Sebastian: 

Sebastian has an excellent technique- this boy's got a silver tongue in more ways than one. 

He loves teasing MC and will spend forever trailing kisses and love bites up her thighs until she's writhing under his mouth, desperate for him to touch her where she wants it most. 

He'll give in eventually, tasting MC thoroughly yet painfully slowly, making her yearn for more. 

Sebastian often fantasizes about MC coming apart under his touch time and time again until she's a trembling mess whimpering his name as she buries her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her aching core. 

Unfortunately for Sebastian, he doesn't have the self-control required to bring this plan to life - as soon as MC comes undone even once, all he can think about is burying himself to the hilt in her heat. 

Sebastian's quite the thrill seeker, so he's definitely tried to convince MC to let him taste her when they are alone in an empty classroom or a broom closet. 

Ominis: 

There are few things Ominis loves more than the sound of MC's soft whimpers as he traces featherlight kisses up her thighs, how soft and warm she feels under his mouth, and her delightfully sweet and oh-so-sinful taste. 

Ominis is a quick learner and a very attentive lover - it doesn't take him long to figure out how to please MC exactly how she likes. 

Despite everything they've been through, Ominis still almost cannot believe that someone as special as MC could love him back, so he's determined to make her feel the best she's ever felt.

Most of the time, he's slow and methodical and gentle as he showers every inch of MC's sensitive flesh with attention, tasting and touching her in a way that'll make her come apart under his lips and tongue in no time at all. 

Whenever Ominis gets jealous, it's a different story - jealousy always makes him vicious. He'll spend forever teasing MC until she's a whimpering, babbling mess writhing under his mouth, utterly lost in her pleasure, desperate for him to have her. That makes an odd sense of pride uncoil in his chest - that's right, he's the only one who can make her feel this way.

Garreth: 

Garreth's a sweetheart, so enthusiastic and oh so eager to please - few things make him happier than making MC feel good. While he might not have the best technique, whatever Garreth may lack in finesse, he more than makes up for in pure enthusiasm. 

He can get a little distracted during the process - neglecting the rest of MC's body feels almost unfair, so sometimes he'll pull away from his task to pepper kisses all over her. 

Garreth lives for the moments when MC snakes her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, moving her hips against his mouth, and when her thighs tighten around his head as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. 

He enjoys going down on MC and is not shy about it - if it's been more than a few days, he'll be begging MC for a taste. 

He loves watching MC as she's lost in her pleasure - she looks so good, so utterly flushed, disheveled, and debauched that the sight alone is enough to bring him to the edge... and over the edge that one time, which, perhaps, was not his finest moment, but in his defense, MC looked and tasted devastatingly delicious.

Sebastian: 

When Sebastian asked MC to accompany him on a late-night excursion to the Restricted Section, he did not anticipate they'd find themselves stuck in a tiny broom closet. Unfortunately for them, an unexpected prefect patrol stationed in a usually unguarded second-floor corridor made the detour an absolute necessity. 

The broom closet was absolutely tiny - any smaller, and they'd be completely squished into each other. 

Though the detour certainly was an inconvenience, Sebastian couldn't entirely complain about the situation he'd found himself in - after all, it's not like he didn't enjoy MC leaning into him, the sweet, light smell of her perfume filling his senses and the soft swell of her chest pressing against his forearm...

Oh shit.

His heart races as heat spreads through his body in an instant, pooling low in his stomach - he's never quite gotten used to the hold MC has on him, where her smallest touch could set him entirely aflame. 

Bright blush blooms on his cheeks, and Sebastian shakes his head, trying to chase away the thoughts, but it's much too late, and his body eagerly responds to MC's closeness - and to the inherent danger of their situation. Sebastian would be lying if he said he didn't find the risk of getting caught at least a little thrilling.

As tempting as the thought is, he thinks it's best to avoid alerting MC to his situation - after all, they are out on a mission tonight, so there is no time for dalliance. The only way to ensure she doesn't accidentally notice the issue is to turn away a little, which is a dangerous move, given how tight the closet is, but Sebastian's willing to risk it - fortune favors the bold, or so they say. 

Unfortunately, luck isn't on his side - and the moment he starts to move, MC shifts too, brushing up on him in a way that makes hiding his...situation entirely impossible. The blush on Sebastian's cheeks instantly turns crimson, and he desperately scours his mind hoping to find something - anything to say that could make the situation less awkward.

"Oh my," MC chuckles before he can utter a word, "Is this why they cautioned me against sneaking around with you at night, saying that Slytherins always try and take...advantage of any situation?"

