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A hiss escapes your lips as you sink down into the warm bath water.
Yet another run in with a troll left you with gashes down your arm and back, ruining your prefect cloaks and soiling your fifth tie of the year. The adrenaline had run out long ago and no amount of Wiggenweld potion would ease the pain. With some rest and healing incantations, you knew you’d be better in no time. But damn, if it wouldn’t leave a nasty scar.
It wasn’t often you had a moment to yourself; being a seventh year prefect was not for the weak. Of course, you were a special case, given how riveting your fifth year at Hogwarts was. Many first years wanted you to tell the tale of how you slayed a dragon, show off your talent with ancient magic, and relive one of the best (and worst) years of your life. Thankfully, Professor Weasley had your back and would send the curious students off to their studies to give you a moment of reprieve.
You hear a sound outside the bathroom, chalking it up to the cats who’d occasionally wander the castle. If it was a student out after hours, they weren’t your responsibility tonight.
Another thud, and this time you actually open your eyes to see a tall figure standing in the doorway. You let out a gasp when you realize it’s Sebastian Sallow. He looks disheveled in his Slytherin uniform, cloak thrown over his shoulder, his green and black tie undone. A blush creeps up into your cheeks, over how attractive he looks in the moonlight, and the fact you are completely and utterly naked beneath the bathwater.
“I thought I cast Colloportus,” you say in disbelief.
“Oh, you most certainly did; forget that Alohomora works on Colloportus, didn’t you?” he says with a hint of snark in his voice. Sebastian shuts the door behind him, casting Colloportus once again, muttering another incantation under his breath. “You shan’t be disturbed now, my lady.”
You scoff, turning the soap on and gathering more around your chest to gain some sense of modesty. “Sebastian, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you are disturbing me.”
He chuckles, slowly making his way towards you at the end of the tub. His eyes are raking you up and down, attempting to see something, anything beneath those bubbles. “Am I? If I were disturbing you, I think I would’ve been promptly thrown out of here by now.”
He hasn’t been in the room for five minutes and he’s already called your bluff. However, you still are in a decent amount of pain, and would rather have been left alone. “Unless you have some magical potion or spell to rid me of the horrid pain I’m in, I would like to be alone,” you say, gritting your teeth as the back of the tub rubs against a rough spot on your shoulder.
Sebastian’s expression changes from mischievous to concern. “What happened?”
“Oh the usual, went out of my way to help a fellow witch and came face to face with a troll.”
“You have got to stop putting yourself in danger!” Sebastian exclaims, heat rising in his face. He’s halfway towards you, and you can feel the anger resonating through the whole room.
“I know, I know Sebastian; all she wanted to know was that her daughter was still alive, that she wasn’t captured by the poachers for rescuing puffskeins.”
“And was she alive? Did that mother gain any closure from you putting yourself in danger? Did she even say thank you?”
You pause, not wanting to prove Sebastian’s point, but also not wanting to admit that all the effort was for nothing. Your head drops, and you can't stop it from shaking.
Sebastian scoffs. “That’s what I thought.” He drops down next to you in the tub, maintaining eye contact with you. “I care about you, more than you think. Please, please stop being so stupid. I know you want to be an auror, I know you want to help anyone and everyone, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you again.”
“Again?” you say, immediately covering your mouth. That was supposed to stay internal, but it was too late.
“Yes, again. The last time I saw you before your battle with Ranrok was when…” He’s having a hard time getting the words out. You know exactly what he’s referring to.
“Sebastian, you don’t have to worry anymore.” You grab his hand and squeeze it tightly, forgetting about the bubbles and what he may see. “I’m here.”
“But you can’t guarantee that if you’re running into danger every five seconds!” His gaze is intense, his hand in yours squeezing it so tight you start to lose feeling.
Silence fills the room, and you are brought back to reality. “Sebastian, why are you here?”
His expression changes once again from anger to confusion. “I-uh-I was looking for a-um, quiet place to, um, think, and-”
“Sebastian, I think it’s time we stop running from one another,” you say. It was so obvious, from the moment you two met, that you were destined to be with one another. You were tired of tip-toeing around one another, wondering if you were hugging too long in the hallway, avoiding conversations to limit making one another uncomfortable. Even Ominis could feel the tension building for the past two years, and began avoiding you both in fear of something inappropriate happening. “I love you, Sebastian Sallow. And I think you know exactly why you came here tonight.”
Sebastian’s mouth gapes open, and he is tongue-tied. You laugh, finding his confusion at your words incredibly adorable.
“You love me?”
You smile at him, tugging him closer, until your faces are mere inches apart. “I have loved you since the day we met, Sebastian Sallow. At first, I loved you only as a friend, one who I could banter with and share a butterbeer with. But now, I’ve watched you grow, I’ve seen you change, and I have loved you through everything.”
