#HL fanfic

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Secrets of the Silent Stars hit 1k hits on both Wattpad and AO3!!!

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Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

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While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

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Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

[thursdaymoonrise11]

💫In Pursuit of Evocation - Chapter 5💫

Bonus - Samuel Greengrass (an OC):

Phoebe and Sebastian discuss using Isidora's method to extract her curse-inflicted pain

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(Samuel Greengrass was such a BIG oc in my inky blue flames fic and it was crazy that I hadn't drawn the illustrious head boy yet. Not exactly how I picture him but I think it captures his essence (in that he's such a posh boy lmao). He ended up being fairly popular in the first part, but I wonder how he will fair in the current fic hehehehe)

[pandanscafanfiction]

Tried something new today.

For all those interested ❤️

Pairing: Leander Prewett/female!reader

Summary: Leander has just won his first professional quidditch season post-Hogwarts. He has a lot of leftover adrenaline to work out and your body is the perfect receptacle.

Tags: Aged-up characters, post-hogwarts, vaginal sex

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I'm Always Free To Run Home (No Matter How Far I've Gone) by fearlesslarrie28

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/?

I want to say a huge thank you to @freyaforestafay for hearing my random thoughts and helping me brainstorm.

"So, where you've been?"

"In Doncaster." The response falls really flat and it makes Harry wince. He watches irritated as the other man rolls his eyes and takes a heavy breath.

"That's not what I meant. Stop acting like you don't know where this is headed."

Louis, of course, does know where this is headed. He just tries to buy some extra time to brace himself for the discussion that's about to follow. "For God's sake, Harry," he says eventually, "it's been ten years."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis are estranged childhood friends whose friendship would never work out... on many levels.

[sango691-fan-hl]

Fanfiction HL : The Lost Dragons

EN: Hello everyone! I'm finally publishing my Hogwart Legacy fanfiction! This is the first fanfiction I've written, so sorry for any mistakes or poor writing. Summy: Professor Fig didn't return to Hogwarts with just one new pupil in fifth year, but two! A boy and a girl. The Drake siblings are returning to one of the greatest schools of magic, but will they be able to cope with the Goblin Rebellion, ancient magic and the many adventures that await them? Friendships and love will be intertwined in the adventures of our two young wizards. Nolan and Helena come from a very ancient family of wizards capable of taming dragons, but for many centuries the House of Dragon has lived apart from magical society for various reasons. But the family oracle decided that the two young Drakes should go to Hogwarts to finally discover the magical world and to face the destiny that awaited them. Discover the magical secrets that the dragon family has been hiding for centuries.

Chapters : Chapter 1 : The return of the dragons [ Ao3 Fanfic.Net ] Chapter 2 : The new snake roommate [ Ao3 Fanfic.Net ] Chapter 3 : The start of lessons [ Ao3 Fanfic.Net ] Chapter 4 : The famous underground club [ Ao3 Fanfic.net ] Chapter 5 : On the road to Hogsmeade [ Ao3 Fanfic.net ] Chapter 6 : Purchases and Wands [ Ao3 Fanfic.net ] Chapter 7 : The troll attack [Ao3 Fanfic.net ] Chapter 8 : The library [ Trad: 0% Publication: 04/10/24 ] ______________ FR: Hello tout le monde ! Je publie enfin ma fanfiction de Hogwart Legacy ! C'est ma première fanfiction que j'écris donc navré pour les fautes ou la mauvaise qualité écriture. Résumé : Le professeur Fig n’est pas rentré à Poudlard avec un seul nouvel élève en cinquième année mais deux?! Un garçon et une fille. La fratrie Drake font leur rentrée dans l’une des plus grandes école de magie mais pourrons-t-ils faire face à la révolte gobeline,à l’ancienne magie et aux nombreuses péripéties qui les attendent? Des amitiés et des amours seront mêlés à l’aventure de nos deux jeunes sorciers. Nolan et Helena sont issus d’une très ancienne famille de sorcier capable de dompter les dragons mais depuis de nombreux siècles, la maison des dragon a vécu à l’écart de la société magique pour diverses raisons. Mais l’oracle de la famille a jugé que les deux jeunes Drake devaient se rendre à Poudlard afin de découvrir enfin le monde magique mais aussi de faire face à un destin qui attendait leur venue. Aussi, découvrez des secrets magiques que la famille des dragons cache depuis des siècles.  Chapitres : Chapitre 1 : Le retour des dragons Chapitre 2 : Le nouveau colocataire chez les serpents Chapitre 3 : Le début des cours Chapitre 4 : Le fameux club clandestin Chapitre 5 : En chemin à Pré-au-Lard Chapitre 6 : Chapitre 06 : Achats et Baguettes Chapitre 7 : L'attaque du troll Chapitre 8 : La bibliothèque Part 1 [Ecrit: 20% Correction: 0% Publication : Sort le 04/10/24 ]

[legacybxth]

The Concerning Case of Florence Woods: Chapter 3/3

Aesop Sharp x F!OC (protective teacher/student, no romance... this time!)

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Big Cries, Funeral time

Chapter 1: The Observation (1/3) - 9.1k words (link) Chapter 2: The Investigation (2/3) - 9.1k words (link) Chapter 3: The Conclusion (3/3) - 5.7k words (link)

Photo credit: Moni on Pinterest

The second time Florence Woods woke up in the hospital wing, after the battle against Ranrok, she wished she never had. 

Her eyelids fluttered half open, dazzled by the light of the room and the sharp aches radiating through her. Like déjà vu, her lead lolled to the side, allowing her to focus on the shape of the person next to her. Professor Sharp's normally tight-lipped expression was soft and downturned, his eyes uncharacteristically red and heavy.

As she realised that she was, indeed, in the hospital wing, the memories of what led her there began to resurface. She'd intended to pull herself up and demand to know where Professor Fig was, but instead she could only let out a low groan.

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I'm working on Life Goes On Chapter 39: NEWTs Prep this weekend. I got some new motivation after getting some awesome pics from @sapphira-mydnyte of my two favorite boys, Ominis and Sebastian.

I'm hoping I can ride the high and finish off the chapter before Monday. See a preview under the cut❤️

As classes started, things around Hogwarts started feeling more and more normal. Had it not been for the additional stress and work that our NEWTs were bringing on, we all felt rather at home as we settled back into the hustle and bustle of the castle. It was a strange feeling really, the way that Hogwarts was starting to feel more like home than any other place now to the three of us, just as we were preparing to leave it to embark on an unknown journey. It almost felt cruel.

[slytherinsomniari]

Also, I've been working on an intro for a possible fanfic with my Hogwarts Legacy MC Sophronia but I'm not entirely sure if I will be doing a long fic. It'd be such a huge leap but I have wanted to do one despite my lack of ideas, It's at 2167 words and still going. Not sure if anyone would want to read it but it details Sophronia's life and how she got magic and met Professor Fig. It's of course another Sebastian fic. Sorry, I just fell head over heels for him when I saw his design before the game came out and as Sophronia is my self insert, I have to make her end up with him. I am sorry if you are tired of all the Sebastian content... I'm also insecure because Sophronia is a brunette just like Sebastian and I feel like they don't look good together/they look like siblings. All the best ships have characters with different hair colors and mine is going to be the same. But as she is a self insert I had to give her my hair color so I really don't want to change it 😭 I try to make her hair color look lighter in my really bad art so they look at least a bit different though.

[anomalyaly]

THANK YOU SO MUCH to @llyssadraws for this lovely commission of my girl Elsie!! She's so pretty and I can't stop staring at it 💖🥹

Read about Elsie's story in my Hogwarts Legacy fic, Secrets of the Silent Stars on AO3/Wattpad!

