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Girls' Night
Sebastian Sallow x F!OC
Summary: Emmeline Alexander plans a girls' night for Anne Sallow and their friends at the cottage in Feldcroft, but her best friend and crush Sebastian insists on crashing the party. In other words, MC (Emmeline) and Sebastian take advantage of the Silencio spell in Sebastian's bedroom after a night of playing Never Have I Ever. Rating: Explicit 18+ (Minors DNI) Themes: Friends to lovers, slumber party, sleepover, girl talk, smut, romance Word count: 7,568 Notes: Every time I sit down to write my chapter fics, I accidentally write some nonsensical smut. Oops.
Characters are all seventh years and 18 years old. MC is an original female character named Emmeline Alexander.
Part 1 is clean, Part II has all the smut. Both can be found on AO3 or below the cut.
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Part I: Girls' Night
Nightfall was reaching Feldcroft as Emmeline Alexander approached the quaint hamlet. She was tired from a long day of studying, but had decided to fly her broom there from Hogwarts. The fresh air was good for her and gave her some time to relax before what was sure to be a boisterous night.
Once she touched down, Emmeline made the familiar short trek to that same cottage – the one she’d been visiting regularly for over two years. Now, the cottage was larger – the handiwork of some transfiguration spells and charms she had mastered in the Room of Requirement. The home had two floors and separate bedrooms now, and she’d even added some flower boxes to the windows with simple, yet pretty landscaping outside.
It felt like home. In many ways, it was her second home.
The lights inside the cottage were on and Emmeline could hear joyous laughter and voices inside. She grinned to herself with anticipation as she knocked.
The door swung open and she was surprised by the first face to greet her.
“Sebastian?” she said stupidly.
“How nice to see you, too,” the freckled 18-year-old replied. He grinned at her and Emmeline felt her stomach flip. 
“Emmeline!” Anne Sallow, Imelda Reyes and Poppy Sweeting waved from their seats around the dining table inside. 
Emmeline moved to enter the home but was blocked by Sebastian, who held an arm across the threshold to prevent her from entering. “Wait,” he said, his lips forming a smirk. “You have to answer a security question.”
“Security question?” Emmeline repeatedly stupidly. “Seb, it’s me.”
“A likely response from an imposter,” Sebastian quipped while Anne, Imelda and Poppy giggled.
Emmeline sighed at the frivolity of it all. Clearly the group had already opened the firewhiskey. “Fine,” she sighed. “What’s the question?”
“Who was your first crush at Hogwarts?” Sebastian asked.
“Why is that the question?”
“Because the answer’s funny.”
Emmeline sighed again. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Ominis,” Emmeline muttered quietly. 
“Who?”
“Ominis Gaunt.”
The group inside roared with laughter as Emmeline shoved her way past Sebastian, tossing her satchel on the floor once inside.
“Bastard,” she mumbled. Sebastian threw an arm around her and pulled her in for a sideways hug. 
“You know you love me,” he teased before Emmeline shoved him away.
“I’d love to be rid of you,” she sneered. “Besides, isn’t this supposed to be a girls’ night? Why are you here?”
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be out of your hair soon,” Sebastian said. “I’ll retreat to my room so you lovely ladies can do whatever it is you do.”
“Why aren’t you at Hogwarts?”
“Because it’s the weekend and all of my favorite people are here… except Ominis, but I reckon he’d appreciate a break from me,” Sebastian said.
“I’d appreciate a break from you too,” Emmeline huffed. “Especially after that stunt you pulled at breakfast this morning.”
“That was an accident, darling. I didn’t know the goblet was going to explode like that.”
Emmeline rolled her eyes and slinked past him to take a seat at the table with her other friends. She was quick to pour herself a glass from the firewhiskey bottle that sat on the table.
“Where’s Natty?” she asked as she reached for a handful of pear drops from a bowl.
“She’ll be here any moment,” Poppy answered. “She was having dinner with her mum.”
“And Nellie?”
“She’s not coming. She had a date.”
Emmeline’s eyes widened with curiosity. “With whom?”
“Everett.”
“Clopton?”
“Do we know another Everett?” Sebastian chimed in from the sink where he was cleaning dishes. Emmeline turned to glare at him.
“Excuse me, but I do believe this is supposed to be a girls’ night,” she chided. “These conversations are not meant to include you.”
Imelda and Poppy shared a glance, their understanding mutual. It was going to be a long, albeit entertaining night with Sebastian and Emmeline egging each other on. It was the nature of their friendship, and neither could help themselves.
But despite their ceaseless banter, Emmeline and Sebastian were incredibly fond of each other, carrying a close bond that traced back to the start of their fifth year. Since then, their lives became irrevocably intertwined, woven by the threads of adventure, trauma and mutual secrets.
They were inseparable most days, except when Sebastian inevitably said or did something foolish. He provided an edge that contrasted Emmeline’s poise, an amusing juxtaposition to all who had the privilege to sit back and observe the tandem. 
What neither of them could admit, though, was that their bond, no matter how unyielding, wasn’t quite enough to satiate either of them.
A brisk knock at the door signaled Natty’s arrival. Sebastian answered it again and offered Natty a much more hospitable welcome than the one he’d given Emmeline.
“Why doesn’t she have to answer any security questions?” Emmeline demanded.
“Because she is trustworthy,” Sebastian said, flashing an innocent grin. Emmeline shot him a glare, which only seemed to bring him more glee.