Sebastian’s face still has not changed, and it occurs that if you don’t make the first move, he will forever be stuck in this position. You yank on his undone tie and crash your lips against his; in no way was this romantic, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip, but you can feel him relax under your touch.
It awakes something inside of him, and soon his hands are everywhere: on your neck, pulling at your hair. He finally breaks the kiss and starts using his tongue to open your mouth further, him tasting of toothpaste and a tang of butterbeer. He pulls your hair back and starts assaulting your neck, leaving a string of marks. You forget about the fact you’re halfway out of the tub, breasts exposed and covered in soap; you’ve waited long enough for this.
“You have no idea how long I have been wanting you,” he says, out of breath already. Sebastian starts to discard his clothing, first the tie and sweater, then frantically starts undoing his trousers. You attempt to help unbutton his shirt, but wince in pain from lifting your arm higher than your head.
He freezes, and the franticness both of you had is gone in an instance. Sebastian finally gets a good look at you, and gently nudges your shoulder to see the scratches down your back. “How much does it hurt?”
“It’s not as bad, but, yeah, it hurts,” you say, scooping some water over the large gash on your shoulder, relieving some of the pain.
“We can stop, if you want, I mean, I’m not assuming anything, I-”
You hush him, laying a single finger on his lips. “I don’t want to stop Sebastian. However, I think we need to take it-”
“Slow?”
“Yes, slow, Sebastian. Can you do that for me?”
Sebastian cups your head between his hands and gives you a light kiss. “I would go to the ends of the world for you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sebastian. Why don’t you join me?” you say, gesturing to the tub.
“Of course I will, my love. But first, close your eyes.” He rubs a thumb over your cheek, and your eyelids close without a second thought. Settling back into the tub, you hear him in the distance removing his clothes, rather haphazardly as you hear a crash followed by some expletives. Soon, you feel water splashing up against your neck, and two warm hands circle around your waist. Sebastian pulls you until you’re flush against his chest, his warm skin bringing you a level of comfort you haven’t felt since, well, ever.
“I cannot tell you how long I’ve wanted this,” Sebastian breathes out, guiding your chin to meet his lips.
He starts out gentle, small kisses, leaving you wanting more. Eventually he forces your lips open with his tongue, a burning desire traveling from your head right down between your legs. If you weren’t completely immersed in water, a trickle of arousal would fall right down your legs.
“Has anyone ever touched you before?” Sebastian asks, his hands traveling lower and lower, being extremely cautious on your back.
You shake your head. Sebastian lets out a breath he was holding, and slowly guides your own hands to his shoulders.
“You okay if I…” He gestures to the edge of the tub behind you. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable and ready.”
You nod, and he grabs your waist and hoists you onto the edge of the tub. The cold tile makes you shiver, and your nipples pucker from the cold air. Sebastian moves his hands up to your breasts and massages them, his hands encompassing them wholly.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, lightly playing with your nipples. “I could stare at you all day and never tire of you.”
You moan at the pleasure coursing through you, excitement building for what’s coming next. You watched his head dip down and begin kissing your thighs, pushing them apart with his hands. A breath escapes you when he is mere inches away from your cunt.
“Is this okay?” he asks you, the look in his eyes of pure desire and lust.
“Of course.”
He groans and dives right in, assaulting your cunt with his tongue. He alternates from gentle licks on your clit to fucking you with his tongue. You can’t suppress the moans escaping from your mouth, because holy fuck this is amazing. You knew Sebastian was a virgin from a night filled with too much butterbeer and drinking games, but how could that be when he was already winding you undone?
“You taste so fucking good,” he says inbetween licks. He takes his one hand not massaging your ass and runs it up and down your folds, inserting one finger. It takes everything you have to not shout at the intrusion, unfamiliar but very, very welcome. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?”
You nod, biting your lip to keep yourself from being too loud. Sebastian notices, and grabs his wand to cast Silencio totalis over the room. “Let me hear you, baby.”
You don’t hold back anymore, letting your moans and whimpers escape from deep inside you. Sebastian adds a second finger, and you start to feel that warm feeling in your belly grow larger. You’re on the precipice of coming, and he knows. He starts going faster, licking your cunt with increased intensity.
“Sebastian, I-I’m gonna-”
“Come for me my love, come for me on my tongue,” he demands, bringing you closer to the edge.
