell and patted her pocket to ensure the relic was still in there from earlier. She shuffled to Ominiss’ side, who only now released Sebastian, a deep indentation marking his temple. He instantly bolted for Anne, throwing his arms around her and sobbing.

“Let’s go, now!” Ominis barked taking Evelyn’s hand and dragging her out of the house. With his wand directing him he headed straight for the Feldcroft Floo Flame.

“Do you think we did the right thing?” Evelyn asked panting, a light jog forming as she tried to keep up with Ominis

“I…don’t know…”

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mamalunawolf · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted

Theme: Fluff, nsfw, some kissing, nudity, minors not allowed.

Victor Rookwood x F!Reader

Warning: unedited, sexual content (light), verbal language

No Minors allowed

Ft. Victor Rookwood, Poppy, Natsai, and MC

Characters aged up to 18

After the battle between MC and Ranrok. Amaya still continued to do what she did best. Defeat the renaming goblin loyalists. Raid poacher camps and attack ashwinders. The only thing that changed was the fact Victor ran off into hiding. Unable to find him except for Harlow with the help of Natty. Before she did have a slight crush on the man. Who didn’t? But she knew he was an enemy. Someone she could never be around.

Now it has been two years. She was in her seventh year at Hogwarts. She grew up. Matured. Still stubborn of course. She was more perceptive of her surroundings. On occasion if her friends were to tag along. Which she tried to avoid as much as possible.

She stood inside the forbidden forest that night. Hearing sightings of a man wandering the forest from the people of Hogsmeade. She had her wand out, her ears open to listen. The crunching of leaves beneath her boots.

“You know…it isn’t safe for a woman like you to be out here.” MC pointed her wand in the direction of the voice. “Come out! Now!” In the shadows, he appeared. Wearing his familiar top hat. His familiar physique stood before her. He gave her a smug look. His black and gray stubble on his face. “Rookwood! So we meet again..” MC sneered at him. He narrowed his eyes. Looking the woman up and down. He chuckled, his voice raspy as he spoke. “Now if it isn’t the girl…that took everything from me.” MC scoffed, “As if I take everything from you!” He shouted back, “You took my home! You took the repository that was rightfully mine!” He stepped closer to her. His wand gripped in his hand. His jaw clenched as his breathing became heavier. “I stole nothing from you, Rookwood!” He pointed his wand at her, he stared at her. Looking at her more as the moonlight hit her face. The subtle features that hid behind the loose strands of hair. She shot a spell at him, “Bombarda!” He fell onto the ground with a grunt, quickly getting back up on his feet. She spun on her heel and started to run. She didn’t watch where she was going as the tree branch caught on her uniform blouse. Ripping it slightly. Exposing some of her cleavage. Victor chased right after her. Finally she got to a clearing, the lake near Jackdaw’s Tomb. Staring down at her reflection. Victor finally catches up to her, “You are just a child!” MC shouted back, “I am not a child! I am a woman! I am not that weak child I was back then! I defeated Ranrok!” Victor growled under his breath, “Don’t speak his name again!” MC stepped closer, “Make me!” VIctor stepped closer to her. His face inches from her, he grabs her by the throat. Pinning her to the wall and his lips crashed against hers. A fire lit inside them. Something that was hard to explain. Her hands wrapped behind his neck. His hands gripped the sides of her hips. His one hand glided down the back of her thigh. His lips aggressively moved to her neck. Leaving nibbles and marks on her. She let out a soft puzzled moan. Her leg hoisted up to the side of his hip. His other hand traveling down to her inner thigh and feeling the sensitivity under the undergarments. Close to the entrance that was in between her legs. The feeling of how moist she had become in that sudden moment between them.

She shoved him off, “Enough! I can’t do this. I can’t be here.” As she fixed herself. Looking down at the bulge that was poking from his pants. She picked up her wand and with a crack she was gone from the forest. Returning back to Hogwarts. Victor smiled from where he was. He whispered in the open air, “We shall meet again…under…a better circumstance, my dear.”

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After that day, for the past few weeks, various gifts arrived for MC. Necklaces, treats, healing elixirs, anything that made any person blush. She even became infatuated with this mysterious stranger. Poppy and Natty sat beside her as a letter came in for her. “What is it, MC? Is it your secret admirer again?” Poppy enjoyed seeing the gifts since it brought more excitement to Hogwarts. She opened the letter and began reading it,

My little nightingale,

Each day, I watch you. I think of you each day and night. I hope you enjoy the gifts I have given you in these last few weeks. And the wait is finally over. There is a masquerade ball coming up. I hope to see you there.

S.A

A masquerade ball? Mc looked up from the letter and looked over at Poppy and Natty. "Do we have a masquerade ball?" Natty nodded, "Yes. We have it for the next couple weeks. It has been going on for a while. Now that we will have one, do you not have a dress or a mask?" Mc gasped, "oh merlin! I need to get a dress and a mask!" As she stood up and ran off towards hogsmeade.

The night of the masquerade ball came, Mc was anxious as she was against the wall of the great hall. She wore her mask over her face. Only her lips can be seen and her eyes. In the shadows behind her, a figure placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You look absolutely beautiful this evening…" the voice spoke out. She turned around and saw the man wearing formal attire. His mask covered most of his face. A skull mask that left only his lip and chin revealed.

"Are you…my admirer?" Mc spoke out softly. He extended his hand to her. Placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"Indeed I am. May I have this dance?" As he bowed slightly, her hand gracefully went in his hand. He was definitely charming.

As they danced the night away. His hand was on her waist and holding her hand. Her free hand was his shoulder. Enjoying themselves as she smiled up at him. "You are a really good dancer. I'm glad none of us stepped on each other's toes." Mc giggles as she twirled around in his grasp. The admirer smiled, "I learned from the best and now I'm showing it off to you. Shall we walk in the garden, my lady?" She nodded, taking his hand. "Yes please. I would love that."

Inside the garden, they walked over towards the bench. They both sat down together. Her hand is still holding his. "Tonight was wonderful. But I would wonder who you are behind the mask." The admirer shook his head, "Patience my dear. I'm going to have to keep this mask on a little longer." She nodded, "I understand.." She looked down at her lap and sighed softly. He took her chin. His fingers gently caressing her cheek. Leaning forward and kissing her lips softly, warm to the touch. When they pulled away. She looked up at him, his hands still on her face. "If you ever need me, think of me. And I'll be there…no matter where I am." He stood up from the bench, and let go of her hand. "I will miss you.." she said softly as she watched him leave. Before he apparated away, he bowed slowly, "I will miss you.." Then he left.

As the days went by, all she could think of was that night at the ball. Her fingers tracing over her lips. She walked aimlessly through the forbidden forest. Overhearing that poachers were abducting unicorns. She stopped behind a tree. Watching as two poachers were caging up the unicorns. One had a foal.

"Oh no…" she whispered. But what caught her off guard, was the poacher that appeared behind her. Grabbing her wand from her grasp and tossing it. "Now you have nothing! We got you now." The poacher laughed menacingly. Gripping her by the throat and dragging her towards the small clearing. The other two poachers grabbed rope and tied her down. She remembered, she closed her eyes and thought of the admirer.

Help…I need..help. I've been ambushed

A moment later, a figure appeared and took down the three poachers. When mc looked over and saw who it was. She went wide-eyed. "Victor?" The poacher he was holding gasped for air. He looked over at her and back at the poacher. "Release the unicorns at once!" The Poacher staggered up, "but boss?" Victor went to his face, "I said now!" The poacher began releasing the unicorns. Victor came up to Mc and knelt beside her. "Are you alright? Any injuries?" Mc shook her head, "No…but..you. you are my admirer?" Victor sighed deeply and nodded, "Yes…w..when I'm with you. I feel different. I feel as if time is meaningless. I regret all the things I've done. I want to change. For you." He looked over as the poacher had finally left. Looking back at her as he gently took her hands, "Forgive me?" She stood up eventually and looked at him. Leaning forward and softly kissing him.

Inside the bedroom, he held her close. Kissing her gently. His touch on her soft skin was enough to get her going. Her body shuddered from his touch. He placed her on the edge of the bed. Her legs closed together as he leaned forward. His hands on both sides of her outer thighs. His lips kissed ever so lightly on her neck. Her head tilted to the side to give him access. His right hand went up her skirt. Hiking it up enough to give him access to her undergarments. Slipping them off slowly.

