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### 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 ###

You step out of the bathtub, the air filled with the scent of your lavender soap and the remaining warmth of your relaxing bath. It was a convivial evening at The Three Broomsticks with all your friends - but after several butterbeers and many glasses of red wine, Ominis Gaunt finally managed to persuade you to leave.

He was an extremely caring boyfriend and you really appreciated that about him, because Ominis always had to make sure that his loved ones were safe and well. So it was no wonder that he had offered your mutual friend Sebastian Sallow to stay the night in your little home in Hogsmeade this evening, who of course had gratefully declined at first, but then agreed as his drunkenness increased

You wrap your wet body in a bath towel and rub your hair dry with a smaller one - at least half of it. Then you brush your teeth and apply some beeswax cream to your facial skin, because you know that Ominis' sensitive hands attach great importance to it.

He had already gone to bed, but all you needed was a warm bath to wash away the smell of the pub and the stress of everyday life.

You had left a key for Sebastian so that he could get into your house at a later hour. He had already protested loudly when Ominis pulled you out of his arms during a lively dance towards the exit. But in the end, he sulkily let you go with the assurance that he wouldn't be staying too much longer.

Anyway, this gave you and Ominis time to finally focus on each other again. Even though you were living together, your work as a Professor of Divination and Ominis' part-time job as a curse-breaker took up a large part of your daily lives. And with Ominis travelling a lot for his work, you spent most of your time alone in your shared home.

So you decided to use tonight and the cheerful atmosphere to do each other a favour. You were also aware that there was a … specific reason for Ominis' urgent disappearance from the Three Broomsticks.

You tie your hair into a loose bun at the back of your head, leaving a few strands casually framing your face. You leave the still steamy bathroom and bump into another half-naked body in the hallway.

Clutching the towel close to your torso, you use your wand to create some light and look confusedly into the face of Sebastian Sallow, who is fiddling with the buttons of his trousers. His shirt is already unbuttoned on the floor, and he is standing barefoot and bare-chested on the dark wood of the corridor.

"Uh, Seb- are you all right? I didn't even hear you come in…"

Sebastian's lips curl into a hint of a smile and he lets go of his trousers, resting his hands on either side of your head against the wall instead. He is dangerously close and you can smell the typical fragrance from the Three Broomsticks that you have just successfully scrubbed off you.

He lowers his head, taking in the sight of your towel-covered body, his voice barely above a whisper, "It's not fair."

He's obviously inebriated, but his voice still sounds clear and firm. He shakes his head slightly, his dark hair grazing your chin. "It's just. Not Fair."

You hesitate for a moment, but then place your hands on his defined shoulders and push him a few centimetres away from you so you can look at him. "What are you talking about, Sebastian? You could have just gone home with us…"

"No, you don't understand…", he pushes away from the wall and suddenly stands bolt upright in front of you again. You turn your gaze away from him, his chest glistening in the faint light from your wand.

You use the moment to sneak past him - the door to your bedroom only a few steps away behind him. But he was quick despite his drunkenness, snatching at the hem of the towel in a flash to force you to stop.

"What do you think you're doing?", he asks with a rumble in his throat and you swallow, the door handle already in your hand.

"Going to my boyfriend's bed. What do you think you're doing?", you reply snappishly, slapping his fingers away from the towel. Sebastian lowers his gaze again and bends down to pick up his white shirt and green striped tie from the floor, which Ominis also owns.

"That could be me. I could be in there waiting for you."

There's pain and disappointment in Sebastian's voice and your heart stops for a moment as you meet his dark eyes in the dim light. "Don't," you plead, "don't start."

He takes a step closer to you and you clutch both the door handle and the towel around your chest. "Tell me again why you chose him…", he whispers, "I need to hear it again. Remind me why it's not me waiting for you behind that door."

You sigh and let your head sink against the door panel. "No, Sebastian. You're drunk and … this doesn't make any sense. Go to sleep now."

His penetrating gaze wanders over your body, still slightly damp from your bath just now, and he takes an audible deep breath. He clenches his jaw, his body language tense. But his eyes still reflect pain and … longing.

"As you wish," he says eventually after a short pause that feels like an eternity. Without another word, he turns to the side and disappears with a few steps into the neighbouring guest room.

As soon as he is out of sight, you let go of the breath you had been unconsciously holding. You close your eyes for a moment and shake your head in disbelief. Then you purse your lips together and smile softly before entering the bedroom you and Ominis share.