[marketfreshfics]

Love is a... | Sebastian x MC

Header image (Sebastian): @starrysallow ✦ 5,439 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI) ✦ unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), estranged friends to lovers, mild physical confrontation, some angst, oral, masturbation, p in v, tw: choking ✦ Inspired by "Love is A..." - PVRIS ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Events following catastrophe were called fallout for a reason. Oftentimes it wasn’t the disaster itself, but the particles of pain that amassed the body counts, thrown to the heavens and scattered. What goes up, must always come down.

After killing Solomon and being pardoned outside of a court of magical law, based on friendship and honesty at the decision of his closest two friends, Sebastian was never the same. He stopped regular class attendance, prioritized unhealthy friendships, and frequented the restricted section even more. 

She worried, constantly, but each attempt to reconnect and rekindle had been dodged and ignored. Her poor owl probably thought her a right lunatic with the amount of return post that accumulated next to her bedside.

It was as if he breathed in strands of that wretched Killing Curse, and his former self was another casualty of that day. 

Distance was the only solution, and weeks bled to months, then years. Hostilities were built, grudges cemented, and relationships wedged. A lifelong friendship built on mutual trust, obliterated by all counts without salvage. 

It hurt her heart, to say the least. Even Ominis insisted on prioritizing Sebastian’s company, solely out of self-flagellating guilt in believing he could have, somehow, prevented all of this. Now, he felt like it was the best means of maintaining Sebastian’s composure, of averting further tragedy. Eventually, the infrequent study sessions and conversations in the Slytherin common room became a thing of the past. The Undercroft’s clockface locking mechanism collected cobwebs, of time lost and friendships standing still. 

She withdrew; the end of her seventh year approached and she was consumed by the quiet, by research, by exams. By any and all distractions that held her focus long enough to neglect her feelings. 

Until one sleepless evening, as she passed the time in the Slytherin common room, tracing shapes in the condensation on the windows looking out into the Black Lake. The sound of footfalls and deep snickers bit her focus and induced an automatic eye-roll, the tells of men being up to no good. She turned her back to the stairwell, opting out of asking what they were up to at one-thirty in the morning.

Nothing great from the sounds of it. The group halted at the bottom of the stairs, whispered amongst themselves, and let out hushed sounds of approval. And then, the last voice she wanted to hear in the middle of the night beckoned her attention.

“Hello.”

Fucks sake, she thought, hearing Sebastian’s unfortunately familiar tone. His cronies chuckled, and worry started to spread uncomfortably in her chest.

“Leave her be, Sebastian.” 

Relief cooled her blood as Ominis chided his best friend. Nothing wary would occur if he was in their company, that was certain; the heir of Slytherin had a quiet but firm reputation that fellow housemates were keen to avoid fucking around near. She turned, and swallowed hard.

Sebastian was a ghost of his former self, having filled out the straight-up-and-down form of his early teenage years. His black button-down could have used a proper resizing, taut at the biceps, the slightest hint of his undershirt peeking through the first buttonhole. Had they maintained a proper friendship still, she might have found him rather fetching. 

But that was off the table entirely, their friendship long past expiration, the unanswered letters like an obituary in itself.

Sebastian crossed the central chamber of the common room, walking with the subtle saunter of liquid courage and bad influence, smirking with a glassy haze in his eyes. 

He stood far too close to her. “I said, hello.” Terse, unyielding. The firewhisky on his breath branded her cheeks, and at this proximity, she was painfully aware of how much taller than her he’d grown. His little band of brothers hung back much to her relief; Ominis stood between them and the tower of darkness, the only one of them with some decorum (and sobriety)

“What do you want?” She muttered, fists balled at her sides to hide their tremble.

Sebastian feigned a hurt expression but it immediately dissolved, replaced with a terrible implication in his grin. “You.”

His audience chortled, save for Ominis, who seemed to be carefully attuned to whatever Sebastian was about to say next. 

She ignored his forward attempt, cursing herself inwardly for how excited it made her feel. “What happened to you?” She wasn't looking for an answer, at least not immediately. She would have preferred he give it some thought, then approach her the next morning with an explanation (and, perhaps, an apology). “What’s wrong with you? Ever since you-”

Chagrined by her prying question, he reacted abruptly, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her back hard against the window.

His friends seemed perturbed by the action, immediately noping out of any involvement and backing out of the room for what they believed was yet to come. Ominis however took a step towards Sebastian, his wand raised, pulsing red. “Release her, Sebastian.” There was an exercised firmness in his voice as if he’d done this before. She wasn't the least bit surprised. 

What was surprising, however, was her arousal. For his hand to be large enough to cup her throat just right, she thought it unfair. His eyes commanded her gaze, nostrils flared and breath hissed over snarled lips. His words bore grit, and punctuation pronounced. “Watch. your. mouth.”

It was no suggestion, about as much room for argument as was left in her airways for oxygen to travel to and from; next to none. Her jugular pounded against the web of his thumb, and his eyelids fluttered, pupils contracting in the earth of his eyes. 

He knew. He bloody well knew how she was reacting, he had to. It shredded her innocence then, flayed it on the rack and flung her into a pit that the bastard dug himself. 

Sebastian’s lip twitched, the corner tugging upwards into a smirk. Fuck him, she thought before speaking her mind, an emphatically sharp remark cutting a web of spit that landed on his chin. It only broadened his grin, as he wiped it away with his middle finger before swiping it with his tongue.

Her sympathies were with Ominis who had to endure this display of power and obstinate threats. “You’re reprehensible, Sebastian!” he warned as a firm hand clapped his shoulder. “Leave her be. She’s gone through enough already without your mistreatments.”

But she didn't want him to leave her be. She wanted him to mistreat her even more, and leave nothing left.

Mercy was given as Sebastian released her, wringing his hand. He narrowed his eyes as she ran off towards the spiral staircase, leaving before Ominis could provide consolation. Only once she was safely out of eye and earshot did she suck in a breath. She winced, a sting of soreness at her swallow, coughing to clear her stuck esophagus.

But that wasn’t what she fixated on. Instead of fear, she felt curiosity. Instead of warnings heeded, she draped his red flags over her shoulders like expensive silks. 

Deceived into tasting forbidden fruit by a fucking snake. She could have laughed if she weren’t so fixated on the abject deploracy of it all. Every detail was ingrained in memory, down to the searing heat exhaled from his nostrils, fanning her décolletage, his inferno blazing.

And still, tears sprung to her eyes as she ran to the only spot she considered would provide some quiet reprieve…

And somewhere she could moan freely without an audience.

Thankfully the greenhouse was left unlocked, most likely by a fifth-year tasked with watering the dirigible plums after dinner and forgot to lock up. She stepped into the classroom, the humidity warmer than the cold dampness of the Slytherin dungeons, and she found a quiet corner to scoot on her bottom out of sight.

Despicable as it was, her digits committed treason and slipped under the waistband of her pajamas, sinning herself, confessing to those immoralities to please with her pleas. Her eyes wrenched shut in concentration as she drew upon her new little devious spank bank, every reaction cycling on a loop as her wrist bones cracked quietly in her panties with the fervour of her ministrations. And as close as she managed to get herself, with the image of Sebastian tattooed on tight eyelids, she almost cursed out loud when the latch on the greenhouse door clicked with movement.

She wasn't alone anymore.

She might have anticipated Ominis following her in hopes of apologizing on his behalf, but she never would have expected Sebastian to be the one stepping into the greenhouse, not after what transpired minutes ago. Perhaps Ominis talked some sense and ordered him to reconcile in person.

He leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets. “I can see you,” He said quietly, gesturing to her slippers poking out of the shadows. “What are you doing over there? Please, can you come out a moment?”

“Or what?” She replied, still trying to steady her breath, the combination of running and masturbating making it draw shallow. “You going to strangle me again if I don't?”

He exhaled, and… pleaded? “Promise I won't. That… I was out of line. You didn't deserve a moment of that treatment, not ever.”