“Victor…Please..don’t tease me. I want this as much as you do.” She begged, her moans suppressed into his neck. Her one hand on her shoulder while the other was holding herself on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with a seductive glimmer in his eyes. His voice low with a half smile, “As you wish..” With a swift motion, her undergarments were gone. Her skirt unbuttoned quickly. He grasped her white blouse and ripped it off. “Don’t worry…I will buy you a new uniform.” He whispered before passionately kissing her. Her hands went to the belt buckle quickly. His thick member sprung out. Happily awaiting to be inside her. He hoisted her up and lifted her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body pressed against the wall. His cock's pre-cum oozing slightly as it was at her entrance. His hands held her legs to his side as he slid himself in with force. Her moans were muzzled into the crook of his neck. Each hard pelvic thrust into her core kept going. It was what she imagined it would be. He growled into her ear as his hips bucked, feeling the warm moist walls that surrounded him. “Merlin…you feel good, my sweet.” Her nails dug into his shoulders. Their moans echoing throughout the room. Her lower abdomen began to heat up, a flame igniting inside her womb. His seed filled her insides whole, hearing him growl in her ear as they both climaxed together.

They laid together in the bed, her head resting on his chest. Her fingers tracing over his chest and arm. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

“So you want to take over the world?” Victor asked her, joking of course. Just to tease the ‘Hero’ of Hogwarts. She looked up at him and laughed, “No. Victor, that's not how it works.” She yawned a bit as she nuzzled into him. “Well as long as you are by my side. I wouldn’t have it any other way. How does that sound?” Victor asked her, a loving smile on his face. She nodded, “That I don't mind.” They fell asleep next to each other. Her soft breathing near him put him at ease.

“I love you, MC…only you will make me a better man.” He whispered before falling asleep.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #victor rookwood

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ephemerasnape · 7 months

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🔔HEAR YE, HEAR YE!*

My AUDIOS are now hosted on ao3! 💜🎩

For ease of access, and because I realized I have my own domain now, I am hosting all of my audios myself and posting them directly on ao3. All previous audio posts on ao3 have been updated to have the files embedded directly rather than linking to tumblr.

This will make it easier for everyone to bookmark their favorites!

If you're not familiar with any of these, most of them are x f!listener. No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC most of the time. It's safer to assume they are all adult-oriented although there are some exceptions. DR = Daddy Rookwood

➔ Victor Rookwood Shorts - DR x You

A Big Day - x MC A Bone to Pick - x MC All in a Day's Work - x Ashwinder Just a Little Blood - x MC Daddy's Pleasure - x You (GN) Dirty Talk - x You

➔ Bred by Victor Rookwood - DR x You

➔ Rookwood's Revenge - DR & Ashwinders x You/MC

➔ Goblin Supremacy

Goblin Supremacy - Ranrok x You/MC, DR My Little Angel - DR x You/MC

➔ The Rookwood Gang

Comeuppance - Ashwinders/Poachers x You/MC A Wicked, Wicked Man - DR x You/MC

➔ Captured by Rookwood - DR x You/MC

➔ Epic Rap Battle - Rookwood vs. Aesop Sharp

➔ Bait & Switch - Sebastian, Ominis & DR

➔ Welcome to Hogsmeade - DR x You/MC

➔ At the Mercy of Macnair - Poacher Stalker x You/MC

➔ The Pledge - DR & Silvanus Selwyn x You/MC

➔ Rookwood's Revenge - DR & Ashwinders x You/MC

➔ Battle Royal at Horntail Hall - Poppy Sweeting &/x? Poacher Stalker

➔ The Rookwood Gang - Ashwinders & DR x You/MC

➔ Harlot of the Highlands - Poacher Executioner x You/MC

➔ Sebastian & Ominis Shorts - Various

A Moment Alone - Sebastian and a surprise guest Talk to Me - Ominis x You/MC Bait and Switch - Sebastian & Ominis, Victor Rookwood Sebastian's Pleasure - Sebastian x You (GN)

➔ Today's the Day - Dark!Seb & Ominis x You/MC

and last but not least...

➔ Miscellaneous

Battle Royal at Horntail Hall - Poppy Sweeting x Poacher Pigtails' Revenge - Piers Pemberton x GN!Listener Epic Rap Battle - Victor Rookwood vs. Aesop Sharp The Sexual Obsession Iceberg - Various

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the-kcm-muggleborn · 5 months

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: None:}

Word count: 1k>

Chapter 3

Part 2

Edwart finally made it to Hogsmeade after a short conversation with Sirona in the Three Broomsticks. He learned he might find Lodgok in the Hog's Head. Which he did.

“Can I help you with something?” Lodgok said with a raised eyebrow.

“Hello, Lodgok. Sirona Ryan said I might find you were.”

“She did, did she? Did she send you with news?”

“No actually. I wanted to speak with you about something else” Edwart lowered his voice “About Ranrok.”

Lodgok furrowed his eyebrows. “Seems you have business with me. Sit, sit.”

Edwart sat on a small chair across from Lodgok as he continued. “Now I remember That troll attack. You're the student he's after.”

“I am. And I need to know what he and his loyalists are up to. I have to stay one step ahead”

“Let's say I did know. Why should I trust you?”

“Because Sirona does. And if you do not help me all our futures might depend on it. I am sure you are well aware of what Ranrok is doing. Not only to the wizard kind… If that’s not enough of a reason for you to help me. Sirona also mentioned that our interests might be aligned.”

“Well if Sirona thinks we have common goals. Then perhaps it is possible to trust each other.”

“Very well. I may know of something that could help us both.”

“I'm listening,” Edwart said flatly.

“A way to get Ranrok to confide his plans to me. Years ago, a heinous witch stole a sacred goblin relic. Rumour has it that it now rests in her sarcophagus Ranrok and I had a - falling out - a while back. The relic could well repair the chasm between us. in a tomb accessible only by wizardkind.”

“If I retrieve the relic. How do I know you'll tell me the truth about what Ranrok says?”

“We will have to trust each other. I, that you will not abscond with the relic and you that I'll share what I learn.”

Edwart was getting annoyed but he kept his cool. He could not afford to blow this.

“No Lodgok. It's different. I only care about information that you have, not treasure whatever it might be. You could betray me thousands of different times. Just disappear after a stupid and naive student retrieves what you need.” Edwart exhaled deeply.

“I understand your point. But you just have to trust me." Edwart internally groaned. Why did everything have to be about trust. Lodgok continued. "After you retrieve the helmet. I’ll return to Ranrok to try and mend things. The answers you need won't be instant. Hope you realise that.”

“Alright. How do you want to do that?” Edwart felt like a fool, agreeing to such a half-baked plan that would most likely lead to nothing else than danger.

“Gather whatever supplies you may need and meet me near the witch's tomb.” with that Lodgok stood up and left.

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Edwart was feeling blood dripping down his arm. He ran out of Wiggenweld a while back. The Ashwinders who had Lodgok's helmet fought aggressively and relentlessly which did bruise Edwart severally. He was currently quietly sneaking past prefects to reach the Undercroft. It was closer than the Room Of Requirement and he did just leave there a small crate of Wiggenweld potions. Just in case. Just in case of a situation like this. That was definitely more than he bargained for. And for now, Lodgok indeed did not share anything new about Ranrok’s plans. Finally, Edwart reached the Undercroft as he grabbed a few Wiggenweld from his crate. He sat down under one of the pillars. As he took a swig of one of the healing potions. He suddenly heard a voice that made him choke.

“Edwart? Is that you?” Ominis’s voice suddenly sounded through the calm ambience of the Undercroft.

“Ominis! What are you doing here?” Edwart could feel panic rising in his body.

"I could ask you the same thing.” He said flatly. “What are you doing here so late? Why did you skip dinner again? And why are you on the floor?”

Edwart took a deep breath. As he started to feel his head pounding. “You want the long story or the short story?”

Ominis took a moment to answer before he sat next to Edwart and asked flatly “Where are you hurt?”

Edwart did not expect that. He expected anything else. Screaming, anger, pretence anything other than genuine worry. It was unfamiliar. “I-” Edwarts voice sounded weirdly quiet. “I was bleeding from my arm. Other than that I just have a few bruises. I’ll be fine, I just need to breathe for a moment.”

Ominis frowned and leaned against a pillar like Edwart did. It took a few more deep breaths before Ominis asked again. “Are you positive, you are okay?”

Edwart just smiled tiredly. And spoke quietly. “I'm fine. I'm just tired…” They were sitting in a comfortable silence for a moment but Edwart felt Ominis had a question he was dying to ask.

"Ominis." Edwart chuckled. "You clearly have a question you want to ask me. So shoot."

“Would you mind if I examine your arm?” Ominis blurred out.