If he could think more clearly, Sebastian would have, no doubt, asked about who the mysterious "they" were, going around and slandering his house, but MC's thigh is still pressed against him in the most delightful way that makes it difficult to think straight. 

"Who said I'm trying to take advantage of anything..." Sebastian starts with all the rightful indignation he can muster. He's not exactly opposed to a brief broom closet tryst, but if she thinks this was on purpose...

His voice trails off as soon as he meets MC's gaze - she's looking at him through her eyelashes, and there's an unmistakable mischievous sparkle in her eyes. A small-half smile ghosts her lips, and Sebastian's mouth feels dry as he realizes she's just toying with him. 

"Perhaps, you should have listened to them then," he murmurs, leaning closer to her, "Because whatever shall you do if I were to try and...take advantage of this situation."

"I'd tell you to check that the door locks properly," MC smiles, "We don't want it to go like last time, do we?"

Ominis: 

Napping with MC had become almost a daily ritual for Ominis. He loved how she felt so soft and warm against him as they cuddled close on his bed, the light, sweet scent of her perfume and the cute way she sometimes mumbled quietly in her sleep. 

It was meant to be only a brief nap - they had Herbology homework to finish, but when MC yawned softly, saying that she was too tired to continue and would probably fall asleep at the desk if they didn't take a nap, Ominis, as always, could not bring himself to refuse her.

Once they settle in his bed, Ominis wraps his arms around MC, pulling her closer to his chest, reveling in the warmth of her body against his. 

"Just thirty minutes," he reminds MC, and she only hums in response. 

As always, Ominis wakes up before MC does - he's a light sleeper, and all it takes to wake him is a single trill of the alarm. Silencing the alarm with his wand, Ominis cannot help but smile - he feels MC tightly grasp his arm as she curls closer to him. It's a delightful, precious moment - one Ominis knows he'll treasure forever. 

"MC," Ominis calls out lightly, leaning forward and pressing a featherlight kiss to her temple, "MC, it's time to wake up."

MC hums and shifts even closer, and though Ominis would rather she wake up, he's not exactly complaining - she feels so nice in his arms. 

"MC, it's time..." words die on his lips as he feels MC's thigh move against him in a way that makes his heart flutter and his body respond way too eagerly. 

Instantly, Ominis is flushed and flustered, trying and failing to will his body to stop. He almost succeeds - and then MC's thigh brushes against him again, rendering all his efforts useless. 

This is bad.

Bright blush on Ominis's cheeks turns crimson at his body's reaction - the last thing he wants is for MC to think that he's so needy that they can't even cuddle without him getting too excited. 

He tries to move away, all in an attempt to hide his body's reaction from MC, but it's not so easy - she's got both her arms wrapped around his in a way that makes it nigh impossible to free it from her grasp without waking her up. 

MC shifts again, brushing up against him in the most delightfully distracting way, and Ominis is frazzled. If he wakes up MC, she'll most certainly notice his...condition, but if he doesn't wake her up, she'll continue, and then... 

"Ominis, you are shifting an awful lot," MC murmurs and Ominis freezes, mortified. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, trying to shift away, but it is all in vain - there is no way MC hasn't noticed his reaction, "It's time to get up."

"I know," MC chuckles, and then he feels it again - the roll of her thigh against him, and this time he knows it's deliberate, and the thought alone makes him dizzy, "But I was having such a sweet dream...Couldn't we stay like this for ten more minutes? I'd really like to see how it ends."

"I suppose we could," Ominis gasps, trying to stifle a whimper as MC moves again, "If you want."

"I'd like that very much."

Garreth: 

The festivities to celebrate another Gryffindor Quidditch Cup victory lasted well into the night. They always did - the revelers never headed to bed before the wee hours of the morning. 

Not that Garreth's complaining, of course - he loves parties, and this was particularly fun, especially after a few six years rolled in what turned out to be a barrel of fire whiskey.

By the end of the night, not a single soul in the common room was sober - and Garreth had come to learn that MC was a very affectionate yet very energetic drunk. 

"Hold me," MC giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. Garreth pulls her close to his side, letting MC lean her head on his shoulder. She sighs content and is still for a minute until she suddenly pouts again, "No, not like that."

The next thing he knows, she's crawling onto his lap. Though surprised, Garreth isn't exactly complaining - when she settles on his lap, he wraps his arms around her waist, reveling in how warm and soft she feels under his touch.  