The five girls settled in around the table, catching up on their latest life updates. Though Emmeline, Imelda, Natty and Poppy saw one another daily at Hogwarts, Emmeline had taken it upon herself to ensure Anne wouldn’t feel left out. She knew Anne missed Hogwarts and her friends, especially now that it was their seventh year, so she arranged a slumber party to bring some cheer to the Feldcroft cottage.
“Natty, how was dinner with your mum?” Emmeline asked.
Natty sighed. “Not good,” she replied. “My mother doesn’t like the idea of me dating Eric.”
“Why not? Eric’s nice,” Poppy said.
“She doesn’t think Eric has enough ambition,” Natty explained. 
“Well they can’t all be Slytherins,” Emmeline laughed.
“Too true!” Anne laughed.
“And they can’t all be Leander, who still seems to think he’s going to be a world-renowned duelist,” Poppy muttered.
Emmeline offered her a sympathetic smile. “He’s still on about that?” she asked.
“More than ever,” Poppy sighed. “It’s rather insufferable, really. Makes me wonder if there’s something wrong with my head for fancying him.”
Meanwhile, Sebastian listened to their conversation with fascination as he pretended to dry dishes in the kitchen. Sure, he knew girls had these kinds of discussions, but they usually chose their words carefully or withheld certain details when boys were around. He felt like they were providing him with some kind of answer sheet that could help him crack the code to what it was that women actually wanted. 
“Leander always means well,” Emmeline continued. “Sometimes it comes off a bit obnoxious or paltry, but his intentions are always good.”
“I wish I knew what his intentions are with me,” Poppy sighed. “He’s all over the place. Anyway, I guess I should be patient with him. He may be delusional at times, but at least he has ambitions.”
“Eric does have ambitions, though,” Natty sighed. “He’s very brave and has a good head on his shoulders. He just isn’t sure what he wants to do after Hogwarts yet. I told my mother he’d figure it out and find a good job, but she doesn’t seem convinced.”
“She’ll come around,” Emmeline assured. “She’s just being a protective mother. She just needs to get to know him a little more.”
“I hope that’s true,” Natty said. “I really like him.”
“He really likes you too,” Imelda noted. “I overheard him singing your praises to Weasley in Potions last week. You know, before the class had to clear out because of Garreth’s rogue potion.”
“Speaking of Garreth,” Poppy giggled. “I heard you had to let him down easy, Emmeline.”
“What?!”
The five girls jumped at the sudden intrusion, turning to stare at Sebastian, who had been listening intently from his spot near the sink.
“Will you mind your business?!” Anne chided.
“Weasley asked you out?” Sebastian asked, his gaze fixed on Emmeline as he ignored his sister’s scolding.
Emmeline furrowed her brow at him, still taken aback by his sudden outburst. “What, is that so hard to believe?” she demanded. 
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Sebastian replied. He was fortunate he was standing with one side turned away from the group of girls, because a vein in his neck threatened to expose just how irritated he was. “I’m just surprised, is all. Didn’t know Weasley had it in him.”
“Well I told him thanks but no thanks,” Emmeline said, still eyeing Sebastian suspiciously. “I like Garreth but he’s not my type.”
“And what is your type?” Imelda asked. “Judging from your past dating history, I’m not sure you have one.”
Emmeline paused. It was true, the boys she’d gone out with were all quite different from one another. Her first crush at Hogwarts had been Ominis, which all of her friends gleefully reminded her of much too frequently for her liking. She had fancied him because he was noble and composed, yet just playful enough to avoid being deemed too stuffy. But that crush had been fleeting as she and Ominis became close friends, and Emmeline’s affections were replaced by the other member of their trio, who was just the right amount of daring and incalculable she adored.
Then there was Amit Thakkar, who had been incredibly romantic and sweet, but not quite adventurous enough for her. There was also Andrew Larson, who intrigued Emmeline with his artistry and creative spirit, but was also too keen on staying indoors and out of trouble.
Emmeline had agreed to a handful of Hogsmeade visits and informal dates with other boys in her year, but none had reached more than one or two outings before she offered some excuse, usually that she was too busy to date.
In truth, Emmeline’s preoccupation had little to do with her schedule and everything to do with the only boy who had never pursued her. 
She and Sebastian teased, flirted, even made suggestive remarks not suitable for most platonic friendships. They spent most of their free time, meals and classes together, far too often even for best mates. They shared secrets, musings and inside jokes that no other ears would ever hear, but they remained unaware that their biggest secret was mutual.
“I guess Garreth is just too… superficial for me,” Emmeline finally said with a shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, I like him. He makes me laugh and he’s always fun to hang out with, but I can’t recall ever having one deep or meaningful conversation with him in the two-and-a-half years I’ve known him. I want someone who makes me laugh but also makes me think.”
“But didn’t you say Amit was too deep for you?” Imelda pointed out.
Emmeline sighed. “There’s no such thing as too deep,” she said. “Amit was just too… philosophical. He was always trying to apply some underlying meaning to everything. It was just too much for me. Sometimes, I think things just happen because that’s how life works. There’s not always any rhyme or reason to its occurrences. That said, I also enjoy reflecting on how life shapes us.”
“I’m not sure you’re ever going to find someone who offers you that right balance of perception and candor,” Natty laughed. 