Edwart was so exhausted after the fight he barely comprehended the weight of Ominis's question. “But that would require me to undress.” Edwart said with a chuckle “Are you trying to undress me, Mister Gaunt?”

“Oh yes.” Ominis grinned. “I am simply dying to see you indecent.”

“Alright then. You asked for it.” As much as deep down, Edwart was feeling uneasy taking his upper clothes off, Ominis was a guy who weirdly enough didn't make Edwart feel uncomfortable. Ed didn't want anyone seeing his ‘battle scars’ even though that wasn't the case with Ominis. There was something that made Edwart nervous.

“Can you lead me to your injury?” Ominis said with a focused face.

Edwart swallowed thickly and took Ominis’s hand that was holding a wand to point at the hurting cut that was from Edwart’s shoulder to his bicep. “So this is how you ‘see’ the world?” Edwart asked with a small groan “With your wand? It leads you.”

Ominis was examining Edwart’s slowly cicatrising wound but just in case he muttered an unknown to Edwart spell that wrapped bandages around his arm. Edwart winced at that.

Ominis backed away from Edwart as he spoke. “Yes. My wand works as an extension of myself. I can navigate myself with it. I guess one could say it works like an echolocation.”

“Extraordinary,” Edwart said bewildered.

Ominis finally got up to his feet and exhaled deeply. “Are you sure you're alright?”

“Yes,” Edwart spoke quietly with a grimace. “I've probably made a mistake.”

“How so?” Ominis raised an eyebrow.

That was the moment Edwart decided it was finally time to tell Ominis everything he and Professor Fig were up to. As Ominis was listening he started pacing taking in every word Edwart was telling him.

“Let me get this in order.” Ominis finally spoke with a focused face. “You wield something called ancient magic, Ranrok and Rookwood are after you because of this ability. You're trying to stop them with the help of Professor Fig and some sort of ‘keepers’? Who are keeping something you don't know? And to top it off. The reason you got hurt today was because you are working with a goblin who's helping you gain inside information about Ranrok.” Ominis finally stopped and crossed his arms.

Edwart frowned a bit. “That about covers it. Yeah…”

“You are mad,” Ominis stated.

“Yeah. I guess I am.” Edwart looked to the side sheepishly. “It's not like I have a choice Ominis.”

“One always has a choice.” Ominis shook his head. “But I don't mean to judge you. It's just worrying how much people expect out of you.”

“Don't worry about it.” Edwart swallowed thickly knowing Ominis was right “I'm just sorry it took me so long to tell you all this.”

“That's alright. But Merlin's beard, that's a lot to take in.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Edwart finally got up to his feet stretching. “Do you mind if I slept in here today?”

“Not at all. You're welcome to stay here anytime you want.” Ominis smiled a bit. “I'm going to head to bed myself. I need to think…”

“Wait Ominis.” He stopped with an intrigued expression. “Please, don't tell Sebastian. I'll tell him myself soon enough.”

“Alright. I won't tell a soul. Goodnight… Edwart.”

“Goodnight Ominis.” Edwart frowned a bit. Thinking if he did the right thing by telling Ominis.

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Thank you for reading Part 2! I never trusted Lodgok, we helped him but he gave us ziltch informations about Ranrok. Ominis knows! I repeat Ominis knooows! Edwart got in trouble... again so Omi takes care of him! Next on Feldcroft. Don't ask me about the gif choice. There was nothing better. Thank you for reading! More to come soon.

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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years

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HEATHER

Summary: You watch Draco fall in love with someone else.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (friends with benefits)

Word Count: 3.5kish

Warnings: Swearing, angst, SMUT(18+), implied past sexual experiences, fingers fucking (!!), dumb idiots in love, anything else? Let me know!!

A/N: My first Draco fic!!! Writing this fic was slowly a 1k fic then quickly became over 3k!! Eeeekkk!! I love this. Hope you do as well!!!! I also got this idea by listening to “Heather” by Conan Gray!

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You walk, no run, into potions class as you stumble into your seat next to your best friend as you apologize quietly to professor Slughorn whom only hums in response as he continues to explain what potion is assigned for the day. You zone out his voice as you set down your books and proceeded to adjust your skirt down as you feel eyes on your thighs, like always, and you try not to look at those pretty grey eyes. You pull your robes over your legs.

You let out a sigh as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater as you peer at your best friend who is already starting to mix ingredients together which you notice include one ashwinder egg, three rose thorns, some peppermint, a powered moonstone, and quite a bit of pearl dust.

You rack your brain for what potion this was as you were fairly good in potions class. Maybe even a bit exceptional.

Your best friend smiles down at you, his pearly whites showing, as you watch him mix the ingredients.

“Like what you see?”

You blush slightly as you roll your eyes at him, “Shut it, Draco.”

He smirks as a blue-green tinted spiraling steam starts coming out of the cauldron.

You sniff as you tense up when you realize what potion this is.

“Amortentia,” you whisper as Draco nods at you as he leans in to smell the potion.

You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet scent of fresh cut apples with hints of cinnamon and vanilla, pine trees in the fall, and whiffs of sweet red wine on Christmas Eve.

All which is what Draco smells like to you.

You stiffen up as you peer open your eyes, scared that he noticed you leaning more into him, and watch as he smiles with his eyes closed as he sniffs the air.

Your scared to even ask him what he smells. You know it your gut that he’s not smelling you and it kills you.

You slowly let your eyes wonder to your other classmates as they all gush to each other about what they are smelling. You see Hermione explaining what she smells and notice how she also tenses up when she reveals the scents. Nobody else notices.

Draco opens his eyes and he quietly snickers to himself as if he is laughing at his own inside joke.

“What do you smell?” You ask quickly before you regret it. You grip your wrist in each hand as you lean into him once again.

He bites his lip and smiles, “I smell fresh lilies, lavender, and a hint of some type of fruit. I can’t place it.”

Your heart drops as you realize that’s not what you smell like as you try to keep your face neutral.

You bet that’s what Heather Umbridge smells like.

You peer over Draco’s shoulder slightly to try to catch a glimpse of her.

There she is.

She’s laughing and swatting her friends hand away as she pushes her jet black hair away from her pale face.

You see as her blue eyes keep looking over at you and Draco. Your heart breaks even more as you think about how she’s probably smelling the same scent as you.

“Is she looking at me?” Draco asks you in a whisper as you met his eyes. He has a smile on his face.

You can’t lie to him.

You nod and try to give him your best smile.

“She’s never going to go for me when she notices that you’re wearing my sweater,” he says jokingly as he gently tugs on your sleeve.

Your eyes go wide as you look down at your sweater which is in fact his.

Bloody hell.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you wish class could end already as you try to avoid his eyes. You know he’s joking, but what if he isn’t?

“It’s the first thing I saw after I showered this morning,” you explain as you face him again and he just rolls his eyes at you.

“I’m joking, love. It’s no problem for me, you know that. It looks better on you either way,” he says shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

But you know it is.

This is your favorite sweater and you know some part of you put it on because you want to make your claim at Draco. Even though in public, you don’t have any right to claim him.

But in some ways... you do.

You have parts of him that nobody else will ever have.

You have his first kiss, his first touch, his first time…

His first moans…

You slightly jump out of your thoughts as professor Slughorn announces class is over as he waves his wand in the air to make all the potions evaporate.

“Can’t have anybody using this,” he jokingly says with his signature chuckle and smile to his students.

You stay sitting as everybody shuffles out of the classroom as Heather walks in front of you and Draco.

You watch Draco as he watches her with hearts in his eyes. He’s mesmerized by her as he smiles dumbly to himself.

You wish he felt that way about you.

She’s a sight and everybody knows it.

She walks in her Slytherin colored robes. It looks as if she’s walking on air. You feel jealousy rush in your veins and you hate the way it makes you feel.

You feel like dying as you look at her and back at Draco.

Was this thing between you guys finally going to end? All the late night kisses and the tangled limbs under emerald green sheets?

All the secret touches?

Your heart was already breaking as you thought about what you’d be losing.

Draco stands up as he waits for you to follow.

You gather your books tightly against your chest as you try to calm your racing heart and anxious mind.

Professor Slughorn leaves the room as he bids you both a goodbye.

It’s only you and Draco left. He stands tall in front of you as he looks at you while he fixes his own robes.

“What?” You ask nervously.

“Don’t what me, Y/N. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me,” you reply as you start walking out of the classroom and he stops you with his hand on your forearm.

“Are you sure?”