"There you two lovebirds are," Natty chuckles, separating from the crowd and settling down on a chair across from them, "Poppy told me you had an exciting adventure with Highwing the other day - I can't wait to hear all about it."

As MC tells Natty about her adventures, she's all exaggerated hand gestures and incessant movements - so much more animated than her sober self. 

Garreth thinks it's adorable and cannot help but smile until, suddenly, MC, too preoccupied with her own story, shifts way too far back on his lap, accidentally rubbing up against him in a particularly pleasant way. 

Oh no.

Garreth may be drunk, but he's not drunk enough not to realize what will happen if MC continues to press against him like that. He tries to shift towards the back of the chair, to steady MC a little further from him, but in her drunken state, MC's almost impossible to handle. Despite his best attempts, she keeps pressing against him as she shifts around on his lap, telling her story, and soon his body begins to respond. 

Instantly, color rushes to his face, and he's so utterly, completely flustered. He tries to focus on something - anything - else to get his body to calm down, but it's rather difficult when the way MC shifts against him feels so good. 

Still, the last thing he wants is for MC to notice, so he places his hands firmly on her waist, keeping her in place on his lap, away from his...situation. 

"Hippogriffs are really incredible," Natty says once MC finishes her story, then yawns, "Well, I think it's time I head to bed - have fun celebrating."

His mind hazy with fire whiskey, Garreth forgets why both his hands are on MC's waist and raises one to wave good night to Natty, who disappears through the arch leading to the dorms. He remembers a split second later, but before he can correct his mistake, MC shifts all the way back on his lap, making color drain from Garreth's face and his heart stutter - if she didn't realize before, she certainly knows now, there can be no mistake about it.

MC looks at him over her shoulder and blinks drunkenly as mischievous smile blooms on her lips. 

"Now, now, what have we here," she murmurs. 

Perhaps, if he were sober, he'd come up with something to say, but Garreth's drunk mind is drawing blanks. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, "It's just...you just feel so good."

Sebastian: 

5/10

Can he do it? Absolutely. Sebastian's quite in tune with his own and MC's body, so if he wanted to pull out at the right time, he totally could. 

Will he do it? Well, he might...or he might not. 

The thing about Sebastian is that he's quite possessive - and few things scratch that possessive itch quite like finishing inside MC. Any time he spills inside her, MC feels so utterly and irrevocably his, and to Sebastian, that's a very tempting and addictive feeling - and one he gives in to quite often. 

Besides, a part of him that Sebastian does his best to ignore yearns to see MC pregnant with his child, which doesn't help his pull-out game efficiency at all.

Ominis: 

Very good, 9/10

Given his family history and pedigree, Ominis is rather terrified of having children, so when it comes to pulling out, he's extremely prudent. 

So prudent, in fact, that sometimes he does it a little too early - not that MC's complaining, of course, as the sight of him flushed and whimpering as he touches himself to completion is quite the treat. It's even more of a treat - for both Ominis and MC - whenever she decides to help him out. 

Ominis is good at not getting carried away, but he still gets a point deducted because, despite all of his reservations, whenever he hears MC whimper and beg for him to finish inside, he can't help but give in to her. 

Garreth: 

2/10, sorry, not sorry. 

Must run in the family, to be honest, with the number of children the Weasleys have.

Garreth's a sweetheart, and he really tries to pull out but fails almost every time. The feeling of being inside MC is so good it's completely overwhelming, and Garreth gets completely lost in the sensations, and by the time he can think straight again, it's usually too late. He just can't help it. 

When he realizes that he'd messed up, he blushes prettily and apologizes profusely, offering to help MC clean up and looking at her with the kind of eyes that make it impossible to stay mad at him for long. 

Sebastian: 

Sebastian gets jealous very easily - something as small as an errant smile directed at Amit or a playful comment in passing with Garreth is enough to make that familiar burning feeling uncoil in his chest.

It's not that he's threatened by them - or anyone - it's just that he doesn't think they deserve even a moment of MC's time.

Every time jealousy brings out his possessive, greedy side, making him yearn to become the center of MC's attention yet again. 

Luckily, he knows the surest way to do just that - and he's taking MC to his dorm room or the Undercroft (or the broom closet that one time) at the first opportunity. 

When Sebastian is jealous, sex with him is very intense. 

He litters MC's entire body with love bites - he usually leaves marks in places that clothes can easily cover, but when he's jealous, he makes sure to pay extra attention to her neck and shoulders - everyone needs to know that she's his. 