“Maybe you need to stop dating so many Ravenclaws,” Sebastian, who had been hanging onto their every word, chimed in.
“What’s wrong with Ravenclaws?” Emmeline demanded, turning to glare at him.
“They don’t match your sense of adventure,” Sebastian replied simply. “They’d rather bury their noses in books than use their wands.”
“Says the bloke who owns more books than anyone I know,” Emmeline said.
“There’s nothing wrong with a thirst for knowledge,” Sebastian said smoothly. “But what’s the point in all that knowledge if you aren’t going to apply it to the real world?”
Emmeline couldn’t argue with that. It was precisely why she and Sebastian had become best friends. He was smart, yet daring enough to keep her guessing. Sure, that recklessness had nearly destroyed their lives at one point, but Emmeline had been patient and understanding with Sebastian as he worked to repair his past mistakes. Since that fateful fifth year, he had proved to her that he was remorseful, and Emmeline’s fondness for her friend morphed into something much heavier.
But she would never admit that, nor did she want to discuss her dating history with him. Instead, she retreated to her best defense – the wit and snark that masked her fear of ever confessing her feelings.
“And what’s the point in having a girls’ night when you’re here?” she retorted.
Sebastian responded with a smirk. “You love me.”
“I’d love to murder you.”
“Murder?” Sebastian drawled. “Such violent thoughts from such a tiny, little thing. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Careful, Sallow,” Imelda laughed. “We’ve all seen what she can do to you in a duel.”
“And I went easy on you last time,” Emmeline added.
“You’re anything but easy,” Sebastian shot back. The room fell quiet, Emmeline’s eyes growing wide while Poppy’s mouth fell open. Sebastian regretted his words instantly, knowing damn well the girls would giggle about them and dissect them later. 
Imelda, ever the bold, mouthy one of the group, was the first to bark a laugh. “You two are something else,” she said, shaking her head. Emmeline also shook her head in an attempt to appear unbothered by Sebastian’s jeer.
“Say, I have an idea,” Anne said, her eyes carrying an impish gleam. “Let’s play a game. Sebastian, you can play too if you want, considering you’re practically one of the girls.”
“Hey now!”
The girls giggled but Sebastian made no attempt to leave the room. Instead, he finished drying the final dish – the same one he’d been “drying” for the past 20 minutes – and placed it away inside a cupboard, tossing the dish towel on the counter before he pulled a chair up to the table between Anne and Emmeline.
“Fine. Since you ladies clearly insist on my presence,” he said smoothly. “What’s the game?”
“Let’s play Never Have I Ever,” Anne said innocently. She flicked her wand, another bottle of firewhiskey sailing from a cabinet until it landed neatly on the table with a soft thud. Anne flashed a grin at the circle of friends. “We’re going to need this.
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Part II: Never Have I Ever
“Never have I ever bailed on detention.”
“Poppy, have you even had detention?” Sebastian laughed. The group echoed him with a warm chuckle, a signal that the firewhiskey was in full effect.
“Precisely why I’ve never bailed on it,” Poppy said proudly.
Sebastian and Natty both drank from their glasses, sparking another round of giggles.
“Of course,” Anne mused. “Sebastian’s skipped more detentions than he’s snogged girls in broom cupboards, which is really saying something.”
“And how would you know about my broom cupboard escapades?” Sebastian demanded.
“I know everything,” Anne answered, gesturing to the ring of friends around them. “I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
“More like eyes and ears in the form of a certain quidditch captain,” Sebastian muttered, shooting a pointed glance at Imelda, who straightened in her chair with a smug smile.
“Someone has to keep your sister informed on your everyday life,” she said. “Merlin knows you’ve had enough extracurriculars to entertain us all.”
Emmeline was decidedly quiet throughout the exchange. Of course, she knew of Sebastian’s illicit activities. He had become the talk among most of the girls at Hogwarts, particularly since the start of their seventh year when it had become clear that Sebastian was more of a man than a boy. Now 18, Sebastian’s features were much more handsome than cute, though he still clung to his boyish charisma.
Though Emmeline wanted to fling herself from the top of the Astronomy Tower every time she heard a new rumor about Sebastian and his latest fling, she typically kept quiet on the matter. Despite all the secrets they shared, she and Sebastian rarely discussed their love lives. It was the one element of their lives they chose to keep from one another.
Imelda’s turn came next. “Never have I ever snogged someone in a broom cupboard,” she cackled.
Sebastian groaned and took a drink. So did Emmeline.
“Who have you been snogging, and in which broom cupboard?” Sebastian demanded, setting his glass down with an audible bang.
“What’s wrong, afraid all the good cupboards will be taken?” Emmeline teased. Sebastian glowered at her, much to her satisfaction. “You aren’t the only one with secrets, Sebastian Sallow.”
Anne was the only one who noticed how Sebastian’s jaw tightened. She smiled to herself as she realized it was her turn.
“Never have I ever wanted to snog my best friend,” she declared boldly.
Imelda snorted as Sebastian and Emmeline both froze, rather noticeably. Everyone else sat, their drink glasses untouched, leaving the pair to glance nervously toward one another. Finally, Emmeline sat back and folded her arms across her chest for emphasis. 
“No one?” Anne asked innocently. “Someone here must be lying.”
Emmeline averted her eyes while Sebastian stared at the table as if it had suddenly transformed into the most interesting book he’d ever read. The silence that settled over them roared with implication evident to everyone but Sebastian and Emmeline.