You nod as you look up at him and he lets go of your forearm. He’s still watching your every move carefully and you know his mind must be racing. But he won’t question you any further. He knows you.

“I’ll see you at lunch?”

You nod and close your eyes as you see him leaning down. Your breathing hitches as he gets closer and you wonder if he can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

You feel his soft lips in your cheek as you try not to let your emotions take over.

He rubs your cheek and winks at you once you open your eyes again.

“Are we still on for tonight?”

You know what he means as his hands sneak underneath your robes and itch their way underneath your skirt. You melt into him as he wraps one arm around your waist. He pulls you closer to his body and you set your free hand on his chest.

He inches his hand near your core as you try to suppress yourself. You’ve always been this way to his touch. Always caving.

Always wanting him.

Only him.

His fingers teasingly touch your panties and you know you’re already wet for him.

“Already?” He asks as you feel himself hardening up against you. You nod as he pushes you towards the wall, away from the door, and wandering eyes.

“Always,” you whisper to him as you feel his mouth collide with yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you let his scent intoxicate you. You moan into his mouth while you drop your books to wrap your arms around his neck as he hikes up your leg to feel you more.

His scent blocks out all your other senses as his lips move against yours in an already synchronized rhythm. His kisses always made you feel fuzzy and warm all together. You feel yourself getting wetter as he continues to touch you teasingly over your panties.

You start feeling antsy as you try to rub yourself against his fingers to get more from him. He chuckles into your mouth as he bites your bottom lip.

“Always so inpatient,” he whispers at you as he pulls you closer to him and starts to kiss your neck. You gasp at the feeling as you lean your head back and shut your eyes to let yourself revel in the pleasure.

You bite down on your bottom lip to hold in the moans when you feel his fingers shove your panties aside and slip in between your folds. You grip onto him as he continues to pump his fingers into you as you feel his hidden cock rubbing onto your leg.

“Just like that, baby.” He whispers into your ear as he starts to increase his pace.

“So tight and wet for me,” he says as he sucks on the free skin underneath your robe. You can hear how wet you are as his fingers move inside of you and it only furthers your pleasure.

He continues with his fast speed as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you and you clench onto them. You feel yourself becoming a panting mess as he continues to lick and kiss your neck.

“Draco,” you moan out as you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he starts speeding up both rhythms.

His fingers inside of you go faster and he starts rubbing himself harder against you. Your bodies are both so in synch with each other, as always, and your stomach starts feeling tighter as you both reach for one another’s lips.

You reach down with one of your arms to feel his hardened length and he moans into your mouth when you come in contact with him.

It sends both of you closer to your release as you both start rubbing against each other. His fingers touching your most sensitive area, he muffles out your moans with his mouth, your hand intertwines into his hair, you pull and you see his eyes go back.

You feel his thumb start to rub against your clit and that’s what drives you to your pleasure point. You clench onto his fingers as his thumb rubs against you and you move your hand fast against him.

You bite down on his lip as you cry out in pleasure as you both release against one another. Draco moans into your mouth in pain and sweet pleasure. Your body is shaking to its core as you settle into your release as you let go of his lips, but he pulls you back in with his hand on your neck as he licks into your mouth with force and you melt into him.

You felt numb as he slowly sets your leg down after he pulls his fingers out of you. He watches you as he pulls himself away from your lips. He bites his lip as he pulls his hand in front of both of you.

Your mouth is still agape as you try to slow your panting down as he licks his fingers off. Licking off you.

“Taste so good,” he moans as he gives you a quick kiss.

You bite your lips as your hand is still on his hard cock. You feel the wet spot on his trousers and praise yourself for making him cum like this.

You both come down from your high. You fix yourself up as he adjust his robes to cover his trousers and you snicker to yourself as he shakes his head.

“The things you make me do, Y/N.”

“Do you think anybody heard us?” You ask with a giggle as Draco bends down to pick up your book and hands them back to you.

“I doubt it. This classroom is empty for the next two sessions. But I don’t care if anybody did either way,” he winks at you and you blush at his words.

“I’m glad we have a free period after potions,” you say to him as you both start walking out into the empty hallways.

“Yeah, but now I have class with Heather.”

You feel your heart tug in pain as you look up at him as you both continue to walk. He’s smiling to himself as you feel yourself consumed in hurt.

How can he make you finish like that in empty classroom and then go on to think about Heather? Does he think about her when his fingers are in you??

Your heart breaks silently as you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“Bye, Draco.” You say quickly as you turn into the first corner you see and run into the girls lavatory without letting him say another word to you.

You rush into the farthest stall and fall onto the floor as you clutch onto your books while tears stream down your face.

You gasp in a breathe as you wipe your tears away.

You knew this thing with Draco was never going to last, but it should have never been started in the first place.

It all started back in fifth year when you were both complaining about not having any experience when it came to the opposite sex, but not wanting to be with anybody from school.

No other boy caught your interest other than Draco and Draco found every other girl repulsive.

You already had feelings for Draco back then and you felt as if this was going to be your chance. If you somehow convinced him to be friends with benefits then maybe, just maybe, he’d fall in love with you too.

So thus that’s how you dumbly told Draco that you guys could be friends with benefits, secretly, and experience everything together first so it wouldn’t be weird and awkward to do these things with someone else.

Draco surprisingly agreed with no hesitation and it’s been that way ever since.

Fifth year was when he first kissed you underneath a peach tree at the courtyard in between classes when you two were alone. You both blushed and giggled together after. Fifth year was all about that. It was all learning how to kiss one another and finding the best way to do it.

Sixth year was learning how to do more than kissing. It was more about what to do after kissing. It’s when you both spoke about what else to do and experimented with letting his hands go underneath your skirt and yours above his trousers. It’s when he first made you finish over your panties and he ended up finishing in his trousers. You remember you both couldn’t stop laughing after and during.

It was closer to the end of sixth year when you let him go underneath your panties and you went underneath his boxers. You remember the way you were on his lap, his fingers inside of you, his cock in your hand, and how you both released at the same time that night for the first time.

It was euphoric and wonderful. It was something new for the both of you. You remember the moans he let out that night.

The summer before seventh year, you spent two weeks at the Malfoy manor and that’s when you learned how to make him cum with your mouth and you with his. The feeling was indescribable.

It was also the summer where you lost your virginity to Draco Malfoy. You remember how you both fumbled into the bed on your last night there before you went back home. You remember him asking you repeatedly if you were sure about this.

You remember how he opened you up with his fingers first, slowly and easily, how wet you became and how slowly he entered you the first time. You remember the pain that came at first, how you cried, but then how amazing it felt after.

You remember he never stopped kissing you.

How amazing it felt when he increased his speed inside of you, how you both moved in rhythm, the moans and sounds you both made, the way he moaned out your name and left bruises against your skin, and the way he looked at you when you both finished together again.

That’s how it always was with you two. Always together. Every. Single. Time.

You remember that’s when you realized you were in love with him.

That’s why you had fooled yourself into believe that just maybe he was falling in love with you too.

But then you left back home the next day and when you started seventh year, on the Hogwarts express, Draco told you about how he met Heather Umbridge.

He met Heather Umbridge because of his mother. His mother was friends with Heather’s and she was transferring here from the school of gifted witches. It was some other magic school in the mountains apparently. They had decided to send Heather to Hogwarts after her father got a job with the ministry.

You hated her ever since you heard her name come out of Draco’s mouth. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he said her name and you saw the way he looked at her.

But you still couldn’t end things with him. You knew there were times where they both flirted with each other, but nothing ever came from it. You weren’t sure if it was Heathers hesitation or Draco’s. You doubted it was his.

Now it was nearing Thanksgiving, you and Draco were still doing what you always did and now there was sex involved.

You managed to make it into his bed every night without fail. Draco had managed to gain the title of head boy of Slytherin this year and he got to have this whole gigantic room to himself.

He snuck you in nightly. You wondered how you had managed to fall more in love with him each day and somehow he never did?

You wipe your tears away as you think about everything. You sniffle as you feel so stupid to ever think Draco Malfoy would ever fall in love with you.

All you were to him was somebody to warm his bed every night.

Or at least that’s what you believed.

***

Draco watches you run away from him and wonders if he should run after you.

He doesn’t.

He walks to the courtyard and stands underneath his favorite peach tree, the same peach tree where he kissed you one night back in fifth year.

He remembers how nervous he was back then and how he wondered if you would kiss him back that night.

You did and he laughed at how nervous he was after. You both did.

He sits on the bench under the tree and places his hand on the cold stone, where you always sit, and wonders if maybe one day you would see him the way he sees you.