She frowned, not expecting this change of pace whatsoever. She pushed herself up to stand, quickly wiping her fingers on the inside of her t-shirt, shuffling closer to him while maintaining adequate distance. With the enchanted heat lanterns angled at the massive venomous tentacula nearby, his face was washed with a glow that gave him a false sense of innocence. Her heart ached as she looked attentively at her former best friend for more than she had in over a year. “Sebastian,” she began, crossing her arms. “Can we talk about this in the morning? You’re drunk.”

“Not anymore,” he replied. “Ominis gave me a rather sobering talk.”

“Still.”

He sighed. “Please… we’ve gone too long without hashing this out. There’s a lot I need to say, and I’m certain the same rings true for you as well, no?”

She nodded, chewing her lip. It took several heavy seconds for him to continue, weighed down by the breadth of time spent apart. “I want to start by apologizing for how I threatened you this evening. I had a few drinks, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Even though it sounded like he was reading from a rehearsed script, his expression was genuine. “It wasn't right to scare you that way.”

If you only knew, she thought, but she wasn’t about to give him the benefit of the doubt. She looked down and focused on the small hole in the toe of her slipper. “It’s fine,” she replied, nodding. “No. I’m alright. Thank you for checking on me.”

Truth be told, she just wanted him to wrap it up so she could rub one out already. She couldn’t think of anything but his hand on her throat, and it was giving her a fuckton of bad ideas. When she looked up again he was eyeing her curiously, and the hint of narrowness in his gaze made her bottom lip tuck between her teeth.

“What were you doing here before I arrived?” 

She wondered, at that moment, if he’d spent his free time studying legilimency. Her nonchalance did not convince him. The tells were there: flushed face, rumpled pajamas, the drawstring tucked into her waistband. Still, she didn’t want him to know that she was fingerfucking herself before his surprise appearance; Merlin knows what that would do for his ego. She played it off. “Just checking the growth progress on my mallowsweet.” 

“You’re still a piss poor liar.” He huffed, though a shadow of a genuine smile made an appearance as he clasped his hands in front of him. He studied her, stepping closer. “I’ll need to be honest with you now, but I only ask that you be honest with me in return.” 

“You weren’t before?” She raised an eyebrow.

“What? No, yes—- I was being honest there, truly.” He was tripping over words, evidently still feeling some of the alcohol in his system. “I won’t lie to you, promise.” 

After consideration, she nodded. “Okay, what is it?” I’m probably going to regret this, she thought, leaning against a crate of potting soil. 

Sebastian’s expression was thoughtful, the space between his brows creased. It appeared as though he were trying to choose the proper words. “Over the past couple of years, we’ve… well, I haven’t been myself.” The halfhearted scoff from her was not lost on him, but he continued. “Ever since, you know… that, happened, I’ve experienced these disturbing feelings, impulses that make me want to do terrible things. I don't know how to describe them, but they’re not inherently good. Ominis believes I’m dealing with guilt, but it’s not so simple. It’s not that direct.”

His quiet intensity doubled down then, and he looked at her. “I’ve wanted to… to hurt you.” His voice softened as he said your name. “I’ve thought of unimaginable things, truly awful acts that made me consider my very sanity. Things that you would never deserve in a thousand years. And they aren't just passing through.” The words seemed to leave a foul taste on his tongue. “They stick around. No one knows about it, because how could I admit such a thing? Even now I’m trying to cast them out. I don't know if it’s some kind of repressed anger that you decided against turning me in, forcing me to live with the consequences of my actions without trial…”

He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m prattling. I just want you to know, this is the reason I’ve been so… distant, with you. It ate me up inside to stay away and it wasn't fair to you without an explanation, but I couldn't trust myself. Even now, or earlier I mean… I don’t know if these thoughts will go away entirely.” Shame settled into his features. “Still, I miss you. I have missed you, and I miss our friendship. I miss…” 

Sebastian blinked for a moment, and before she could interject he was standing right in front of her, hands on the crate behind her. She was locked in, his strong arms a barrier from freedom, but she wasn't about to attempt escape. To do so would mean she couldn't experience him this close, this intense. He towered over her, swallowing, Adam's apple bobbing. “I miss what could have been. Please, be honest with me…” He took her hand then, dwarfing hers. It made her chest tight as he murmured, and the heart was apparent in his words. “Even knowing what I’ve shared, knowing fully well that I want to fight these feelings for you, would you ever… even want, to be friends again?”

Her mouth fell open slightly, the wind out of her sails. The divisiveness in her was tumultuous, warring between slapping him across the face and shouting profanely for the blind selfishness. True that there was deep anger in her heart, but there was also a void that ran deep, a cut that never healed. She looked up at him, let out a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his torso, her face in his chest.

Sebastian was caught off guard, his inhale caught in his windpipe, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her in return. He held her so tightly she winced, letting out a small groan, but she didn't shy away, hugging him with equal enthusiasm as they swayed with the shared experience of reconnecting a missing piece after far too long. 

“Can you tell me when those thoughts are too much to ignore?” She asked after several seconds, looking up at him, ignoring the heartbeat that skipped attendance as a result. “I don’t want you to leave me again. That… that was the hardest thing to go through. I mean, we did everything together, and then to just, suddenly not…” She sighed. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

His brow furrowed. “Still relentlessly selfless, I see.” He smiled, and when he breathed she was relieved to find his breath no longer carried the smell of firewhisky, instead just purely him. “I swear to you, I’ll never put you in danger ever again. If I need to talk to someone or, I don't know, distract myself. I’d sooner fling myself from the astronomy tower than knowingly cause you harm.”

She nodded, but her mind was ping-ponging an idea around that made her reconsider her sanity. Rationality missed roll call and so when she looked up at Sebastian, when the rest of the world vignetted around him, the kiss happened all on its own. 

And he was just as eager, holding her body close as he consumed in a heat that scalded her resolve. Those fucking hands of his knew precisely where to hold her, where to pull, an indication that he’d imagined this before into his fist under bedsheets. She moaned with a tender kind of tact, fingers laced in his hair, practically pulling him into her petite form.

He parted to catch his breath moments later, cheeks and nose ruddy with blood flush. “This is okay?” His eyes flickered about her face, honing in on any evidence of disagreement in her expression. “I promise I won’t be rough with you, I--”

“Sebastian,” She murmured, tracing his clavicle as she spoke. Time to come clean. With any luck, he wouldn't be horrified of her. “I… I liked it… when you choked me.”

Brown eyes blinked, and she could practically see the cogs in his head struggle to make a full rotation around her admission. “You… you enjoyed that? But--”

“I loved it.” 

His lips parted then, and she saw a new look in his eyes. Perhaps this was what he sought to keep buried from her and yet here she was, laying in the very mound of dirt he turned up. 

So much is communicated in their gaze. His expression changes, and the paradigm shifts. “Yeah?” His voice has a hint of heat, a sample of what is to come, and the way he comes to terms with this burned slowly in her belly. “You like rough stuff?”

Her face flamed. “I-I never knew… But when you…”

The thought clicked then, and he tilted his head. “…what did you say you were doing in here, again?” 

“…I didn’t.” 

A slow smirk of understanding spread and remained in place, even as his lips crashed into hers. He kissed her with more insistence this time, harder, more ragged breaths than taking her breath away. Sebastian leaned into it, teasing her with his words. “What a little imp you are, scurrying off to rub one out. I’m surprised you didn’t go to your dormitory, where I wouldn’t be able to find you, left to your own devices…”

She gasped as those tactile fucking hands of his settled at her hips, fisting the waistband of her pajamas so hard the woven texture and seams of the fabric left indentations on his palms. Her hands were put to good use then as well, attempting to unbutton his shirt without breaking their kiss, a feat in itself considering how little thought was in her brain regarding anything that wasn’t connected to his body. Sebastian resumed his little wordplay while she untucked his shirt from his trousers. “Someone’s eager, aren’t we?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, and he chuckled while swatting her hands away from his nearly open shirt, grabbing and hoisting her to sit on the crate. Her legs snapped open immediately and Sebastian let out the most beautiful breathy groan, leaning into her as his lips descended the column of her neck. The humidity of the greenhouse gathered a whisper of perspiration along their brows, but the heat between them was something else entirely. Finally undoing his shirt in her conquest, it fell from his shoulders and she couldn’t help but drink him in. “Sebastian, you’re…”

He seemed a touch vulnerable at that moment, but it faded lightning fast as he grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head.