The candles in the room are still burning, their flames flickering, but Ominis is already peacefully slumbering on his side of the bed, one hand on your pillow and the other resting on his bare chest.

He had even bothered to put a cup of tea on the small table on your side of the bed, knowing how much it relaxed you before you went to sleep. The smile on your face widened at the sight and the way his chest rose and fell gently with every breath he took.

Ominis' upper body, like his face, was marked with a precise pattern of birthmarks, almost like the constellations in the sky. His body was only half clad in his plaid pyjama bottoms, his feet effortlessly covered by the silken sheets.

You creep over to the bed, sit on the edge and gaze at your boyfriend for a while longer. In the warm, reddish candlelight, his features looked relaxed and unconcerned. That was your favourite sight of him: carefree and peaceful.

With tentative movements, you crawl under the blanket so as not to wake him. His breathing is still calm and even, so you assume he is still asleep. But as soon as your hair grazes his arm on your pillow, the sound of his voice fills the room: "Thought you'd got rid of me for the day, huh?"

He jerks up from where he was laying just seconds ago and he wraps his arms around you with noisless rapidity, pulling you in a tight embrace. He plants wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, making you squeal.

"Ominis, no! Stop it, I wasn't trying to avoid you. Ah, stop!"

He begins to tickle you softly and you kick your feet, giggling and trying to break free of his arms.

"Is that so?", he responds, still digging his fingertips into your sensitive flesh and making the bed creak under your shifting, "because it almost felt like you were making yourself comfortable to sleep, my dear."

You laugh and wriggle yourself underneath him, but of course he's stronger. "You win, you win!", you surrender helplessly, "I was trying to sneak in for the night's rest, I thought you were asleep. Now pleeease, stop!"

He grins mischievously and removes a hand from your waist to place it on your cheek, drawing your attention to him. "That's what I thought. But I'm not planning on going easy on you, sweetheart. After all, this is our first night together in weeks. Weeks, my dear."

You shudder at the touch of his hand, licking your lips in a hint of sudden anticipation. Your words escape in a whisper as you calm down from his playful behaviour, "Hm, do you have anything special in mind?"

He feels you shiver and grins a little wider, very well aware of the way you respond to his touch. He pulls you closer to him, his arms tightening around your waist. He lowers his head a bit more, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low voice, "There’s quite a few things I’m thinking about right now, darling."

Ominis begins to nibble on your earlobe, his tongue flicking out to taste the soft skin of your neck below. You let out a surprised gasp as you feel Ominis' tongue on your skin, cuddling into his embrace. Your voice is husky as you feel him harden on your lower back, "Oh, and does your thinking include some sleep, too?"

He can’t help but snort at the sound of your ragged breaths, his lips trailing down your neck where he captures your skin with a gentle bite. He hums softly, his fingers slowly tracing over your stomach and up your side.

"I’m not sure if there will be much sleep, dear… especially not if you keep making those sweet little sounds."

You gasp again, his hands wandering over your body and pushing up the towel gives you goosebumps. "Oh, sounds like this?" You inhale sharply as he moves his hands down your lower stomach to your thighs.

He laughs softly against your skin, his hands continuing to roam over your body as you whine again. He can feel your body trembling under his touch and he wants more. He wants to hear more of those little sounds leaving your lips. "Mhm, darling, just like that. Moan for me …"

He teases, his fingers gently tracing circles over your inner thighs, occasionally brushing against your core. And you happily oblige, moaning softly under Ominis' teasing hands, already wet from your own desire.

"Ominis, …"

Groaning, he responds to your sounds almost immediately. You feel his body stirring beneath you, his desire for you growing with each little cry leaving your lips. The sound of his name, your voice breathless and needy, robs him of the last bit of self-control.

"That’s it, darling, my beautiful girl … say my name again."

He spreads your legs with his hand, running his fingers through your slick folds and you exhale loudly, pressing your body forcefully onto him as your voice breaks from all the lust that escapes with your words, "Ah, Om-inis, …"

You close your eyes to feel equal to him, only focusing on your other senses as he nudges your sensitive flesh, soaked from your desperation.

He feels your body arch against his touch as he caresses you, his fingers gliding through your wetness with ease. He sighs, his breath ragged against your ear. "Merlin, you’re so beautiful like this … talk to me, sweetheart, tell me how good it feels …"

He dips his finger lower, gently teasing your entrance at an agonising pace, before pulling out again. You try to catch your breath, pressing your back to his chest with every delicious movement of his digits. The hungry sounds that escape his throat drive you wild and you can feel yourself trembling from the way he teases your arousal.