He didn’t want to keep up this facade that he wanted Heather Umbridge, he felt repulsed just thinking about maybe wanting someone else, someone other than you.

After he met Heather, he felt it would be a good plan to make it seem as if he was interested in someone else. He wanted to see if he could make you jealous.

He wanted to make you jealous because he was in love with you.

He didn’t think you felt the same way.

That’s why he lied about what he smelled in the cauldron earlier during potions class.

He said he smelled lilies and lavender because he knew that’s what Heather smelled like because he caught a whiff of her shampoo one day when she sat next to him in lunch. He hated lilies and lavender.

He didn’t even see you react to what he said and it made his heart deflate.

He wonders what you had smelled because you looked so tense and sad about whatever it was. He wonders about what scent engulfed you and he felt jealousy in the pit of his stomach.

He wants to tell you what he smelled. He wants to yell it at you. He wants you to know what engulfed his senses and made him want to get on his knees for it.

He had smelled you.

You smelled like a warm Christmas night. You smelled like fresh baked caramel cookies with a warm vanilla candle on, you smelled like a new bottle of your favorite red wine that would stain your lips after a couple drinks, you smelled like everything he loved all put into one.

You smelled like love to Draco Malfoy.

He sighs as he plays with his fingers as he notices students filling the hallway, once again, and he knows it’s time for his next class.

He lets himself think a little bit more. He thinks maybe it’s time to move on from you.

He truly doubts you’d ever love him back.

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Salamander Love

Request: Can I request a Sev x reader with some drama but a fluffy ending please it’s ok if u don’t want to. <3 <3

Requested By: Anon

Genre: Angst with a Fluffy ending

Synopsis: (Y/n) likes Snape, Snape likes (Y/n), the fires of love are almost burnt out.

Pairings: Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Warnings: Injuries and an Arrest

(Y/n) had thought having a crush on her co-worker was ok. After all he didn’t know about it so no harm done, right? Well, the answer was actually no. Everything was not alright.

Severus Snape was very attractive, at least to (Y/n), and that meant that other, more worthy, women would receive a slightly higher chance of scoring his affections. Like today, when she found her usual chair, next to Severus, in use by the new Herbology teacher, Alison May.

Allison was ok, although more openly flirtatious than (Y/n), and she wasn’t that nice. (Y/n) had met her at the beginning of the year when she came to the greenhouse for some burn ointment that Pomona Sprout had kept in her cupboard. Noticing the greenhouse sign had been removed, and with it went the sign that made the greenhouse a communal space and first aid checkpoint, (Y/n) entered the humid room. As she opened the doors to the old cabinet, a shrill voice yelled at her to - “Stop, thief!”

(Y/n), not listening, dripped three drops of the ointment onto her burn, then turned to face the door, annoyed. “May I help you?” She asked, returning the ointment to the shelf labeled first aid.

“What are you doing in my greenhouse?” Allison had accused, pointing a finger at (Y/n).

“I burned myself, doing my job mind you, and came here because it is the closest first aid point.” (Y/n) retorted, showing Allison the healing burn.

“That doesn’t mean that you can just waltz in here!” Allison shouted, “This is my space and I control who comes in.”

“Technically speaking, this is not your office, it is your classroom, which is used by both staff and students with injuries sustained outdoors that don’t require Poppy’s help. It’s a first aid checkpoint, as I mentioned before. And you would have known this if you hadn’t taken the sign off of the door.” (Y/n) explained moving towards the exit.

“Well it isn’t anymore, there will be no staff or students allowed in MY greenhouse without my expressed permission!”

(Y/n) sighed and took the chair that Allison sat in, between Minerva McGonagall and Dumbledore. She began scooping dinner onto her plate, her foot twitching under the table.

“Are you quite alright (Y/n)? You seem upset, not enough points for (Y/h) to win this year?” Dumbledore gave a short laugh into his wine.

“I’m not that proud, Albus. I’m just a bit anxious to start tomorrow.”

“You’re a natural with creatures.” Minerva commented, “the unicorns really trust you.”

(Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, not willing to let them know that it was a whole other kind of creature that she was being wary of, one of the crush stealing variety.

The next morning, (Y/n) had her bonfire going again, outside of the greenhouse, all of the salamander eggs had hatched and she was holding an adult salamander, while teaching the fifth year class about the one hour policy.

A hand raised from the back of the class. “Professor (Y/L/N), what about the eggs you have in a bucket over there?”

“Good question, Miss Bell. Those eggs are for Professor Snape, and are from ashwinders, not salamanders. They are so he can teach the NEWT students about love potions.” (Y/n) said, reaching down to grab a chili pepper, rubbing it all over the salamander.

A scream filled the air and a pair of hands attempted to rip the salamander out of (Y/n)’s grasp. “Don’t hurt the lizard! You are an awful person!”

(Y/n) passed the magical amphibian to her other hand as Allison reached for it. “Allison! It’s a salamander!” She replied calmly.

“I don’t care! You rubbed a spicy pepper all over it!”

(Y/n) looked at the salamander which was now chomping on the chili pepper. Allison’s hands were flying everywhere and (Y/n) was trying to keep her balance.

With one more push from Allison, (Y/n) was shoved toward the bonfire. All she could think about was all of the baby salamanders she was going to crush and how hot the fire was, before everything went black.

What (Y/n) didn’t know was that a certain darkly clothed professor was coming down the stairs and saw the incident. All of the fifteen year old students were screaming and all of the second year Herbology students were screaming. Allison, instead of helping the teacher who was, quite literally burning up, went back to the greenhouse to continue teaching her lesson.

Severus sprinted the rest of the way across the field as (Y/n)’s students were panicking and attempting to pull their teacher out of the fire. He flicked his wand and (Y/n) flew into his arms, her head pressed against his chest. “Class dismissed,” he snapped, before racing (Y/n) to the hospital wing.

Poppy was next to them in a flash and, before he knew it. Poppy was sending him to get the strongest healing potion from his back stores. As he left, worry filled his heart as he saw (Y/n). She had second and third degree burns coating her upper half, and Poppy was desperately using cooling spells on all of them.

Severus retrieved the bottle and hurried up to the healing room, hastily letting his sixth year students know that they had a free period. As he made his way to the hospital he was joined by Minerva and Filius, who both struggled to keep up with him as Severus broke school rules by running down the hall.

Flitwick gasped at the young teacher’s wounds as Minerva turned and sprinted onward to Dumbledore’s office. Both the potions and charms professors made their way to the bed occupied by (Y/n), Severus handing off the healing potion as he went.

Snape, at last, slumped into a chair and buried his face in his hands. How could he have been so careless, as to let the one person he had genuine feelings for slip from his grasp yet again. He didn’t leave to go to dinner, when the bell rang, he didn’t move when Poppy told him that (Y/n) was stable, he didn’t move as he prayed and waited for (Y/n) to wake up.

Early the next morning, a Saturday to be precise, Allison May was brought before Dumbledore. She was then fired for endangering the life of her colleague and promptly arrested by Kingsly Shaklebolt for assault causing grievous bodily harm. Severus felt relief when he found out that Pomona would be returning to fill her position.

Snape’s eyes were so dry, that he figured that he lost more tears crying over (Y/n) than Lily. Lily, that was it, that's what she felt for James. His shock enveloped him as he realized that what he had felt for Lily Potter was infatuation and not true love and as he grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, Severus suddenly knew how wonderful that feeling was.

Another day sitting by (Y/n)’s side cemented this feeling and anxiety turned to fear that he would never get the chance to feel that way with her.

As Severus taught his fourth year potions class the next day, his lecture was interrupted by Poppy opening his door. It only took two words for Snape to dismiss his class and disappear down the hall. She’s awake.

(Y/n) had woken up, the heat from her burns gone and the wounds themselves vanished into thin air. She suffered another kind of hurt when Severus burat through the door and hugged her body to his, tighter than she had ever thought possible.

As he whispered little ‘I love you’s and ‘Don’t leave me’s into her neck (Y/n) smiled and held him close to her responding to his worries and glowing in his love.

Maybe having a crush on your co-worker isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed my lovely readers. Please send in your requests, anon or not, and comment if you can. I do not own Harry Potter, thanks for reading.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #harry potter x reader #Harry Potter #fem reader #Reader is female #please request things #angst #fluff #dark fluff #angst with a happy ending #oc

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witch-and-a-half · 4 years

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potions partners

my first fic! i hope you like it <3

notes: reader x cedric, fluff, no specific house/year/etc

words: 848

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“What’s wrong with it?”