Her brain was rendered a useless mound of matter as she ran her hands over his defined chest, her eyes darting to the enticing trail of hair that disappeared into his trousers. 

“Fuck,” she breathed, and her intrigue spurred him on, fed the deviant within. His hand slid up her torso, deliberately over a braless breast, settling to hold her throat. The other, however, buried between her legs and cupped her mound from over her pajamas. 

The sound she made was positively primal, and she crushed her bottom lip between her teeth as he applied pressure, rubbing his fingers in devastatingly slow circles that made her hips buck. He leaned in close to her ear as she whimpered, nipping a lobe. “That's my girl… sing for me.” 

So she did, letting the moans out freely as he tightened his grip on her neck. Her back arched as his thumb pressed into the side of her throat, and the sensation made her acutely aware of her heartbeat. It throbbed in her head and her sex, her mouth agape as his dark eyes watched her reactions, and the wicked grin he gave her pronounced his excitement. “You like that?” He asked, voice hoarse and low, laden with lust. “You like how I touch you like this?”

She nodded eagerly, trying to control the friction between her legs with more measured motions, and he obliged with enough pressure that her wetness began to wick through the fabric, ample and abundant. “Merlin, you’re already so wet for me.” The way he spoke to her was nothing short of sinful, his voice reaching a lower pitch she’d never heard before. He sped up, letting her rock into his palm as he varied the pressure on her carotid. She could come just like this, pathetic and whining and without having taken any clothing off yet. 

Sebastian seemed intent on making sure she did just that. He leaned down to mouth a nipple from over her thin t-shirt, pulling another beautiful sound of pleasure from her mouth. The cotton wet with his lips around her pebbled peak and it throttled her impending orgasm. Her moans ascended in pitch, and just as she came the hand on her throat loosened. Her climax rocketed through her then, echoing sharply off the glass panels of the greenhouse, and if anyone were in the immediate proximity they would surely know it wasn't the sound of a mandrake that wriggled loose from its pot. Thighs spasming and tight to his sides, she rode out her release against his hand, the soaked crotch of her pajamas goading him on. 

His mouth disconnected from her, capturing her lips in an almost desperate kiss, despite the confidence in his tone. “You’re beautiful when you come for me,” Sebastian purred, and he finally pulled off her shirt, baring her chest. His quiet exhale signaled his enjoyment. “Fuck, look at you…”

“You like what you see?” She found her voice mingled with a new sense of boldness as she palmed her breasts for him, giving him a rightful show. Sebastian uttered an expletive to voice his approval and eagerly claimed her lips in a breathtaking kiss as he undid his belt. 

“God, yes,” his response was airy and rough. “Look what you do to me…”

And look she did, as he untucked himself from his underwear, practically twitching with the reflex of his abs clenching, his cock so hard it could crush diamonds to dust. She bit her bottom lip as he palmed his member, a groan born deep in his chest as she scooted off the crate and sunk to her knees in front of him, the cobblestone floor biting her joints. His cock bobbed at the most beautiful fucking sight he ever saw, and with an eager grasp at his base, she took the tip past her lips.

Sebastian’s head lulled back as he let out a quiet “unh,” drawn out once she slid the rest of his length into her mouth. She took his wrists then, bringing them behind her head, and his body knew precisely what to do as his fingers combed through her hair. With an abrupt thrust, he pushed deep into her eager mouth, and the moan that vibrated around his girth was all the encouragement he needed to repeat the motion. He imparted a slow, but intense pace, and she kept up with a slacked jaw and willing tongue. His cock glistened as it slid past her lips, a delicious mix of her saliva and his precum dribbling down her chin as she let him fuck her pretty mouth. The tip hammered the back of her throat and the sound she made to suppress her gag reflex stirred something in his chest, as if the nature of his ability to determine true love had some dirty little kinks of its own. 

Then again, looking down into her eyes, gone glassy with the effort of her fellation, he had to wonder. 

She didn't offer much room for second thoughts as she bobbed forward, taking him to the very base and then some, her nose pressed into the tufts of hair at his pubic bone. He held her there as she swallowed around his cock, her throat clenched as she sucked hard. With her airways constricted her breath was caught with nowhere to go and she properly choked, her face going red. Sebastian had never experienced something this intense, and he panted with balled fists in her hair to pull tightly. 

His hips snapped, withdrawing from her mouth as she sucked in a breath, so quickly that she coughed from the rush of air. “While I’d love to keep fucking your mouth,” he grinned, and she swore she saw the devil himself, “I need you to come around my cock while I choke that pretty little throat of yours.”

His words were music to her ears. She obliged, and he pulled her up by the hair to stand again, attacking her lips, all teeth and tongues. His fingernails scratched her hips as he wrenched her pajama bottoms down, her panties joining them at her ankles before he lifted her onto the crate again. The wood scraped her bottom but she had no room to protest as his cock commanded her attention, dragging deliciously between her puffy folds. “Sebastian, please,” she mewled almost pathetically, angling her hips in hopes of slipping him in on her own. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed softly, “you’re so wet…”

An unexpected moment of tenderness claimed his senses then and he looked up, their gazes meeting, hearts swelling. He cupped her cheek, swiping a spot of spit from her chin as he leaned in to kiss her with a softness that he wasn't accustomed to. For all the pain he’d known, for all the darkness that stained his being, she was the safe space to embrace. 

And he dare not let go of her. Not again. Not ever.

Her name fell from his lips as he slid inside of her. She hissed quietly as she acclimated to his length, testing his girth with a tightness that sent shivers up her spine. He rolled his hips, and she faced the heavens.

Sebastian was an intense lover, she discovered, his forehead pressed to hers as he fucked her deep, rocking on her ass with his eager motions. She was keen to contribute, her legs pretzeled around his waist, hands gripping his biceps for support, holding on for the ride of her life. Her plush warmth enveloped his cock, a silken heat that pulled him in. Their pace was perfection, enough to build their pleasure without losing traction. 

“Mm, here.” He scooped her up at the bottom, carrying her effortlessly to a nearby workstation, gesturing her to lay her back on the desktop. “I wanna see all of you…”

He grabbed her hips with an almost bruising firmness and continued to fuck her on the workstation, watching his cock pump in and out of her, and she realized with a soft chuckle why he’d chosen this specific desk. No doubt this was a slight dig at her previous crush during their third year, Leander fucking Prewett, when Sebastian had caught them snogging outside the entrance to their common room. He’d teased her relentlessly for it, and now she had half a mind to wonder if it was a little crush of his own developing back then. His wicked grin implied they were on the same page. “You little shit,” she chuckled, but it cut off as he slammed inside, pulling an especially loud moan from her. No room for Gryffindor thoughts in this snake pit. 