“Well, I suppose it’s my turn,” Sebastian finally said, shooting an annoyed glance at Anne who smiled innocently. Sebastian thought for a moment, his eyes flickering toward Emmeline for a fleeting second. “Never have I ever used Polyjuice to impersonate a headmaster.”
Emmeline gasped at his audacity, provoking a chortle from Sebastian. “I swore you to secrecy on that!” she hissed.
“It was two years ago, might as well have a good laugh about it now,” Sebastian said. He reached in front of Emmeline to nudge her drinking class closer to her. “Go on now, drink.”
Emmeline huffed at him before taking a sip. “Bastard,” she muttered before she was forced to recall the time she broke into Headmaster Black’s office. When she finished the story, she turned her head slowly toward Sebastian for emphasis. His gaze matched hers as he tried to appear unbothered, but Emmeline knew him too well. And he knew her too well, meaning he sensed payback was brewing.
She cleared her throat for dramatic effect. “Never have I ever worn my sister’s dress.”
The room paused in silent shock as the other girls processed Emmeline’s words. Finally, a burst of laughter erupted and Sebastian’s cheeks tinged red as he took a drink.
“That was one time!” he insisted, which only provoked more laughter from the girls. “I was drunk!”
Emmeline leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as Sebastian was forced to retell the time he drank too much the previous Christmas in Feldcroft and got into Anne’s wardrobe.
“In my defense, Ominis and Em were the ones egging me on,” Sebastian huffed.
“My only regret is not taking a photo to remember the moment,” Anne laughed. “Not that I could forget it if I tried.”
“Always knew you had a kinky side to you, Sallow,” Imelda teased.
The game carried on for several more rounds until the group’s drunken antics had Poppy slumping in her seat. She nearly toppled backward in a fit of giggles at something Imelda said, stirring concern from Sebastian and Emmeline, who were the most sober.
“Poppy!” Emmeline shouted as the chair tipped dangerously. “Maybe you should lie down for a bit.”
Sebastian checked his pocket watch. “It’s nearly two in the morning,” he said. “Perhaps we should all get some sleep.”
Emmeline nodded in agreement as she helped Poppy from the chair, using her wand to conjure five sleeping bags on the living room floor. 
“Oh, are you and Sebastian sharing a bag?” Imelda pestered. Emmeline rolled her eyes and eased Poppy to the floor to help her inside a sleeping bag. 
“As much as Sebastian would probably love nothing more than to sleep in a room surrounded by 18-year-old women, he has a room of his own,” Emmeline replied as Poppy curled up sleepily. 
“Wouldn’t want you ladies fighting over who gets to sleep next to me,” Sebastian drawled.
Imelda heaved a sound of disgust as she helped Natty, who was also quite inebriated, into a sleeping bag. 
“Emmeline, please do something about your boyfriend,” Imelda ordered.
“He’s not my boyfriend! He disgusts me just as much as you do!”
“Oh please, the two of you have been verbally edging each other all night. Get a room. Just make sure you use a silencing charm,” Imelda teased.
Sebastian chuckled at the girls and headed toward the staircase.
“Goodnight, my darlings!” he called before he disappeared up the stairs to retreat to his bedroom.
Emmeline slipped down the hallway to change into her pajamas before walking a lap around the cottage’s first floor, extinguishing the lights. She climbed into a sleeping bag next to Anne, who was just settling down herself.
“Thank you for planning this evening,” Anne said. Emmeline rolled onto her back, the dim cottage falling quiet except for Poppy’s light snoring.
“Of course,” Emmeline said. “I’m glad we got to have a fun girls’ night. Or girls’ night plus Sebastian.”
Anne giggled. “He just can’t help himself, can he?” she laughed. “Always has to be the center of attention.”
“I think he just likes to be included in things,” Emmeline noted, her voice falling quiet as her eyes scanned the ceiling, where she knew Sebastian was sleeping overhead. “Ever since you and Ominis let him back into your lives, he’s made it a point to spend time with you. Doesn’t want to take you for granted.”
“I know,” Anne replied softly. “I’m glad he’s worked so hard to change. And I’m glad he has you, you know. Maybe he doesn’t admit it, but you’re just as important to him as Ominis and me.”
Emmeline let out a gentle laugh. “I’ll continue to give him the dignity of believing I don’t know that. Even if the moron doesn’t deserve it.”
Anne giggled in acknowledgement. She listened to Imelda’s breathing change next to her, indicating she had also fallen asleep. 
“I really am glad you didn’t give up on him, after everything that happened, after what he did,” Anne said quietly. “I like to think your support was what kept him from breaking.”
“He’s a good person, one of the best I know,” Emmeline responded. “He shouldn’t have to spend the rest of his life paying for what he did when he knows how wrong it was. He deserved a second chance and I’m always going to support that.”
“He deserves a good punch in the face sometimes, too,” Anne muttered, drawing a giggle from Emmeline.
“That, he does,” she agreed. 
The pair allowed silence to settle over the room until Anne suddenly shivered.
“Are you cold?” Emmeline asked, sitting up to peer at Anne through the darkness.
“Just a little,” Anne replied. “It gets rather drafty in here.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep in your own room?” Emmeline asked. “I know you wanted to do the whole slumber party thing, but it seems silly for you to sleep here on the floor when you have a perfectly comfy bed upstairs.”