Cedric’s brows furrowed worriedly as he looked down at [y/n]. She was too busy with her Potions book to register the question. He quietly watched as her finger traced along the page, pausing at each step while she thought back to recall whether or not she had missed it.

Normally, Cedric let [y/n] take the lead during Potions and, in exchange, he helped her with her History of Magic essays. The system had worked pretty well for the past two years that they had been friends. [y/n] would handle the more technical aspects of preparing the potions while giving Cedric little tasks to speed up the process. Today, however, their potion had turned a deep maroon instead of the intended pearly pink color.

“You crushed the peppermint?” [y/n] asked, not looking up from her book. “Yeah, with the mortar and pestle right?” Cedric answered, brows still tense. [y/n] nodded, “And you stirred counterclockwise while I added the Moonstone.” This time she was mostly talking to herself, but Cedric nodded anyways. “It would appear,” Snape’s stony voice came from behind them, “that you’ve forgotten an Ashwinder egg.”

As Snape walked to the front of their table, Cedric watched [y/n]’s hands fidget slightly. He knew how much she hated disappointing professors. There had been times [y/n] left class worried that McGonagall or Flitwick no longer liked her because she couldn’t quite get the hang of a spell that day. Hearing her reprimand herself like that always made Cedric’s heart ache, and it only ached more when she brushed off his reassuring comments.

“Truly [y/n], McGonagall had to help half the class today. Everyone knows you’re an excellent student and one Transfiguration class doesn’t change that.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Perhaps," Snape dragged the word out, "if Mr Diggory would bother to open his Potions book and help, mistakes like this could be avoided.” Cedric winced as Snape gave him a cold glare, but both students’ shoulders relaxed as their professor strode to the next table.

[y/n] turned to Cedric and his breath hitched when her bright eyes met his. He was surprised that she wasn’t more upset about their mistake. She must have noticed the concern in his eyes because she shrugged gently, “It’s an easy fix. Could you hand me another egg?”

[y/n]’s fingertips brushed Cedric’s palm as she took the egg from him. She began to stir and slowly dropped the egg in. Cedric was too distracted by the lingering feeling of her fingers on his skin to notice the potion’s color changing. “Aha! We’ve made Amortentia.” [y/n] exclaimed proudly. Cedric smiled softly and moved closer to the cauldron. He caught a whiff of [y/n]’s perfume as he leaned in, and his heart leapt.

He watched her eyes turn hopeful as Snape returned to their table. All they got was a nod of approval from their professor, but [y/n]’s eyes gleamed the way Cedric’s did after a winning Quidditch match. Cedric smiled back at her, mostly just happy to see her happy.

“It’s true,” [y/n] grinned, “it smells wonderful. Like a warm summer breeze. Spruce... or maybe cedar? And a teensy bit of chamomile and honey.”

Cedric listened intently. As [y/n] inhaled, her eyes fluttered closed, and Cedric watched her eyelashes rest softly on her skin. He bit the inside of his lip and felt a familiar yearning wash over him. He’d barely heard the end of what [y/n] said when she grabbed his sleeve. She gently tugged so he was leaning over the cauldron again and asked, “What do you smell, Ced?”

The sudden feeling of [y/n] pulling him closer sent Cedric over the edge. He had already been distracted by her fingers on his palm and gently closed eyes, but now his head was fully clouded. In an attempt to appear casual, Cedric chuckled, “Honestly, I can’t smell a thing over your perfume.” His face fell as he realized what he had said, but [y/n]’s lips pulled into a smile and her eyes took on a mischievous glint that Cedric had never seen before. “I’m not wearing perfume,” she said simply.

[y/n] watched Cedric’s cheeks turn pink as he stepped backwards a bit. He opened his mouth to speak, but froze when [y/n] moved towards him and took the collar of his robe in her hands. She turned the fabric and leaned in so her face was centimeters from the inner lining. Cedric, face still warm with embarrassment, looked down at [y/n] nervously. He was sure she could hear his heart racing. She inhaled deeply, and he exhaled shakily. Cedric could have sworn that everything around them disappeared as [y/n]’s eyes looked up to meet his.

Her grip on his robe tightened slightly, “You’re what I smell too.”

#cedric diggory #cedric x you #cedric x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fluff #hogwarts #one shot #cedric fanfiction #cedric diggory oneshot #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory fanfiction #harry potter imagine #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #i wrote this

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A Little Bit Of Love... Potion?

Prompt: "I promise I won't let him draw on your face with permanent marker." "Hmmm... So can I draw on his face with washable markers?" "No!"

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader, lots of Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 4.6k

A/N - This was written for @firewhisky-kisses writing challenge. This is my second Harry Potter themed story ever since I only joined the fandom like two weeks ago (very much feeling like an outsider atm) so please don’t judge too harshly. I am still getting used to these characters and the wizarding world itself. I decided to write something a little lighthearted.

Warnings - Playful threats of violence

"I'm gonna kill him," You growl loudly as you storm into the common room in search of Hermione Granger. She was one of three people at Hogwarts you would consider your best friend. The others were Harry Potter; and the other you were about to murder for catching you off guard. You held a towel around the top of your head to conceal your worst nightmare. Stray Gryffindors were settled around the room doing one thing or another as the day was drawing to a close. Hermione was resting on an armchair by the fire utterly engrossed by the massive book in her hands.

"Who?" She doesn't even bother to look up as you approach.

"Ron obviously," You groan, grip tightening on the towel to stop it from slipping. "who else would go out of their way to annoy me."

An unamused sigh falls past her lips as she finally lowers her book. "Show me,"

"No, it's embarrassing." You protest. Looking around the room; you didn't speak to anyone else in here too often so what did it even matter what they thought.

"Well then I can't help you,"

You shift your weight uncomfortably before pulling the towel off in a dramatic reveal of your beautiful head. Hermione's eyes drift over you; struggling to hold back her amusement as she finally sees what happened. "It's... not so bad," She replies quietly, a melodic chuckle drifting into the air. "Bright."

"I look like a walking highlighter." You whine, taking a seat on the arm of her chair. "Fix it,"

Hermione whips out her wand and with a flick of her wrist you assume your hair has gone back to normal. She was too good of a witch for it to not have. Reaching for her book, you inspect the cover as you slide into her lap. Absentmindedly flipping through the pages with complete disregard for where she was up to. "Ronald Weasley is gonna regret ever messing with me,"

"It is not that bad," Hermione plucks the book from your grasp. "You did slip him Puking Pastilles the other day."

"That was funny though" A smile spreads over your lips at the memory of Ron throwing up in the great hall before charging out. “This isn’t”

"He threw up all over my shoes,"

"Gross," you laugh a little. "If it had been my shoes, it'd be a different story. What should I do to get back at him?"

"Leave him alone? Show you're the mature one and move on?"

"Don't be silly Hermione," Your head falls back against the plush fabric of the chair. "Why should I stop and not him? Maybe he should be the mature one."

"He won't stop unless you stop,"

"I could hex his broom at quidditch practice," You think out loud; chewing on the inside of your cheek. "Watch him fall on his face."

"Absolutely not. You're not putting him in the hospital wing over some silly prank war."

You gently roll your eyes. "We could-"

"There's no we," Hermione interrupts. "Please do not include me in your nonsense. I'm not helping you. Can you get off me?"

Sliding off her lap and onto the floor, you rest your head against her knee. "I'll think of something- don't you worry. He won't be getting away with this."

"At least do it quietly,"

You're quiet for the moment; going over different options while staring at a tower of books on the coffee table. Next to them say some parchment and a quill. "Are those yours? Can I borrow your quill?"

"Knock yourself out,"

You grab the feather and a piece of parchment paper and get to work laying out all your options to get back at Ron. Hermione would probably kill you if you hurt him so that rules out a fair few things. You could buy something at Zonko's but at this point he'd probably see those coming; you can only slip him sweets that make him sick so many times. Then again maybe it was just simple enough to work. You scribble it down on the parchment paper anyway. Next you add the nose biting teacup but that was rather impractical considering he hardly ever drank tea. Acid lollipops were an option, they would just burn a hole in his tongue but that could count as hurting him even if it was an easy fix.

"What are you writing?" Hermione wonders, you glance up to her and smile a little. "I assume you’re not studying all of a sudden."

"Nope," You hold up the paper for her. "I'm listing ways to get back at Ron."

"Of course you are," She takes your list. "Why don't you just buy a joke wand?"

"Boring," Jumping to your feet, you snatch the paper back. "I need to do something out of the box."

"Don't come to me when things go wrong," She insists softly, returning her attention to her book.