Sebastian’s gaze darkened with lust, his hair tousled along his forehead. One of those perfect hands claimed her throat as he shrouded her. “Yes,” she rasped, and he clasped firmly, squeezing precisely where he had to to get her heart thundering through her temples. She realized then, as her pulse became dangerously loud behind her ears, that he was timing his thrusts to her heartbeat. Her back arched with the increased pace, a symphony of gargled moans singing his praises as she quickly ascended the peak of an approaching climax. “Sebastian, I’m—I’m close…”

“I know,” he replied, unyielding in his motions. The edges of her vision greyed, and before she could protest the impending blackout, he eased his grip. At the precise moment that oxygenated blood returned to her brain, she came hard around his cock, hollering his name as she convulsed on the desk. Sebastian didn't stop, however, chasing the tails of his release with reckless abandon, hips pistoning so hard the table jostled and scraped against the floor. When he did come he punctuated it with a growled expletive, holding his hips flush to hers as her spent, quivering sex milked him for all he could give. 

He collapsed onto her chest, kissing her sternum between shallow breaths. “You felt so, so good,” he whispered, craning his neck to offer breathless kisses as she cradled his head adoringly. She gestured to sit upright and he pulled out, sooner than he’d wanted, but he could tell by her soft groan that the firm surface had to be brutal on her spine. 

Instead, she held him, melting into another appreciative kiss. “As did you. That was… I never knew it could feel like that.”

Sebastian chuckled, nosing her cheek with affection. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have left you alone after all.”

Her smile faltered, and he caught the echo of pain behind her eyes. “Sorry, I… I should have talked to you about this sooner. I was wrong to have shut you out this way. I was only trying to ensure your safety.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “I’ll make it up to you, for lost time.”

“You better,” she grinned again, this time with fondness as she brushed the bangs back from his forehead. “And, maybe… we can keep exploring these new enjoyments together. Perhaps by letting you indulge in some rougher activities, it will help.”

Sebastian nodded slowly. “You’d want to do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” She replied without hesitation. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t offer my assistance?”

A strong brow raised at that, and he smirked. “Oh, is this currently what you would define as friend behaviour between us?” he gestured to their naked forms, flushed pink with post-sex afterglow, glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Merlin, you’ve become awfully chummy.”

She rolled her eyes, thanking him wordlessly as he helped put her shirt back on before retrieving his own. “So you’re assuming I’m you’re girlfriend now or something?”

“Will you?” 

She caught it; fleeting, but there nevertheless, a fond expression that brought back memories of his younger years, a boyish charm that captured her heart long ago. Her Sebastian was still living, hidden beneath layers of tarnish and grime, but certainly there, and she would polish him back to his original splendour and shine. She nodded, and they made plans to meet again sooner rather than later because later was an awful prospect in this touching moment of reunion.

She left the greenhouse with his hand in hers, a changed woman, gladly leaving the bodies of their former selves on the floor, all akimbo and forgotten, a distraction for the pain of the past to feast upon, releasing them from the confines of their creation.

Love is a murder, after all.

[le-morte-d-belle]

Title: Linger

Chapter One: In the Shadow of a Friend

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Main Characters: Selena Calderon (OC), Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Pre!Ominis Gaunt x Selena Calderon

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: A short story inspired by Hogwarts Legacy. Some liberties were taken and certain events will not follow the original story within the game beat for beat. Characters have been aged a year (6th year).

Summary: Selena Calderón was a fool to yearn for a man she could not keep. Ominis Gaunt was too sanguine to think he could keep their hands clean. Sebastian Sallow was the sting that once held all three together. And, in the wake of his absence everything around Ominis and Selena was unraveling. The two were lingering for a friend in the hopes they could save him from Azkaban.

As the Great Hall rang quietly with booming cheers and choral laughter, the broken duo of three sought refuge outside grand doors and in the laps of the frigid stone seats echoed hushed sounds of a warm spring night. Thoughts flitted to and fro, grasping onto ‘what ifs' and ‘I should have done this,’ but none led to glorious alternatives where the conclusion of a whirlwind friendship could end in any way other than this. Reminiscent as they might be, Ominis and Selena would always find themselves sitting in the engulfing silence of a void, searching for its missing, cheeky master.

When did it all go wrong?

How did all the roads lead them here?

Hadn’t they been through enough?

Why had it taken her five days to gather the strength often associated with her and her Gryffindor classmates to confront him?

Selena wasn’t proud to admit she had avoided him in his time of need, but the weight that came with the decision to grant her friend freedom or damnation needed more consideration. She wanted a moment more to reflect on everything— find a way to make sense of her friend’s participation in the destruction of his family. She needed the chance to understand how his fixation on a mythical remedy stirred his deep-rooted desperation into action and confidently kill a man. Selena could pretend Solomon’s death did not happen. She could say she had not seen the tendrils of dark magic that propelled Sebastian into committing this unfortunate accident. To lie on his behalf was dangerous. Yet, one softened gaze and a slew of long-winded praises had Selena caving.

How did this brown, bleary-eyed boy lead her into temptation?

The further she had fallen, the easier it became to forsake salvation. Selena should have given her answer that night in the Undercroft once the dust settled and the traces of death had been cleaned off. She could put on a show and speak words of pretend, but Sebastian was no fool. He had to know she’d come around in the end. It was futile for Selena to try and escape him. She had signed the contract, and made a pledge to have her wings clipped and join him in his descent from the heavens.

Ominis was no better.

It had taken Selena absolutely zero effort to convince him they did not need to turn Sebastian in. A few choice words, and Ominis had plunged off the edge of paradise with them. They were in too deep, a pair of fools who found ways to sink deeper into the ocean and continue drowning. Try as he might, Selena suspected Ominis wouldn’t be capable of keeping up his pretenses against the use of Dark Magic after this. The duo had willingly given up their crusade just to have Sebastian stay.

So selfish.

Selena had awoken that morning feeling relieved with the decision made. All sense of anxiety had been stripped away, and she was ready to start her day with her two closest friends. Selena and Ominis agreed to unite together during breakfast. They would stand before Sebastian and assure him all was forgiven and forgotten. Everything would ease itself back into place. Her excitement had fluttered through every nerve beneath her skin. Selena was ready to return to Sebastian’s orbit and fall instep with each of his strides, hands intertwined, as a silent guide on his journey to redemption. They could have carried on with the rest of their year like nothing had happened.

But Ominis had been right all along.

They'd become consumed by the very magic they had thought would help them. They had been foolish and dumb to believe in any other outcome, and now the world would still continue on. It meant nothing to anyone around them that they had lost Sebastian.

"I miss him." Selena finally acknowledged.

"I'm surprised you do,"  Ominis murmured in reply. "Did you not have to contemplate on whether to send him to Azkaban or not?"

It was a bitter quip Selena knew her companion meant no true harm with. He couldn't help it. There was a missing link rattling on beside them- clinking and snapping into the empty space of a young man their memories tried to hide from. The two could only watch as a bubbling potion threatened to spill over and flood them with unwanted emotions. Sebastian was a fool for willingly giving them up to fulfill a far fetched dream.

"You did too." Pathetic. Remorseful. A three-word knife she had hoped to dig into him too. Ominis was as much to blame even if he chose to be cruel.

Yet, he still spoke some truth.

Selena could tell the world around them her loyalty to Sebastian stood strong and unwavering. No amount of rumors or questioning could sweep her away from him, but Ominis was right- again. She had been shaken. Doubts and reexaminations lead Selena astray for a brief moment. The devotion she held for Sebastian had become cracked with the subconscious agreement he had gone too far- he had become a murderer.

"Do you know where they might be keeping him?" She tried again.

"You can't be that dimwitted." Quick. Sharp. Vicious. An automatic reply fueled by the bitterness of a loss she knew Ominis, nor she,  was ready to admit.

Exasperated, Selena sighed and returned just as quickly with, "Aren't you a Gaunt and a Slytherin?"

She watched him close his eyes with just as much exacerbated patience as the hypocritical grin threatening to spill across his face. Try as he might, Ominis could never burrow himself far enough behind his haughty Slytherin mask. It was a harder task to bring the man back to the forefront, but Selena would always be able to crash into his solitary fortitude and find him. Even now, with Sebastian gone and their wounded hearts quietly weeping out of them, Selena removed the veil draping Ominis.