“It’s girls’ night,” Anne insisted. “I want to spend time with my best girl friends.”
“At least let me fetch you another blanket,” Emmeline said, rising to her feet.
“There’s one upstairs on my bed,” Anne answered. “Oh, and there’s a second one in the closet in Sebastian’s room.”
Emmeline paused. “You need both?”
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Anne replied innocently. Emmeline nodded and crept carefully, tiptoeing around the other sleeping girls toward the staircase.
She stopped in Anne’s bedroom at the top of the stairs first, gathering a quilt from the bed before continuing down the hallway toward the last door. It was slightly ajar but the lights were out, causing her to linger in hesitation.
She stood quietly, listening carefully for a sign that Sebastian was still awake. The only sound she could hear was the snores from the living room below.
“Sebastian?” she finally whispered as she gently shouldered the door open. She poked her head inside, squinting to peer at Sebastian. He was under the covers, seemingly fast asleep.
She tread quietly toward the closet door, where she found another quilt folded on the top shelf. She stood on her tiptoes to reach it and gently pulled it downward, tucking it beneath an arm.
Sebastian stirred quietly, but didn’t react. Emmeline retreated slowly toward the door, holding her breath as if any more noise would be disastrous.
Suddenly, one of the blankets caught beneath her foot and pulled as she stepped. Emmeline stumbled, her footsteps pounding loudly on the wood floors before she finally lost her balance and toppled over with a thud.
“Who’s there?!” Sebastian sat upright, one hand fumbling over the nightstand for his wand.
“Shh! It’s me! Sebastian, it’s me!” Emmeline hissed, still sprawled out on the floor.
“Em?”
“Yes!”
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
“I was getting another blanket for Anne!”
“And you entered my bedroom unannounced?”
“You were asleep!”
“What if I’d been doing something private?”
“Ew! Were you?”
“No! I was sleeping!”
“Then what’s it matter?”
“This is my bedroom!” Sebastian squinted through the darkness as he tried to make out Emmeline’s form. “Why are you on the floor?”
“I tripped.” Emmeline managed to untangle herself from the heap of blankets and climb to her feet as Sebastian found his wand. 
“Lumos!” The tip of his wand cast a warm light throughout the room, revealing Emmeline standing about three feet from the door. She couldn’t help but sneak a double-take as she realized Sebastian had been sleeping shirtless.
Sebastian swallowed. Emmeline’s pajamas revealed much more skin than he’d been accustomed to seeing from her, the neckline of her top dipping dangerously low across the tops of her breasts. He’d never seen her in her sleep attire before, their separate Hogwarts houses keeping them apart at night. Besides, whenever he pictured her in bed, she was wearing far, far less.
Meanwhile, Emmeline took in Sebastian’s tousled hair and sleepy eyes. She hated how enticing he looked, even in such a vulnerable state. 
“Uh, are you okay?” Sebastian finally asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Okay. Is everyone else asleep?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
As the room fell quiet, Emmeline willed her feet to move. Instead, she remained rooted to her spot, as if she were looking for a reason to linger.
Sebastian watched her curiously, his own brain searching for an excuse to keep her there. “Boy, Poppy’s quite the lightweight, isn’t she?” he finally said with a soft laugh.
“She sure is,” Emmeline giggled. “To be fair, she weighs about a fraction of the rest of us.”
“I didn’t realize she was so enamored by Prewett,” Sebastian continued. Emmeline shrugged.
“I suppose you learned quite a bit from crashing girls’ night, didn’t you?” she mused.
“Positively enlightened.”
“Anything you care to share with the class?”
Sebastian masked his hesitation with a smirk. Though he didn’t consider himself to be drunk, firewhiskey had never been his friend. He’d had a fair amount that evening and it was making it more difficult than ever to quell the tightness in chest that could only be traced back to Emmeline.
Seventh year would be over before they knew it and Sebastian feared their friendship would vanish too. Emmeline was set for a position within the Ministry of Magic’s Department of Mysteries, where she hoped to become an Unspeakable. Sebastian had a position laid out for him as a cursebreaker with Gringotts. He was excited for those possibilities but terrified adulthood would drive a wedge between him and the one person he couldn’t envision a life without.
“I didn’t realize you had such high demands for your romantic partners,” he finally teased.
Emmeline narrowed her eyes at him, her lips parting in shock. “I am not demanding!” she hissed. “You take that back!”
Sebastian sat back against the headboard of the bed with his arms crossed. “Point proven,” he said smugly.
A loud snore echoed through the cottage and Sebastian couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “Was that Poppy?” 
“I think that one was Imelda,” Emmeline replied as another snore cut through the room. “It’s going to be a long night.”
“Here,” Sebastian said, scooting to one side of the bed. “Just sleep here. I’ll cast a silencing charm to take care of the snoring.”
Emmeline’s hesitation was clear as she stood, her feet frozen in place as  Imelda’s earlier teasing came to mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to join Sebastian in bed – she had daydreamed of that particular scenario more than she’d ever admit – but it was the implication, the expectation, and most of all, the temptation of what it meant.
“Come on,” Sebastian said. “I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing. Besides, it’s not really all that different from all the times you’ve slept on my shoulder while studying.”
But it was different, and Sebastian knew it. The two of them sharing a bed in his cottage, away from the confines of the Hogwarts castle and all its propriety, would absolutely be different – especially when he wasn’t sure how he could possibly keep his hands to himself when Emmeline was next to him looking like that .