"So good … it feels so good! Don't stop …"

He smirks as you press yourself against him, the contrast between the fabric of the towel wrapped around you and your bare skin both exicting and torturous. "You like it, my sweet girl? Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

You throw your head back against his shoulder, shifting nervously on the sheets and whimpering under the touch of his fingers. It turns you on how talkative he is and you love that he can show you his private desires while you're all alone.

He wraps his free arm around your waist, holding you steady as you shift beneath his touch. He loves the way you lean your head back, exposing your neck to him, and he takes the chance to press his mouth against your skin, his lips sucking on your pulse point.

"That’s it, my darling … Let me hear how good I make you feel…"

Ominis keeps rubbing your core gently, the pressure increasing and his pace quickening. You pant heavily, your heartbeat so fast in your chest you could swear it was about to jump out any second. Ominis' kiss brings you back to reality and you tilt your head to the side a little, gaining him access to your throat to mark you as his.

His finger glide easily back and forth, teasing your slick entrance and your most sensitive spot. You rock your hips to his pace, begging him to finally enter you as you feel his hard length pressed against your lower back.

"Ominis, please ..."

He has to stifle a moan of his own as he feels your hips shift against him, his body huddling against yours as he tries to maintain control.

"Say it again, sweetheart … tell me what you want. I want to hear you beg for me", he growls low against your skin, his breath ragged. He can't hold himself back much longer with the growing need to feel you, to be inside you.

His demanding tone sends your mind racing and you rub against him, feeling him twitch and when he lets out a desperate sigh you can't help yourself but surrender, "I want to feel you. Please, Ominis. I need you to fuck me."

He groans loudly, his body tensing at your words and his desire for you has taken over his entire being. "Gods, darling, you’re driving me insane." His chest is pressed against your back and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. With a simple jerky movement, he frees you from the towel and throws it towards the floor. He then kisses your neck, his tongue flicking over your skin with lust and hunger, drawing soft whimpers from you.

"What have you and Sebastian been doing out there?"

Suddenly he pulls away, leaving nothing but a cold breeze between you. The fingers of his hand trail back down, along the velvety path between your legs, building up the friction but then leaving you desperate after seconds of delicious teasing. You let out a moan of protest and scoot backwards on the sheets, searching for his warmth. But Omini's free hand holds you firmly at your hips.

"What did he say to you?"

You pout and turn your head to face him. His pale blue eyes are filled with heat and fury, but also a hint of sorrow. You reach out you hand to take his, leading it the way down to your aching centre to finish what he started. But Ominis stops your movement and you let out a frustrated sigh, "What? I– Ominis, he was drunk and I sent him to bed. That's all."

He lowers his gaze to rest on your lips – or where he thought they were. There's a few seconds of hesitation before he responds, "Good. Because no one else can have you." He then crushes his lips on yours, savouring the taste of them with urgent movements.

"Tell me you’re mine. I want to hear you say it", he breathes against your lips, letting you guide his hand down to where you need him the most, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves with his slim fingers.

You feel him position himself behind you again, closing the cold gap and stroking his tip over your folds. You immediately spread your legs, just a little to make it easier for him as you whisper, "I'm yours. All yours now."

He groans softly against your ear, the sounds of your husky voice driving him crazy and he can’t resist you any longer.

"That’s my good girl … you’re mine and only mine."

He leans forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he slowly and gently pushes inside you.

You let out a sinful moan at the feeling of his hard member. You can tell he's struggling to keep himself together by how slowly he slides into you, but to feel him enter your depths inch by inch is truly amazing.

Ominis lets out a shaky breath as he possesses you, his body tensing at the feeling of being buried inside you again. He has to take a moment to compose himself, your moans driving him wild, but he tries to hold back for your sake.

He breaks the kiss and rests his head on your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he speaks, "Darling, fuck! You’re so tight and wet and–"

Ominis' hair tickles your neck and you tremble, taking him completely and starting to move your hips in steady motions as you both lie on your sides, pressed against each other.

"Yes, for you ... for you, Omi- ah!" Your voice is hoarse as you arch your back and allow him to dive deeper.

He gasps and lets out a soft curse as you both begin to move, rocking your hips against him, taking his full length.

"Merlin, that's it ... just like that, just for me", he murmurs between ragged breaths, his fingers tracing gently along your hip as he meets your rhythm. He can feel himself becoming more and more erratic as you move your bodies together, searching for the pleasure you've been holding in for so long.