She would be a fool to lose him for not doing so too.

"What are we going to do?"

"The one thing that seems to escape the two of you. Nothing."

"Nothing!" She laughed. "Did you forget what house I'm in?"

Her companion shook his head with mocking disappointment. As brave and brash as she might be, Selena knew those Gryffindor labels would only lead to more misery. Sebastian had made his decision, and maybe, finally, she should take this small reprieve for the new beginning it could be. For the first time since she stepped into these halls, Selena wasn't at someone's will or something's beck and call. The circumstances in which she found this brief moment of peace were not ideal. However, she couldn't deny the spark of relief that slowly wandered through her.

How deviously Slytherin of Ominis for awakening dreams of hope within the dark corridors of dread.

Selena didn't argue with him further.

Instead, she chose to chase the heated coals emitting from his skin and cuddle into the calmness it provided.  For a cursory moment, it dawned on her the strangeness of being so close to him. Somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts, the ignored thread uniting them glowed brightly. It sat there hissing sweet promises in the hopes she would allow it to slither out from the dormant parts of her mind. Selena had been too afraid to tug on it and set it free. Though, she would quietly admit under veritaserum that this string was much easier to fall in line with than the one tying her to Sebastian.

Perhaps that's why she was instinctively led to lightly dance her fingers across Ominis' hands. Feather-like touches ignited the illuminating fibers of the thread, scorching hotter and deeper as if desperately trying to leave memorable imprints of it for both of them to see. The intimacy of an act such as this kept Selena grounded. She could forget about him and enjoy the comfort Ominis provided. Whatever this was between them, Ominis seemed to bask in it. He didn't offer up any signs of discomfort with her newfound familiarity with every dip and curve of his. Ominis seemed to relish the way all of Selena's attention was now focused on him.

Could it be he was seeking the same peace he had so freely given by allowing her to be so close? The questioning of it stopped any more movement.

What was she doing? Ominis wasn't Sebastian. They were friends, yes, but that didn't mean she'd fill the gaps abandoned by another for an unexplored whim. To crave the contact of someone she had just barely shared her secrets with? No. She couldn't do this. Not now. Not when she would rather suffer through the ravenous terrain that could possibly lead her back to the one who did know all of her. Sebastian had been taken, and here she was ready to give up on him.

Selena couldn't continue to sit here with Ominis.

The guilt had finally caught up. Their dearest friend was waiting for someone to save him. As hopeful and free as she might be beneath the blanket of stars and hidden away from everybody, Selena needed to follow that fraying thread still tying her to Sebastian.

Abruptly, she stood up with an explanation and a plea on her tongue. The end of their friendship didn't have to be their only outcome. He had to know that Sebastian wasn't completely out of their grasp. He hadn't truly left them because he wanted to. A mistake had been made, as horrendous as it was, but Sebastian was not lost. They just needed to show him the way home- back to them.

Come with me! Let's go get him! She planned to tell Ominis, rushing to stand tall and unwavering, but making no move to relinquish her hand's hold on him.

"Nothing." Ominis hissed before she could get swept away in her fantasy.

What?

She was thunderstruck. How could he read her so easily? Why was she the only one feeling this urgency? She couldn't breathe. This was all too much.  Selena only wanted their circle to be complete again, not continue on with this empty phantom walking beside them.

The sorrowful ache slowly became easier to reside in.

Tightly Ominis tugged on her stiffen hand, pulling Selena back down to earth with him. He tenderly trapped Selena within a steel embrace and whispered hotly into her ear, "We are doing nothing."

"But-"

"For now at least."

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Closing his eyes, Ominis allowed another small grin to crawl across his face. Some things never changed, not with this foolhardy Gryffindor girl, he had become intimately melded with. Selena and all her witty kindness were a constant he could count on. Her presence was the blinding light breaking through a cloudy obsidian sight and mourned as he might be, Ominis scoffed at how easily Sebastian set her free. What a fool his friend had been to sacrifice himself for the brief satisfaction of a spurious wish.

It wasn't that Ominis hadn't understood it. Family was important. Blood meant everything. Anne had been his friend too. However, love of any kind was an obsessive sickness no one could save themselves from. He had seen just how far such a monster would bloody its claws to try and spread its disease. The infection festered and brewed within the hearts of even the strongest men and women of Wizarding kind. Sebastian was no different than any other who had overdosed from the weight of an ineffable addiction.

Ominis would not let lust like that control him.

That's what separated him from his eldest friend.

Sebastian was chasing after a tantalizing fantasy he could only cherish in his dreams. It was an illusion, a brief glimpse of what could be, but nothing one could physically conquer in reality.

Except for Ominis.

The key to beating love at its game was to set such a greedy thing free from its cell so it became a corporeal entity. That was why he'd relish the way sides softly swayed against his. How he could allow fingers to gently whisper across his pale hands, and welcome the warmth radiating from every dip and curve of a body thoroughly familiar to his own. He would not be steered beyond the towering walls of Hogwarts. He would not be taken away from her.

Yes, Sebastian would be missed. Ominis had no doubts about it. There would always be a lingering space that only Sebastian could fit. Six years of friendship did not simply vanish, as much as his dear friend seemed to wish. He was grieving, Ominis knew this, but it was too late for his eldest friend to wash the blood clean from his hands. Dark magic had sunken its claws into Sebastian, raked itself so deep that the task of ridding the other from it would be a war Ominis did not think Selina was ready for.

Clearing the name of a murderer required a delicate plan.

Selena, so eager and ready to follow after Sebastian, would need to wait. Now wasn't the time to run off like a pair of fools trying to quiet a mandrake. This new information Professor Black had given only led to further speculation. What had gone on in those office walls for their friend to be taken? Surely Anne wasn't the one to condemn Sebastian?

An unnerving thought Ominis did not want.

He didn't want to ponder the potential of perfidy any longer.

For now, he'd let the fires burn out before striking. And though protest hung upon full pink lips, Selena would have to trust him. Ominis needed more time to figure out how to fix this. Their brief pause was a small gift he'd hoped she could accept. Cool and bright as she might be, burrowed within his arms, Ominis would need her leashed until dawn could shine on all three of them again.

"Ominis?" she whispered once her fire had been doused and the sounds of the Great Hall had finally come to a stall. He waited for a moment longer, only showing his acknowledgement of her by softly stroking away the cold as it tried to quietly creep into the hold they had on each other. Ominis could feel hesitancy commanding her. She cuddled herself deeper in the circle of his arms, and fiddled with the clasps of his cloak this way and that way. Soundlessly she found tasks to keep herself from running away and finding the courage to say,

"The Aurors casted Legilemens during their interrogation with me today."

"They what! Did you tell Headmaster Black about this?"

"No, I...didn't think to."

"Didn't think to? Selena, they aren't allowed to use Legilimency on students! I know you're not familiar with every policy in the Wizarding World, but surely your beloved Professor Fig has mentioned this to you?"

A brief pause had welcomed itself in. The ease they had been unknowingly fostering exploded apart. Ominis hadn't meant any harm by his comment, but Selena's attachment to the professor wasn't lost on him. The cessation, however, startled Ominis.

"I wasn't thinking, okay?" She had growled out before feebly stepping out of his arms. "One minute I'm talkin' to them and the next I can feel someone tryin' to jump inside my head. It was the strangest thing I've ever felt and when I finally pushed them out, I wasn't exactly worried about telling Professor Black what'd happen.  I just wanted to make sure I didn't give them anything to use against Sebastian."

"You pushed them out?"

"Yes. Or, at least I think so? Honestly, I'm not sure what I did. I just wanted them out."

"Out? But that does- I'm not sure I quite follow?"