Sebastian has very impressive stamina, allowing him to go several rounds in a row, and usually, he's pretty good about letting MC rest in between her orgasms, but not when he's jealous - he keeps going until MC's an utter, dazed mess under him, desperately trying to catch her breath. 

"Mine, mine, mine," rings in his ears every time he pushes into her. 

Sebastian always finishes inside MC when he's jealous - something about it makes him feel like he's claiming her as his, inside and out.

If by the time his significant stamina runs out, he feels like he hasn't been thorough enough with MC, he does not hesitate to use his mouth and hands to get her to unravel completely. 

Once they are done, he spends some time marveling at his handiwork, taking sight of MC's dazed and flushed face, of the bright marks blooming on her neck, shoulders, and chest, of the utter mess they've made of the bed and sheets. 

"You are all mine, aren't you?" he whispers as he pulls MC close for a cuddle. 

"Do you even need to ask?"

Ominis: 

Ominis is not quite as jealous as Sebastian - it takes a little more than a smile or a friendly conversation with someone else to get Ominis to feel a pang of jealousy. 

Still, if MC starts to spend a lot of time with someone else - or worse, start gushing about someone else to him - Ominis is not immune to jealousy. 

Ominis can hide his jealousy decently well, but that shouldn't lull MC into the sense of false security - he's just waiting for a good moment to remind MC why he should be the only person on her mind. 

The next time he and MC have sex - it will turn into the most delightful kind of torture for her. 

Ominis is a decent student and a keen lover - and at this point in their relationship, he's figured out how to touch, taste, have MC exactly the way she likes. This also means he knows how to touch and taste and have MC in ways that are painfully, frustratingly close to what she wants - and stopping just short of it.

He spends hours teasing MC with his hands and mouth, building up to the moment, yet backing away at the very last second, until she's a whimpering mess under his lips, pleading for more, and he'll still draw the moment out as much as possible. 

It's not easy for him to deny her - not when she's so desperate, so needy for him, all flushed and disheveled, writhing under his tongue and touch. Normally, he would have given in already, but jealousy makes Ominis a little vicious.

"What is it you want, sweetheart? More? You'll need to be more specific than that."

The way she whimpers when she tells him what she wants and gasps when he does exactly that makes a dark, self-satisfied feeling bloom in Ominis's chest. He's the only one who can make her feel like this.<

He's gentle with her afterward, cradling her in his arms as they rest on his bed, so thoroughly exhausted and spent. 

"I wish we never had to leave this bed," MC says, "That'd be the happiest existence, staying here with you, my one and only."

 Ominis cannot help the self-satisfied smile that blooms upon his lips. That's right, your one and only.

Garreth: 

Garreth doesn't usually feel jealous - yet when he learns that MC's traveling with Sallow to Feldcroft, he cannot help the feeling blooming in his chest. 

"Garreth, what's wrong?" it seems MC has noticed something amiss, and perhaps, he shouldn't be surprised - he always wears his heart on his sleeve. 

"It's nothing, really," he mumbles, embarrassed. He knows his feeling is unfounded, and putting his thoughts into words is nigh mortifying, but she's looking at him expectantly, "It's just you and Sebastian..."

"Don't tell me you are jealous...Wait, you are! Oh, Garreth, I'm only going because Sebastian asked me to help search for a cure for his sister. I won't be long - with any luck, I should be back before tomorrow evening. But we aren't leaving for a few hours, and I'd thought you'd want to spend time together."

And he does, he really does - jealousy makes him desperate to remind MC that he's utterly, completely hers - mind, body, and soul - in the only way that comes to mind. 

He's gentle and sweet with her, showering MC's body with loving, ardent kisses as he slowly makes his way to the apex of her thighs. He wants to make her feel amazing - and if he gets to enjoy watching her unravel under his touch, well, who could blame him for that? 

Garreth's kissing, touching, tasting her just how she likes, savoring every gasp and whimper, reveling in how she writhes under his mouth. 

Before he knows it, he gets carried away - he hadn't intended to keep caressing MC with his hands and mouth after she'd found her release the first few times, but she looks so delightfully flushed and disheveled, pressing her hand over her mouth as she tries to stifle a moan that he cannot bring himself to stop. Not when it feels so good to be the one making MC feel that way.

When she pleads to feel him inside, Garreth's all too eager to oblige. Jealousy makes him a little rougher than he'd like to be with her, but when she grasps his shoulders and wraps her legs around him as he pushes in, he thinks that might not be a bad thing, after all. 

As they revel in the afterglow, Garreth savors the dazed look on MC's face as he gently kisses her forehead, "You are my one true love."