“All right, fine,” Emmeline sighed, the spare quilts forgotten on the floor. She moved slowly toward the bed, sliding next to Sebastian who still had his wand lit.
“Silencio,” he said, the room falling dark and quiet. “There, that’s better.”
Emmeline nodded quietly as Sebastian tossed his wand back on the nightstand to settle in beneath the covers. She swallowed as she fought to maintain gentle and light breaths, her chest rising as her body betrayed her. She was certain Sebastian could hear her heartbeat hammering against her ribcage.
Next to her, Sebastian was having the same thoughts. He could smell her shampoo, light and floral, and if he moved any closer, his hand would brush the silkiness of her pajamas. He wondered how that fabric would compare to the softness of her skin, or dare he think it, the velvet feel of her…
“Sebastian?”
“Huh?” Sebastian was pulled from his sinful thoughts.
“I asked if you’re alright,” Emmeline said. “You seem to be breathing heavily.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just making sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. You know, other than the fact you’re hogging all the covers.”
“I am not!” Emmeline huffed. She shoved the blanket toward Sebastian who merely chuckled. “It’s not my fault it’s freezing in here,” she said.
“It’s nearly 21 degrees,” Sebastian pointed out. “It’s plenty warm.”
“Not for me.”
“Fine, come here.” Sebastian hooked an arm around Emmeline’s waist and pulled himself closer to her as he nestled against her back. He instantly melted into her, but could feel her shoulders shift as she tensed. “This okay?” he asked, worried he had crossed a line.
“Mmhm,” she answered sleepily. “That’s better. You’re nice and warm.”
Sebastian relaxed a little and could feel Emmeline’s body do the same, though she was hyper-aware of the way his hand rested gently against her waist.
“Emmeline?” Sebastian asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“Anne’s right, you know.” His tone was soft yet serious enough that Emmeline couldn't help but lift her head slightly from the pillow to hear him better. “I overheard the two of you earlier. What she said about you being just as important to me as her and Ominis… she’s right.”
Emmeline held her breath as he spoke and carefully mulled over a response. This was precisely what she had meant earlier when she said she wanted a romantic partner who could share meaningful conversations with her. Sebastian could be impulsive, even reckless at times, but he wore his heart on his sleeve and didn’t shy from saying how he really felt, even if it made him vulnerable to her. She always liked that about him.
“Well,” Emmeline started after drawing a shaky breath. “Despite your obnoxious eavesdropping, I meant what I said, too. You did deserve a second chance. You’re a good person and I’ll never stop having your back.”
Sebastian nuzzled the back of her neck gently, a bold move that made Emmeline’s breath hitch. “I like having your back for a change,” he murmured. He knew he was potentially risking everything – their friendship and her trust, but years of longing and suppression had become too unbearable to endure any further for him. He had to know if he stood even the slightest chance at the rare privilege it would be to touch her.
“You sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in a broom cupboard?” she quipped.
“Sounds like I’m not the only one who finds them rather cozy,” he murmured into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. 
Emmeline knew him too well. She could sense the push in his voice, testing her to see how she’d react and how far she was willing to let him go. She decided that enough was enough – she had been drained by the past few years she’d spent practicing poise and self-control when it came to him, stifling all her impulses and redirecting her feelings to boys who would never measure up. If Sebastian was going to tempt her, she was going to ace his tests.
She whipped her body around so that she was facing him, startling Sebastian who tensed. She could feel it in the way he was subconsciously gripping her hip.
“Just curious,” she cooed softly. “Which broom cupboard is your favorite? Is it the one in the dungeons near the Slytherin Common Room? Seems like you might appreciate the convenience in location. I find that one a bit too snug to move around in, though. Perhaps you’re more of a fan of the cupboard in the North Hall, near the History of Magic classroom? That one’s nice and secluded, especially if you make a lot of noise.”
“Emmeline,” Sebastian warned.
“Personally, I think my favorite’s the little room in the Clock Tower Entrance,” Emmeline continued. “Ever been in that one? I showed that one to Amit after Crossed Wands once – we spent a good hour in there, but I don’t think he appreciated it as much as I did.”
Sebastian had to grit his teeth. He didn’t want to think about her doing those things with someone else, but the notion that she was willing and capable of them made him tense, particularly below the waist.
“So which is it?” Emmeline pressed. “Which is your favorite?”
“I like the one off the Reception Hall, near the kitchens,” Sebastian replied through clenched teeth. “Easy to get to and convenient if you work up an appetite.”
Emmeline’s eyes widened at his remark but her lips formed a seductive smirk. “Oh, I wasn’t aware of that one,” she purred innocently. “Perhaps someone will show me someday.”
“Perhaps.”
“Is it spacious? I don’t like when I have to stand the entire time.”
Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath. “Merlin, Emmeline. You’re killing me.”
“Whatever do you mean, Seb?” Emmeline asked, still feigning naivety.
“Stop making this so hard on me.”
Emmeline shifted, her hips pressing gently against Sebastian’s. “Oh, you weren’t kidding about the hard part.”
“I’m going to hex you.” Sebastian growled.
“Fine. Just wait until we’re done and make it worth my while.”
Sebastian was certain he had to be dreaming. Emmeline – his Emmeline, was practically throwing herself at him, daring him to take a chance. And Sebastian was a true Slytherin – ambitious, cunning and determined to get the things he wanted. He didn’t let chances escape his grasp.