"Uh, well, yes, out. I honestly don't understand the logistics of it myself but all I know  is I wanted them out of my head. I could feel them forcing their way in and my magic just reacted, and um, kinda sent the poor man flying."

"Flying!"

"Look." Selena sighed, clearly put out over Ominis' interrogation, "I have a headache and am not in the mood to deal with all of this right now."

He had let a frown settle onto his face despite wishing to push his friend further. So many revelations had disturbed Ominis' understanding of the situation, and he couldn't fathom what direction the duo should partake in. Is this what Selena was trying to say to him? Could there truly be  something bigger brewing than the Aurors had stated?

"Ominis." She comforted, voice soft with affection. "I'm alright."

Ah.

Maybe that was where he could start? Ominis couldn't help Sebastian at the moment, but he was at least capable of this. Selena was always the strongest, yet it would seem even she needed some protection.

"I know." Ominis reassured, opening his arms and drawing her back in- hoping to erase the distance Selena created. "That is why I am going to teach you Occlumens."

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Author's Note: So here it is! Excuse the short mess that this is, but I hope you enjoy it. I don't anticipate this being a long work as the story is pretty much planned out, yet one can never really know. With that being said, I hope to have chapters out every  other Friday. Additionally, please let me know if you see any grammar errors. I tried sweeping though to correct things, but contrary to belief English majors aren't always Grammar queens. Anyhow, I do hope you like the story :)

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Lakeside Confessions

An audio excerpt from Chapter 4 of my Gauntlow fic, In The Shadow of Every Word Left Unspoken

In which Ominis and Sebastian admit how they fell in love with one another! 🥰❤️

This one was so fun to make and I've been dying to hear how it turns out. My heart is so full for them right now, you have no idea! 😭🔥❤️

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Chapitre 02 : Le nouveau colocataire chez les serpents

Note auteur: Bonjour ^^ Voila le second chapitre de HL - The Lost Dragon ! Je le sors plus tôt que prévu :) C'est un petit chapitre mais j'espère que vous l’apprécierez ! Bonne lecture . _______________

Le professeur Fig rejoignit Helena et Nolan en compagnie de Weasley. “Bonsoir Fig, eh bien voilà une arrivée spectaculaire, j’espère que tu m’expliquera en détails tout cette affaire. - Bonsoir Matilda…euh … oui bien sûr mais peut-être un peu plus tard. Je crois bien que les enfants ont bien besoin d’une bonne nuit de sommeil après ce qu’ils ont pu traverser … Du repos serait priorisé,” répondit le vieil homme avec un bon prétexte pour ne pas lui expliquer les vraies raisons. Il lui fallait gagner du temps afin de réfléchir à excuse. “Oui cela va de soit …” La directrice adjointe n’était pas dupe que son collègue lui cachait certaines choses mais elle devait avouer qu’il n’avait pas tort que les deux nouveaux arrivants avaient vécu une rentrée assez mouvementée et peu commune. L’attaque du dragon et la mort de George Osric a dû être éprouvant même si Nolan et sa sœur ne montraient pas leur visage éprouvé afin de ne pas inquiéter le monde. Ils étaient assez au centre de nombreuses conversations, il ne voulait pas en rajouter davantage. La dame pivota sur ses talons vers Helena avec un sourire amical. “Venez ma chère, je vais vous accompagner dans votre salle commune. Et quant à vous Mr Drake, le professeur Fig pourra vous montrer la votre chez les serpentard. Sur ce, messieurs, je vous souhaite une bonne soirée. - Merci professeur, bonne soirée à vous aussi. “ Nolan remercia doucement l’adjointe qui partit en direction de  la tour des Serdaigles.

“Bonne soirée professeur Fig, salua Helena avant de suivre Weasley.” Nolan fit un clin d'œil à sa sœur avant de rejoindre le professeur Fig qui le conduit chez les Serpentards, après une brève visite de la salle commune, le vieil homme vers la partie des dortoirs puis il toqua à une porte avant d’entrer. “Bonsoir, messieurs, pardon de vous déranger mais à partir d’aujourd’hui vous allez accueillir le nouvel élève. Nolan Drake.J’espère que cela ne vous dérangera pas ?” Fig laissa Nolan rentrer qui salua ses deux camarades de chambre. “Non, professeur, ça ira et il serait dommage que ce lit prenne la poussière. Un nouveau coloc devrait animer un peu plus la chambre. Par vrai Ominis ? “Oui …” soupira doucement Ominis qui semblait légèrement contrarié. Lui qui ne voulait pas partager son dortoir avec d’autres camarades à l’exception de son meilleur ami Sebastian. Il avait pourtant eu une dérogation grâce au directeur Black. Comment diable ce nouveau pouvait-il faire pour que le directeur déroge à sa demande. “Parfait. Je ne vous retiens pas plus longtemps, Nolan nous verrons demain pour vos affaires et d’autres détails. Après cette rude journée, allez vite vous reposer. - Merci professeur, ne vous inquiétez pas pour moi ça ira. “ Le jeune Drake sourit  pour rassurer Fig avant de se tourner vers ces nouveaux colocataires de chambre. Dès la sortie du professeur, Sebastian se dirigea vers lui sans plus attendre pour l'aborder. “Bienvenue chez les Serpentards, tu es tombé sur la meilleure maison qui soit. Sebastian Sallow et lui le grincheux c’est Ominis Gaunt, mon meilleur ami. Ne lui en veux pas s’il est un grognon car il pensait qu’on allait avoir le dortoir rien que pour nous deux. Mais apparemment ça ne sera pas le cas cette année . - Nolan Drake… enfin …vous le savez déjà, enchanté. Alors je suis plutôt chanceux d’être bien tombé,” dit timidement le nouvel Serpentard en se grattant doucement la joue avant d’ajouter. “Mmmh aussi … Je suis navré, je voulais pas imposer ma présence dans votre dortoir mais si vous voulez, demain je peux demander à changer… - Non! C’est bon, tu peux rester … “coupa Ominis en soupirant, résolu à laisser le nouvel étudiant intégrer leur chambre mais en vrai il était intrigué par la famille Drake, tellement de rumeurs couraient à leur sujet, difficile pour le blond de ne chercher à savoir pourquoi sa famille, la prestigieuse maison Gaunt avait si peur de cette famille de dragon. Il est vrai que les dragons étaient un bon arguments pour effrayer n’importe quel sorcier mais le blond suspectait d’autres raisons. “Tant que tu n’empiètes pas sur mon espace et que tu ne ronfles pas comme un troll.Tu pourras rester… “souffla le jeune Gaunt. “Ok, je ferai attention. Merci,” Nolan sourit, content d’être accepté par ses camarades de chambre avant de poser sa cape sur son lit. “Tu n’as pas d’affaires ?” Demanda Sebastian, interrogé de ne pas voir les affaires du nouveau colocataire. “Eh bien, je pense qu’une partie est dans l'estomac d’un dragon … et l’autre perdu sur le chemin de Poudlard. “Oh … oui, vrai, ce n’est pas pratique. Pardon mais ça va aller pour ta soeur et toi ? Mmmh si tu veux je peux te prêter un pyjama le temps d’avoir de nouveau d’affaires. - Oui ça va aller pour nous, merci de t’inquiéter pour Helena et moi.” hocha la tête Nolan, un peu gêné à devoir emprunter des affaires pour son premier jour. Mais aussi il était inquiet et préoccupé par le dragon qui les avait attaqué. Beaucoup de questions lui montaient à la tête mais la fatigue était plus que pesante pour avoir les idées claires. “Merci, je veux bien t'emprunter un pyjama pour cette nuit mais je vais devoir vite acheter des nouvelles affaires si je veux tenir cette année. Je te rendrai une fois que je l’aurai nettoyé. - Nettoyer ?” s'étonna Sebastian.