"Things won't go wrong," You declare proudly. You'd been doing this since your second year so you kind of have a knack for pulling pranks at this point. "Have a little faith in me."

It takes a day or two but thanks to Harry dragging you along to advanced potions class at the start of the year you decide the perfect way to get back at Ron is to make him fall in love with you. Well, a weird embarrassing obsession kind of love. Commence operation; practice your potion making by creating a love potion and tricking Ron into consuming it. Not only do you get to embarrass him but it can count as studying which will keep Hermione at bay. Not that you're going to tell her because Love potions of any kind are banned at Hogwarts and she'll just insist it's a bad idea. Now all you had to do was figure out how to actually make a love potion. Professor Slughorn has made one at the beginning of the year but you weren't actually taught how to make one nor do you actually remember much about class that day. Once you figured out how you could collect the ingredients and then trick Ron into drinking it. It shouldn't be too complicated.

Every free period following is spent huddled in the back of the library, searching through what felt like a mountains of books on potions. A good portion of what you read is just the history behind the potion itself and the dangers. It wasn't a potion that would cause him any harm so there was no need to worry. Eventually, you manage to create a checklist of ingredients that consisted of;

Ashwinder eggs

Rose thorns

Peppermint

Powdered Moonstone

Pearl Dust

Rose Petals

This joke was beginning to feel like more effort than it was worth but you were determined to see this through. Ron would never see this coming. After returning all your books to the shelves, you figure getting some help from Harry is the next step. The only place to get all the ingredients was from the potions classroom or the supply room. You couldn't just walk in and take stuff without seeming a little suspicious; you also weren't exactly Slughorn's favourite student. Everyone knew it was Harry. So your final option was to sneak around.

"Harry- wait up," You run up beside him as g walks through the courtyard. Rather surprised to find him alone considering your next class was with him and Ron.

"Hey,"

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Depends," He shrugs. You offer him a very gentle smile, fluttering your eyelashes a little. He wasn't exactly the type to say no to you but better safe than sorry.

"Can I borrow your invisibility cloak? I promise I'll return it tomorrow."

"What for?" Your stomach sinks a little at his question. You can't risk telling him in case he tells Ron which will ruin the surprise.

"I need some ingredients for a potion and I don't really feel like asking for permission," Telling half a truth is much easier than coming up with an entirely new lie. "Please? How many times have I broken the rules for you now and I would do it again."

"Professor Slughorn probably wouldn't mind if you just asked. What are you making anyway?"

"I just wanna do some late-night practice. I'm more of a do what I want then ask for forgiveness later kinda person so can I? Please?" Emphasis on the 'please' in hopes that it will somehow help your case.

"Sure,"

"Thank you," Looping your arm with his, you begin to practically drag the poor boy through the courtyard. You couldn't be late for class again. Snape would take any excuse to punish you. "let's get to class before we both end up in detention."

Thanks to Harry's cloak, you manage to collect every ingredient needed for your forbidden love potion and get to work. You wouldn't say potion making was your worst subject but it's definitely not your best either and it was showing. After a few attempts by candlelight in the early hours of the morning, you finally manage to create a love potion. Normally you'd test a potion before recklessly using it on unsuspecting friends but there was no time or way to do that without them catching on. The last step was simple, deliver all kinds of spiked candy to Ron Weasley and pretend like everything was normal.

Sitting in the great hall, you slowly lift spoonfuls of cereal into your mouth as you listen to Neville drone on about his dream; at least that's what you hope he's talking about. Last night had wiped you out; your body was exhausted. You could just about keep your eyes open and all you wanted to do was go back to bed. Hermione was sat directly across from you, very delicately buttering a piece of wholemeal toast.

"I don't think it means anything, you're just thinking too much into," Hermione explains to Neville. You just shrug your shoulders; you hadn't really been paying attention anyway but you manage to perk up a little as Harry plops down beside you.

"What time do you call this Potter?" You scold, bumping your shoulder playfully against his.

"And where's Ron?" Hermione continues.

"He should be here soon enough. He's just taking extra care getting ready."

"Why?"

"He's trying to impress someone," Harry reaches for a bowl of fresh fruit.

"Oh do tell," An aura of giddiness envelops your words as if you don't expect the answer to be yourself. There was a chance he hasn't taken the bait yet and he just genuinely had a crush.

"I promised I wouldn't,"

"Come on, Harry. We won't tell."

"He's never mentioned liking anyone before," Hermione adds to the conversation, biting into her toast with a crunch.

"I don't know- ask him." As if summoned on cue, The redhead appears beside Hermione. He doesn't seem any different other than the smile and distant look in his eyes. Not to mention, he may have combed his hair? You couldn't be sure though.

"Did you sleep in again," She pauses for a second, her brows knitting together in a frown. "And is that... cologne I smell?"

Ron doesn't answer, he just looks at you with the expression of someone hopelessly entranced. It's a little weird but you take it as a compliment on your potion-making skills. "You alright there Ron?"

"Perfectly fine," He nods.

"Are you gonna eat something? We have class soon?"

"I'm not hungry,"

"Not hungry?" The volume of Hermione's voice catches you off guard. "When have you ever not been hungry, Ronald?"

"First time for everything Hermione," You take a sip of your water. All eyes were on Ron but he couldn't tear his away from you; that dopey grin never quite fading away. Was this how it was supposed to work? You had never seen it in action before. "I'll see you all at lunch " You announce, rising from the table. "I forgot my quill again this morning and I can't keep pretending I remember the stuff I'm being taught."

"How many classes do you have today?" Harry calls out before you can leave. You'd think he'd know your schedule by now. "I was thinking we could practice some potions later?"

"She has two," Hermione answers for you.

"Today pretty quiet for me usually but I have a study session later with Luna. She's helping me in care of magical creatures sorry," You flash a tight smile. "Maybe next time."

You had one class this morning and then one straight after lunch. Your free periods were supposed to be spent studying considering you were taking five N.E.W.T classes but you've never been one to study when you don't have to. Thinking on it, you probably could have studied with Harry in your free period before lunch but you think he has class then. The morning class is over before you know it and you're heading back to your dorm for a well-deserved nap when you practically crash into a none other than a Weasley.

"Watch where you're going, Ron."

His expression immediately brightens and he stands a little taller. "Oh, it's you, hey."

"Hello," Ron was a pretty awkward guy on the best of days but this felt weirder. A small, awkward smile settles on your lips. "Don't you have a class right now?"

"Mhmm," He nods but doesn't move nor continue talking.

"Ooookay then, well... I'm gonna go." You slide by him and scamper away. "I'll see you in a little bit."

When you imagined him under the influence of a love potion you expected less creepy staring but maybe he was just working his way up to it.

After a very short nap, that kept getting interrupted you're sat in the great hall waiting for classes to end and lunch to officially begin. There were a decent amount of students, all doing their own thing. Meanwhile the Gryffindor table was practically empty other than Dean, who was sat at an angle on the other side of the table and a couple of seventh years. You'd gotten so bored while pretending to study that Dean had suggested playing a game; this is the third match to decide who comes out on top as the Hangman champion of this free period. Three letters in and none of them had been right. The wooden frame was already drawn and waiting for the stickman to be hung

"S?" You guess.

His head shakes as he draws a wonky circle to start the stickman's fate. "Sorry."

"... I maybe?"

"Finally you got one.," it was a ten letter word and he filled in the second and eighth letters With I's.

"Can you give me like a hint?"

"I'm not gonna help you beat me," Dean replies. "Hey, Harry,"

"Harry!" You greet brightly, turning to find him towering over you. "We're playing hangman, do you wanna join? I'm about to win."

"No, you're not-"

"Did you do something to Ron?" Harry cuts of Dean. You swallow hard. Busted... or maybe not. Your brow furrows as you focus on the curled edge of the parchment you had been playing on.

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything, I've been with Dean for like the last hour."

"He just seems very interested in you all of a sudden. I thought it was a one-time thing this morning but I've had to suffer through two classes of him talking about how cute and dreamy you are."

"Ron has a crush on her?" Dean's tone was rather playful.

"Maybe he just realised how cool I am," Your shoulders rise in a little shrug. "H?"

"Where is Ron anyway?" Dean adds the letter H to the begging of the word. You still have no clue what the word is but thankfully your two other friends finally appear just in time to interrupt. You'd rather draw by forfeit then lose altogether. Ron nearly shoves Hermione out of the way just to sit down next to you.

"I missed you this morning,"

"Missed you too Ron," You pat him twice on the cheek.

"What did you do to him?" Hermione's eyes narrow in on you.

"Who?"