He kissed her. He could feel the breath of air she sucked in through her nose when their lips met, her eyes fluttering shut as she returned it. Sebastian wasn’t sure what this would all mean come morning, but the hunger in her kisses made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood to worry about it.
Bed sheets rustled and hands grabbed at whatever skin was exposed. Hearts raced as both realized they were about to satiate their biggest fantasy. Sebastian’s hands roamed beneath Emmeline’s top, brushing over her stomach and down her sides until his fingers found the hem. He pulled away, his eyes heavy as he tugged the shirt upward. His lips found her neck, drawing a soft moan from her. 
“Seems I’ve found a sensitive spot,” he murmured against her skin. He left a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone, ending between her breasts.
The darkness made it difficult for Emmeline to see much, but she could certainly feel. Sebastian’s hands were everywhere, yet it still wasn’t enough for her. As she rolled onto her back, Sebastian paused to kiss her again, sparking more impatience from her. She could feel the familiar swell of heat that only happened when she thought of Sebastian late at night, alone in her bed, her own fingers forced to mimic Sebastian’s.
Emmeline lifted her hips as Sebastian tugged her bottoms off, followed by her panties. She silently praised whatever higher power was responsible for Sebastian’s impatience too.
Sebastian’s fingers dragged between her thighs, over her slick entrance. The moment was fleeting and she whimpered a plea for more. Sebastian obliged her as his index and middle finger made contact with her core again. He rubbed her until her breath became a heavy pant and her hips rocked upward demanding more. 
A loud moan carried through the room as Sebastian’s fingers disappeared inside her, the wetness immediately coating them. He curled a finger and Emmeline gasped, her submission making his cock stir.
“Fuck, Em. You’re so fucking perfect,” Sebastian whispered, his eyes roaming her body in the moonlight that poured through the window. 
“And you’re… overdressed.”
Sebastian flashed a smirk and moved to remove his own remaining garments, kneeling over Emmeline once he was rid of them. Emmeline couldn’t help but stare at his form. He was fully erect, the length of his cock proudly anticipating her touch.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to take all of it, but she was damn sure she’d die trying.
A groan escaped Sebastian’s lips as Emmeline gently took him in her hand, gently tracing from the base to his tip. He twitched, his arousal unlike any he’d experienced.
“Emmeline,” he breathed as her mouth engulfed him. He could feel her tongue flatten against his shaft, slowly running over every vein and ridge with deliberation. “Emmeline,” he repeated, his eyes squeezed shut. The sight alone of her lips wrapped around him was enough to nudge him to the edge. “I don’t think I can take it.” 
He hated that confession. As much as he loved this girl and would willingly follow any order she asked of him, his pride remained firm. He didn’t want her to think he was incapable of pleasing her, of lasting long enough to ensure she was good and finished. But this moment, this feeling, had consumed his free thoughts for so long, there was no way he could remain composed much longer.
Emmeline removed her mouth from him, her smirk indicating the satisfaction she felt from the power she clearly held over him.
“You may not be able to take it,” she said, eyeing his cock pointedly, “But I can.”
Sebastian decided she was going to be the death of him, but at least he’d die a happy man.
Emmeline straightened up to rest back on her heels, her eyes maintaining their challenging gaze. “What do you want me to do to you?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Sebastian chewed at the inside of his cheek. No girl had ever asked him that. It made his cock pulse. “I want you to do whatever’s going to make you moan my name,” he replied.
Emmeline couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to exist in the same world as Sebastian Sallow. 
“On your back,” she ordered. Sebastian, who typically preferred to be the assertive and dominant party in such situations, obliged. He was too eager to please, and to discover that sweet, supreme moment when she’d cry out his name and show him how she looked when she experienced ultimate pleasure.
As she climbed over him, her legs straddling either side of his torso, his hands snapped instinctively to her hips. His fingers gripped her tightly, drawing a shaky laugh from her. 
“Careful,” she mewed as she positioned herself above him. “Can’t have you leaving any marks.”
Before Sebastian could form a smart reply, her wet heat met the tip of his cock as she lined him up against her entrance.
“Fucking hell.” Sebastian exhaled slowly, his jaw and eyes clenched tight as he welcomed the feeling of her warmth stretching around him. She seemed to be moving at a glacial pace as she eased herself downward. 
“God, Sebastian,” Emmeline breathed. She had to still herself for a moment, her open palms resting against his bare chest as she stretched to accommodate him. She rocked backward slightly to straighten upward, the tiny movement forcing Sebastian to swallow.
“I love you,” he blurted out. If it hadn’t been for the absolute ecstasy currently coursing through his cock, he would have Avada Kedavra’d himself on the spot. Leave it up to him to say something so utterly stupid during the most exciting moment of his life.
Emmeline paused, her eyes wide with disbelief as her gaze met Sebastian’s.
“Really?” she asked.
There was no going back now. “Of course,” Sebastian replied, annoyed at himself for provoking a life-altering conversation mid-sex. “Hasn’t exactly been a secret these past few years.”
“Oh.” Emmeline held her position, stunned at the revelation, though the feeling of Sebastian lingering inside her was difficult to ignore for long. “Well, I love you too,” she finally said. “But given how I covered up a murder for you, stuck by you for two years and threw myself at you tonight, that shouldn’t be a secret either.”