“Oui, c’est la moindre des choses que je le lave après l’avoir porté. - Tu peux juste demander à un elfe de maison de s’en occuper de ça … - Ah! Oui, c’est vrai … pardon , vieille habitude hahaha.” Rougit légèrement le garçon aux cheveux corbeau, un peu honteux. Nolan oubliait qu’il n’était plus dans une école moldue et qu’il devait réapprendre à vivre avec les habitudes et codes de la société magique. “Tu comptais le laver comment ?” Demanda Ominis surpris par le comportement de Nolan. Il avait du mal à croire qu’il faisait partie de la prestigieuse famille de Dragon. “Eh bien, tout simplement avec de l’eau et de la lessive. Pour quelle raison ?” Le jeune Drake répondit de manière naturelle, comme si cela était normal pour tout le monde. “Attends tu es vraiment de la très ancienne famille de sorcier, ceux avec les Dragons ? C’est pas pour t’offenser mais on dirait que tu as pas vraiment connu le monde magique,” interrogea Sebastian un peu confus après lui avoir donné un pyjama. En observant de plus près, le brun remarqua que Nolan n’avait pas un physique fragile mais semblait beaucoup plus robuste et était légèrement plus grand que lui.  “ Désolé il va être un peu petit pour toi. 

- …Oui …C’est bien ma famille … Comment expliquer cela …” Le nouvel Serpentard cherchait à bien s’expliquer cependant  il tira une petite mine, en raison de la fatigue mais il voulait tenir bon.

“Ah ! Je suis désolé je voulais pas te mettre dans l’embarras si tu ne veux pas en parler je comprendrai …

- Non, non… c’est bon, pas d’inquiétude,” secoua la tête. “Je comprends que vous soyez tous curieux à propos de ma famille. Il est préférable de vous expliquer certains points si je veux rester avec vous. Encore merci pour le pyjama, je pense que ça va aller même si c’est pour une nuit.” Nolan réfléchit puis il prend une petite inspiration avant de s’expliquer. “Par où commencer … Mmmmh… Comme vous le savez ma famille a quelque peu vécu à l’égard de la société magique … enfin nous nous montrons très discrets.Il y a plusieurs raisons que nous soyons dans l’ombre mais je ne les connaîtrai pas pour toutes, j’en saurai plus qu’à la fin de mes études mais je sais que l’une d’elle, est que nous soyons proche des moldus.” Nolan semblait un peu triste qu’un bon nombre de sorciers voient d’un mauvais œil les moldus. “La famille a jugé bon que Helena et moi découvrons en premier le monde Moldus avant le monde magique. Du coup nous avons eu une première éducation dite ‘moldu’ en suivant divers enseignements et en voyageant dans le monde.” Il prit une petite pause avant de reprendre son explication. “Bien sûr nous avons quelques petites notions sur le monde magique mais pas autant qu’un jeune sorcier normal. Les parents ne voulaient pas qu’on s’encombre de pression magique ou de fardeau familial avant nos 15 - 16 ans. Ils voulaient qu’on profite de simples choses et je dois dire que ma sœur et moi, nous ne regrettons pas cette décision.”  Nolan sourit en repensant à ces beaux souvenirs à travers le monde moldu et ces nombreuses rencontres. Cela eut l’effet d’une douce chaleur réconfortante avant de relever la tête et terminer son explication. “Puis il a été décidé qu’il était temps de rentrer dans le monde magique, c’est pourquoi nous ne rentrons que maintenant à Poudlard et que nous soyons novice du monde magique malgré le grand nom de sorcier que nous portons.” Nolan se retient pour l’instant de ne pas parler des dragons, c’était le seul sujet magique dont il était bien informé mais il valait mieux leur dire un autre jour. “Pourtant, l'été dernier, nous avons essayé de rattraper notre retard en apprenant un maximum de choses mais ça n'a pas été facile… et nous avons encore beaucoup de choses à connaitre du monde magique,” termina le garçon. “Je vois … Je comprends un peu mieux pourquoi,” s’exclama Sebastian, toujours aussi intrigué, il avait bien d'autres questions mais il se disait d'attendre et de les poser petit à petit. Ce n’est pas comme s'il allait s’envoler. “Mais pourquoi vos prédécesseurs n’ont pas intégré Poudlard ou d'autres écoles comme vous en 5e années depuis plusieurs décennies ?” Demanda Ominis dont la question lui démangeait le cerveau. “Mmmmh,  il est vrai qu’on aurait pu apprendre la magie à la maison mais le Do… ” Il se tut un brève instant puis il reprit. “ … une divinatrice de la famille nous a prédit que l’école avait besoin de nous et inversement … Que nous trouverons certaines réponses ici.

- Des réponses ? A quoi ?” questionna le serpentard blond. Encore plus de mystère. A chaque réponse, de nouvelles questions se formaient dans sa tête. La famille Drake était fascinante, bon à intrigué n’importe qui. 

“Navré c’est assez personnel et je ne peux en parler à la place de ma sœur ou je risque sa fureur. 

- Oh, oui ta sœur … j’ai du mal à imaginer ta jolie sœur en colère.” s’exprima Sebastian avec un sourire rêveur.

“Sebastian …” tenta Ominis de le corriger.

“Hahaha. C’est rien Ominis, Je me suis habitué à ce que ma sœur attire beaucoup les regards ces derniers temps. Il faudrait être aveugle pour ne pas voir sa beauté …

- Et bien tu peux compter sur moi pour ça … - C'est-à-dire ?” demanda Nolan, interrogé par la réponse de son camarade blond. “Je suis né aveugle donc bon ta sœur n'a pas trop à s'inquiéter sur mon cas. - Pardon … je n’avais pas remarqué que … enfin pardon … mais pourquoi tu utilises pas la magie pour voir ? Le sort est si difficile.

“Il n'existe aucune magie pour ça … ne t'inquiète pas, j’utilise ma baguette pour me repérer dans le château.” Ominis était sceptique par la remarque de Nolan , il sentit dans sa voix comme un message caché. Que voulait-il insinuer par le sort si difficile ? Il valait mieux le connaître avant de continuer cette conversation. “Ok …Sebastian si tu veux un bon conseil, évite de la draguer ouvertement et trop complimenter sur son physique. Devient ami et apprends à la connaître avant tout, si tu veux avoir tes chances avec elle. Sinon tu vas finir comme tous les autres prétendants, dans la case de l’ignorance éternelle hahaha.” Ria doucement le jeune homme en pensant aux nombreux râteaux que sa sœur avait pu donner ces 2 dernières années.

“Bien …bien c’est noté, merci du conseil. Mais ça ne te dérange pas que….

- Bref il se fait tard, on devrait dormir,” coupa Ominis pour éviter de partir de nouveau dans une conversation sans fin. Nolan et Helena n’allaient pas s’enfuir. Ils auront bien d'autres occasions pour discuter de ça.

“Oui c’est vrai, je suis épuisé. Et bien, bonne nuit à vous deux. “ Nolan partit se changer avant de dormir comme une masse au lit. Il ne fallut que quelques secondes au nouveau serpentard pour tomber dans les bras de Morphée avec des rêves étranges sur l’ancienne magie. C’était l’une des raisons pour lesquelles le Doyen de la famille avait permis à Helena et lui d’aller à Poudlard? ------------- Fin du chapitre: Le prochain arrivera le 26/08/2024 ou avant. Retrouver les liens des chapitres et avancement ici

[toonedupfiction]

My version of Sebastian from my fic

Legacy Disowned one Wattpad

[lavenderandturpentine]

Sebastian: Ominis, did you know that sage can be grown both indoors and outdoors?

Ominis: Everyone knows that, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Alright, Mr. Know-it-all, tell me something no one else knows.

Ominis: Garreth has been sneaking into MC’s dorm almost every night this week.

Sebastian: Everyone kn— Wait… what!?

Sebastian: Oh, I’m going to kill him!