You turn your head a little, moaning into the pillow to muffle the sounds coming from your throat as Ominis places his hands on your hips, curling his own in a delicious pattern to meet your core.

He hums satisfiedly at the sound of your moans, his grip on your hip tightening, his breathing ragged and his heart racing in his chest.

"Don't... don't try to hide your sounds, darling. I want to hear everything... I want to hear you", he breathes huskily, digging his slim fingers into your skin. Seconds later, Ominis' lips find you shoulders, biting them softly as he thrusts into you, forcefully and with more urgency.

He can feel the heat coiling low in his stomach, his body growing tense with every movement. He keeps on talking, well aware of how much it turns you on, "I’m getting close … you feel so good, so perfect …"

You whimper under your breath, sweat building on your forehead as you arch yourself self onto his cock to ride out every delicious wave of pleasure he sends into you. "Yes, don't stop ... I- oh, sweet Merlin..."

You try to find the words for your pleasure, but Ominis keeps testing your limits with his relentlessness. His hand leaves your hip, wandering up your stomach and over your chest, his fingers gently circling your breast before he pinches your sensitive peak, teasing it until you moan.

"Darling, I need to hear you … say my name. Say my name when you come …"

Ominis increases his pace and thrusts deeper. He pants and breathes heavily and suddenly you can hear the familiar hissing of his Parseltongue, barely audible sneaking out of his filthy mouth.

Your throat runs dry from screaming his name and your walls clench around him. You let out a cry, too loud for Sebastian not to hear it, and sway your hips on Ominis' length to increase the intensity of your orgasm. "Ah- Ominis - fuck!"

He groans loudly as he feels you come undone on his cock, now glistening in the soft candle light from your wetness as he shoves himself in and out to seek his own release. The way your body tightens around him is sending him spiraling into ecstasy.

At the sound of his name leaving your lips, he buries himself deep inside you with one last thrust, causing you to whimper because of the overstimulation. His whole body is shuddering as he spills all of his hot seeds into your depths, hissing sinful promises against your sweat-covered skin.

"Sweetheart … you're such a good girl…"

He collapses onto you, your bodies satisfied and exhausted. Ominis feels his mind reeling, his senses overwhelmed by you and the feel of your body so close to each other after weeks of abstinence. "Darling, fuck … you’ve ruined me for anyone else", he praises you, kissing your shoulders with his hot lips.

You finally open your eyes, taking in the faint light of the candles and the warmth they spread around you. Ominis' sweaty body leans against yours, his breath ragged and damp against your lavender-scented skin.

You turn slightly, taking in his blind sight, resting somewhere unrecognisable. Then you lift your arms, touching his cheek with your palms and breathing an exhausted kiss on his lips, "You're welcome."

Ominis chuckles, barely audible as he brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. "Get some sleep, my darling. It’s late … and I’ve tired you out enough", he says softly, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he plants a kiss to your forehead.

Soon you feel Ominis' head rest on yours, his pale eyes shut ever so peacefully. You sigh and fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of the gorgeous men by your side and how Sebastian next door is doing right now ...

####### Sebastian spent half the night restless, roaming around the room and trying not to read too much into you being next door with Ominis.

It was only when he heard your soft giggles from the other room, sounds he had once elicited from you himself, that he found himself collapsed on the bed, your lace bra still clenched in his hands.

He found it on the floor of the guest room when he entered it, and wanted to toss it away at the same moment. But he couldn't. And he shouldn't be jealous. This was all his fault and he could consider himself happy to see you in such good hands of no one else but his best friend.

Sebastian heard another sinful cry from the main bedroom and immediately jolted his hand up, pressing the thin fabric of your bra to his nose, taking in the familiar scent of your lavender soap. His other hand moved to the bulge in his trousers, massaging it and listening carefully to the sounds next door.

Fucking hell.

Just moments later, he could hear Ominis’ voice, a low moan, inaudible but still clearly noticeable from the walls. And it drove Sebastian insane. It drove him mad just to imagine what you must be doing in there right now, with Ominis of all people.

Sebastian's mind raced, imagining you writhing with Ominis, his best friend, and trying to calm himself. He felt a pang of frustration, but at the same time, there was a certain fascination. Something about the forbidden, the taboo nature of the situation seemed to drive him even more feral. And it didn't help that he couldn't stop himself from listening to the sounds and imagining what was going on between you two.

His grip tightened around his arousal and the fabric of the lace on his cheek, feeling the soft texture against his skin.