"Ron obviously," She huffs. "I bumped into in the hallway and he said he couldn't wait to see you."

"As his friend, I'm happy he's excited to see me," You counter, resting your head on his shoulder. "At least someone at this table appreciates how cool I am."

"You're awesome," Ron wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight side-hug "I think I may be in love,"

Dean giggles to himself but Hermione is anything but amused. "For goodness sake, you can't be serious?"

"I'm very serious," He fights back, sounding almost offended but such an accusation. "In fact," a wave of regret washes over you as Ron gets up and climbs onto the bench in front of the now rather busy great hall. "I'm in love with-" you sink down as he shouts your name for everyone to hear. Mean snickers and playful giggles follow. You reach for his hand, tugging on his arm gently as to not hurt him.

"Sit down," you spit through gritted teeth. Heat rushing to your cheeks as if him announcing his love to everyone wasn't embarrassing enough already

You try to enjoy lunch as much as possible with Ron attached to your side. Hermione was relatively quiet but her harsh glare was enough to put you off starting anything with her. And so you mostly spoke to Harry and finished your game with Dean. The word was Hippogriff which you managed to guess before the final leg finished off the stickman. Thankfully, your next class provided a nice escape from Ron. However it couldn't stop the sly comments in the hallways and mean laughter. This joke was very quickly becoming anything but funny.

This continued into the next day, you were regretting spiking so much candy. Not to mention Hermione hadn't spoken to you since lunch yesterday and you couldn't figure out why exactly. Normally she gets a little annoyed at your silly jokes with Ron but she seemed really mad at you. And considering you share a dorm room, things were feeling very tense, to say the least.

Managing to slip away from Ron long enough for a quick conversation, you find your fellow Gryffindor sat alone having an early breakfast. "I said I wouldn't help you,"

"Huh?" You hadn't even asked her anything yet or sat down for that matter but at least she's talking to you again.

"You want my help right?" She meets your gaze as you take a seat. "What did you do?"

"I actually wanted to know what was wrong?" Which was very much true. "You seemed... upset yesterday. I don't like it when you're mad at me."

"Judging by the way he was all over you yesterday my guess is It was a love potion correct?" you're impressed that she managed to guess and so quickly too. "A strong one at that. That is the only way to explain him suddenly being in love with you."

"I'm offended that you don't think Ron could like me that way," The words came a little more defensively than intended. "am I really that bad?"

Hermione's face morphs through a sea of emotions finally settling on looking a little disheartened. You wonder what's going on in her pretty little head. "It's not that I don't think he could like you that way- maybe he does and that would be fine. You're..." She seems hesitant to continue, her head falling. "amazing. Just that's not what this is."

"You're right," You confirm, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice. "Like always. I slipped him a love potion thinking it would be funny and now it's not."

"How can you be so reckless," Compared she seemed so delicate just moments ago, she quickly bounces back to scold you. "You know they're not allowed at school."

"Worth it," A small chuckle bubbles up from your throat. It had been a little funny and definitely embarrassing plus you got to test your skills so you weren't inherently regretting your decision. You just wish the effects would fade already. "I didn't learn the antidote and I'm not spending hours in the library again."

"It'll wear off soon enough, how much did you give him."

"I made like... a cauldron full but I don't know how much he consumed."

"So it's my understanding that you idiotically gave him a lot?"

Words mumbled by your juice, you nod to convey your answer.

"Then it'll take a while to wear off."

Ron slides up beside you, taking you by surprise. The juice comes back up in sputtering coughs. "Speak— of— the devil."

"Good morning my beautiful angel," Even you cringe at that one. Harry takes a seat on your left side. "Did you sleep well?"

"You should know, you were watching me this morning," Ron pulls you closer to him. When you awoke this morning, not only was Hermione already gone but it had been quite the surprise to find Ron had snook into the girl's dorms to be with you.

"You're so adorable when you're sleeping."

"If you'll excuse me, I can only handle so much nauseating sweetness," Hermione takes one sympathetic look at you and then scurries away like she can't handle being here any longer. Something was definitely off with her. Today was gonna be a long day...

How you longed for the weekend to come early as each class tortured you with new knowledge that had to be burnt into your brain. It didn't help that Ron was getting increasingly annoying; it was like he was incapable of being alone. After the school day finally ended, you retired to the common room; both the boys joined you. Harry was complaining about how much work he's been assigned from one class while Ron seemed happy to just be near you in any compacity. Which right now meant having his arm around you.

"Here," Hermione interrupts, dropping a plugged vial onto your lap.

"What is it?"

"An antidote." She was biting back an insult or an 'I told you so', you couldn't be sure but there was a hint of aggression behind her words.

"Drink this," Before you even have time to process, Harry is shoving the vial towards Ron.

"What is it?"

"I think you should try it," Ron doesn't even question the request when it comes from you. He takes the vial and downs it in one. An unsure look is shared between you and Hermione but sure enough, Ron's goofy grin begins to fade.

"What the bloody hell happened?"

"I slipped you a love potion and you became obsessed with me." You answer. "It was funny at first but then you announced you were In love with me to the whole school."

"You think a love potion is the same as a comb that changes your hair?" The boy sank into the seat cushion, finally removing his arm from around your shoulders. "I don’t feel so good."

"He needs something to perk him up," Hermione states. If she knew that, she should have come prepared.

"He has candy hidden in his draws"

"Yeah... it's probably best if he gets rid of all that," You admit, getting up. "Wait here,"

It was only fair you provided something so you grab the last chocolate bar you had from your dorm room. "You shouldn't have messed with my hair." You declare, handing over the chocolate with an almost sad smile.

"Now you two can hopefully put this silly war to bed."

"Not likely," Your voice syncs with Ron's, and with it comes a genuine smile. It was nice he was back to normal.

"I have to get back at her."

"And how will you do that Weasley?" You drop back down next to him.

"I think I'll go back to the good old fashioned permanent marker while you sleep."

"Why would you tell me in advance?"

"Because you don't know when I'm gonna do it." He declares with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So now you'll be on edge waiting for it to happen."

In this situation, the equivalent to snitching to a teacher to prevent something from happening was to tell the only one opposed to this whole situation entirely. "Hermione tell him. You had no problem insisting I be the bigger person."

She simply rolls her eyes before turning to Weasley. "Ronald, Consider not retaliating especially with a permanent marker before one of you," she glances towards you; rightful so. "Goes too far."

"she started it," He protests, "I didn't sip her a love potion."

"You better not come anywhere near me with marker pens."

"Sometimes I think I'm talking to myself." And with that, she wonders off

"I'm watching you, Weasley," Now, you were going to have to keep a very close eye on him to assure you didn't wake up with a fake mustache or something. Jumping up you chase after Hermione.

"Thanks for helping." You fall into step with her. "I'd be lost without you."

"I know,"

"Wow. Modest." You mumble sarcastically before falling silent; unsure of how to approach the next question. "Do you like Ron by any chance?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you like Ron?" You repeat. It was the only explanation you could come up with over why she would be so angry the last couple of days. "You seemed really upset since he's been all over me so I thought maybe it was like jealousy or something."

"Don't be ridiculous," She fires back. "I don't like Ron."

"I never imagined you two together but I think you'd be sweet," You comment, intentionally trying to get a rise out of her. Hermione sighs loudly as she comes to a stop.

"Ron is one of my best friends but I don't like him in that way," From a few steps away, you turn back to her. She's clutching a few books tightly against her chest, refusing to look at you. "I swear that I don't."

"Then what?"

"I don't know," She shrugs pathetically. "I just saw him all over you and I didn't like it. You're never normally like that together and he kept pushing me aside to get to you."

"I'm not following," You're honestly more confused than before.

She approaches you slowly, still unable to meet your gaze but her lips very softly connect with your cheek. "I promise I won't let him draw on your face with permanent marker."

Her words spark a lightbulb. You've never done a double prank but perhaps now would be a good chance. You could do it to him before he gets the chance to do it to you.

"Hmmm... So can I draw on his face with washable markers?"

With a heavy sigh, she simply states her favourite word "No!"

"But-"

"No." Hermione continues walking and you're left watching her.

"Hey," You call out. "Do you wanna head down to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I'll buy you a butterbeer to say thank you."

"You just want to visit the joke shop, don't you?"

"Desperately," She always could see right through you. "But still. I want to go- just you and me."

"I would like that," She finally meets your gaze and she looks happier now. The almost set sun, casting her in such a warm, welcoming glow. Hermione was a hard girl to figure out but that's what made her so interesting. "I was hoping to get a new quill anyway."

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