“...Oh. Well when you put it that way…”
“Yeah.”
“Guess I should have told you then, huh?”
“Would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble, it seems.”
“Sure would have.”
“Hey, Sebastian?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we have this conversation later? As thrilled as I am to hear you finally confess your love for me, I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t shut up and fuck me.”
“Oh. Right.”
They shared a quiet laugh, but Emmeline’s eyes quickly darkened as her thoughts returned to a sinful state, the feeling of Sebastian’s tip pressing against the soft flesh inside her.
She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips up and down to ensure she’d found the spot. The moan that fell from her lips confirmed it, and Sebastian’s grip remained rigid on the flesh of her hip bones as if it were steadying him.
In truth, he was desperately fighting his own body’s response to the euphoric feeling Emmeline was creating for him. 
“Feels so good,” she panted as her pace quickened. Her eyes fluttered shut so she could focus on the sensations, which were building an inevitable wave of pleasure in her walls.
Sebastian could feel her wetness pooling at the base of his cock, her slick cunt gripping his shaft as she moved up and down. He wanted to move more, to show her how capable he was in the bedroom, but he was fearful he’d fuck himself into an embarrassing moment. He wanted to prove to her he was worthy of this privilege.
As Emmeline lifted herself upward again, Sebastian forced his own hips upward, evoking a surprised moan from her. He slammed himself inside her again, causing her to hover over him so that he could control their movements. He fucked her with determination, his cock railing against the spot that threatened to unravel her.
She could feel it building, sensed it ballooning in the form of a tiny twitch that would soon erupt into a full convulsion. “Don’t stop,” she begged through ragged breaths, her head tossed backward as the force of Sebastian’s thrusts made her breasts bounce.
“Sebastian, I’m going to-” She couldn’t complete the sentence as she heaved a cry, all of her weight settling down as she collapsed around Sebastian’s cock, her orgasm pulsating around him.
The sensation was new territory for Sebastian, her walls beckoning him with their quaking until a familiar throbbing coursed through his cock.
He released himself inside her with a grunt, the sensation prolonged as she continued to bounce on him to ensure they both were fucked to completion. When he had no more to spill, Emmeline stopped, her full weight still on top of him as she recovered.
“Bloody hell,” Sebastian breathed as the room returned to focus, the moonlight shifting from blurred lines to a sharp focus that shined a spotlight on Emmeline’s body still perched on top of him.
“All right?” Emmeline asked, her chest rising and falling as she panted.
“Never better.”
Emmeline managed to breathe a laugh before she climbed off of Sebastian, returning to her sleeping spot next to him.
Sebastian pulled her close so that he could appreciate the feeling of her sweaty skin, sticky yet warm.
“We should have girls’ night more often,” he mumbled happily.
In the living room beneath them, Anne pulled a blanket around herself, smiling as she drifted off to sleep.
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gothic-lottie · 14 hours ago
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I keep forgetting to do picrews. I'm tired but this was fun.
I'm spaming a few of these games. If you haven't done any of them, do it! Consider this your tag!
the sponsor of my happy screams - @rypnami (again 😁) this picrew is just 🥹💔
upd: actually i want to hear more happy screams and see your babies so! np tagging: @savingsallow @accio-bagel @espressoristretto-patronum @acslytherpuff @morelikeravenbore @anomalyaly @ravenwind-75 @girl-named-matty
RYPNAMI'S BABIES HERE!! sorry i should've reblogged in the first place 😫
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Ominis has scratches on his arm because he spends sooo much time with cats. And the 🍀s are around them because... well... i do wish them luck *screams and cries*
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phinik · 3 days ago
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wip
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choccy-milky · 2 months ago
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smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))
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hiiragimare · 5 months ago
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If Hogwarts Legacy were a TV series episode😆😆
the bloopers would probably look like this:👆
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keri-mcberry · 3 months ago
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The flashback we truly deserve 😭💚
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Thank you so much, Anon, for the idea and kind message! I had so much fun with this one 😂
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tamayula-hl · 2 months ago
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I would love to see the ending where Anne is saved in Hogwarts Legacy Definitive Edition 😭 I would like to see a quest implemented where I can aid and watch Anne's process of returning to school for 10 hours straight. I want to see her plump and ruddy cheeks 😭😭😭
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littlejonyy · 28 days ago
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They are waiting for someone
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meizze-art · 2 months ago
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Sebastian sees his family reflected in the Mirror of Erised
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umstansich · 2 months ago
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family reunion
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rednite-dork · 11 months ago
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Sebastian's voice cracked.
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tiarpopdind · 2 months ago
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Somebody save her...
+ bonus sketch and notes under the cut
Forgive me for making my MC a social disaster... i just thought it'd be fitting for a neglected + homeschooled + parentless only child to struggle with befriending people her age since she'd never done it before...
...but also girlfailure Tris is funny to draw lol
One day i'll elaborate more on her backstory but for now let's get to know her slowly :'D
Here's a sketch of her cuddling with Gerald because relationships can improve despite rough beginnings :) 👍
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trappezoider · 4 months ago
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Happy 1st of September!✨
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giselsann · 2 months ago
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No ominis 😮‍💨
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choccy-milky · 8 months ago
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(ominis is already on his family's plan but he's there to annoy seb anyway)
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hiiragimare · 1 month ago
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She would put on her old school uniform and try to find those memories
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