Your legs start to quiver as that fiery feeling in your lower belly takes over your entire body. You can’t control the absolutely filthy noises coming from your body as you completely succumb to the pleasure coursing through you. Sebastian smiles against your cunt, never stopping his movements. Eventually it becomes too much, and you try shoving Sebastian off, but he doesn't stop, doesn’t give up, grabbing your arms and wrenching them to your sides. Soon enough, that familiar feeling returns, and you might just-
“Oh god, Sebastian I’m coming again,” you cry out.
He doesn’t say anything; he just doesn’t stop, savoring you like it’s his last meal on Earth. You think to yourself this is just the beginning, he is going to absolutely ruin you.
Eventually he lets up when your thighs begin to suffocate him, and immediately pulls you back into the water with a searing kiss. You’re limp in his arms, allowing him to kiss every inch of your neck sucking on your nipple, sending another rush of pleasure down between your legs.
“Sebastian-I, oh god”
“What is it, my love?”
“I love you,” you choke out, your mind turning into a pile of mush.
“I love you, too, my dear,” he says, slowing down his movements and simply gazing into your eyes. Sebastian quickly looks around the room before turning his attention back to you. “I have an idea.”
“What would that be?” you ask.
He says nothing, but swims away from you to grab his wand. He whispers an incantation, and a couch appears behind you, looking incredibly comfortable and soft.
“I always said that if… when, I would make love to you, I wanted to do it right. And I think you deserve better than a bathtub,” he said, easily scooping you up into his arms and walking you out of the tub. You giggle when he throws you gently onto the couch, and that’s when you finally get a good look at him.
You’ve only ever seen him shirtless once, when Ominis ‘accidentally’ dumped a bottle of pumpkin juice on his white button down shirt, and it was so cold Sebastian ripped off the shirt immediately. This was when you both were fifth years, and he was so scrawny and skinny you took no notice. But now, Sebastian wasn’t that tiny fifth year; he was a man; his biceps were huge, thanks to being the star Beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team. He did bear some scars from some of your prior adventures, but to you they made you fall in love with him even more.
Your eyes drop lower and you get a good look at his cock. It’s larger than expected, but not gargantuan. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, already dreaming of what it would feel like inside of you. Without a second thought your hand reaches up towards him to slowly feel him, wanting to make him feel the same way you did.
“My love, if you continue that, I won’t last long enough.” Sebastian takes your hands away and climbs on top of you, settling himself in between your legs. “Next time?” he asks, winking at you.
You chuckle and nod. “There will certainly be a next time, Sebastian Sallow.” You give him a gentle kiss, running your hands up and down his back, tracing his scars one by one.
He adjusts himself, and you feel him at your entrance. “Are you ready?”
“More ready than I’ve ever been,” you say.
In one swift moment, he enters you, and at first there is a sharp pain, followed by the feeling of fullness. Sebastian lets out a breath and buries his head in your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, just different,” you say, adjusting your hips, allowing Sebastian to fill you to the brim. You both let out a groan, enjoying the sensations and pleasure from one another. “An incredibly good kind of different.”
“You feel so fucking amazing, baby,” he says, slowly starting to pump in and out of you with ease. Your bodies slide together, still wet from the soap and bath water. You expect to be cold, but you’re burning up, on the precipice of being on fire, and Sebastian is only stoking the flames.
“I won’t last long,” he says, his movements becoming erratic and quicker.
“Let go, Sebastian,” you say, trying to meet his thrusts.
“I want you to come again.” He takes one of his hands and moves it to rub your clit, quickly bringing you over the edge once again. Your vision goes white and you feel yourself go limp; Sebastian whispers “That’s my good girl” in your ear and you can’t help the scream that leaves your mouth.
If this was what life was like with Sebastian, you knew you would never tire of it.
“I’m gonna come-” he chokes out before burying himself inside you one last time, his moans echoing through the room. You hold him tight, still in the overshocks of your third orgasm of the night. He goes limp on top of you, and it takes everything in you to gently shove you off, your back protesting in pain.
Sebastian pulls out of you and settles next to you, pulling you flush against him. He sighs, leaving light kisses along your shoulder and neck.
“I’m realizing now I probably could’ve asked you out a long time ago,” he says, his beautiful green eyes shining in the moonlight.
A chuckle escapes you, also sharing the same sentiment. “I wonder how Ominis is going to react when I tell him we finally shagged.”
“Oh god, do not bring Ominis into this right now,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I just want to live in this moment forever.”
“Me too. Does this mean you are my boyfriend now, Sebastian?”
He strokes your cheek gently, and smiles. “I believe so. However, I had a much different way of approaching this than, well, what just occurred.”
“I think it’s very much in our character. We do tend to go all the way, no matter what it is.”
“I suppose, my love.”
You feel yourself drift off to sleep, excitement building for this life ahead with Sebastian, your best friend, but now the love of your life.