His thoughts became more and more explicit as he continued to listen to the sounds coming from the other room. Images of you and Ominis together flashed through his mind, and with each passing minute, his frustration grew. Sebastian could feel the heat rising within him, his body responding to the sounds and the visualisations his mind was creating.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he let out a guttural growl, the sound low in his throat. He knew he should stop, he knew he shouldn't be listening in on your private moment.

But it was exciting at the same time. Sebastian drove his free hand under the waistband of his pyjama trousers and stroked his length. A slow rhythm at first that became needier the louder your moans got.

Sebastian was torn between jealousy and desire. Every sound he heard from you and Ominis sent a hint of pain through his chest, knowing that he was unable to hold you in his arms at that moment. But at the same time, the secrecy of the situation added an exciting edge to it.

He couldn't stop imagining what you and Ominis were doing in there, how your bodies were intertwined, how his best friend's hands were on your body, how he was making you moan and squirm with pleasure.

Sebastian's heart was pounding heavily as he continued to listen to the sounds coming from the next room. He felt terrible and aroused at the same time, not being able to be the one touching you right now, not being able to hear your gasps and pleas in his own ear.

Listening to you with Ominis was wrong, he knew that, but it also felt so good. And he couldn't help himself from giving into the base instincts, his hand moving faster and faster under the covers.

Sebastian's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Anger for being left out, arousal for the sounds he was hearing, and frustration for not being the one making you feel that good. He felt torn between wanting to barge in there and reclaim you, and the realisation that he himself was the one to let you go.

What a prick he was.

His hand movements quickened under his clothes, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagined what Ominis was doing to you right this instant. It was maddening, but he couldn't stop. He pictured you sitting on Ominis – no, on him – and he threw his head back, letting out silent moans to your cries from the room next door.

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his breathing growing ragged as the sounds from the other room grew louder. He closed his eyes, almost able to see you right infront of him and not wrapped up in Ominis' embrace, lost in pleasure.

He gripped the lace garment over his face so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He could feel himself getting close, the image of you and Ominis together only pushing him closer to the edge.

Then his hand stilled for a moment as he heard a particularly loud moan from you, the sound of Ominis' voice following closely after. Sebastian let out a sound that was half a gasp, half a growl, his body tensing up at the familiar noise of your release and it was the moment he ran his thumb over his tip, so sensitive and desperate, that he bit on his lower lip as he too came undone, muffling his guilty whimpers.

Sebastian lay there, his body tense and shaking as the final waves of pleasure washed over him. He could hear you and Ominis' hushed voices from the other room, fading as they settled into sleep.

He felt a mixture of shame and desire, knowing he had eavesdropped and taken pleasure in the sounds he wasn't supposed to hear. He held the lace garment in his hand tightly, the skin of his triangle damp with his release.

He laid back against the pillows, his heart still racing and his mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

Sebastian couldn't shake off the lingering guilt and shame that clung to him like a shadow. He had deliberately listened your intimate moments with Ominis, and it had sent him over the edge. He knew it was wrong, but it had somehow made it all the more exciting.

With a heavy heart, he finally pushed himself out of bed and into the bathroom to clean himself up. He avoided looking at his reflection in the mirror, afraid of what he might see in his own eyes.

It was late. Far too late to still be up and roaming the empty corridors of the castle. Sebastian knew what he risked if he got caught, he knew what you risked too but he simply didn’t see any alternative this time, it was an emergency.

“Will you tell me where we are going now ?” You asked him, walking behind him, close enough to benefit from the light of his wand, guiding his steps in the dimly lit halls.

He stopped in his tracks and you bumped into him with a thud. He turned around to look at you with a disapproving look, raising a finger to his lips to ask you to be quiet and you rolled your eyes at him. It wasn’t your fault, the least he could have done was warn you that he was going to stop so abruptly…

He froze, carefully listening to the sounds of the castle in the night, making sure no one was around to catch you breaking school rules. Again.

Once he decided that it was safe enough to continue, he started walking in direction of a wooden door you recognized with surprise.

“Mrs Weasley’s office ?” You exclaimed, as quietly as you could. “Is this how you are planning to help me out ?”

“She threatened to not let you finish the school year if you failed her preparatory exam.” Sebastian justified, reaching out to try to open the door but of course, it was locked. “What else can we do ?”

“Oh I don’t know, study maybe ? Try to keep up with homework ? Take more notes in class ? Anything but breaking into her office in the middle of the night!” You responded, scandalized that he’d take such a careless risk. Did he not realize that you both were very close to getting expelled from Hogwarts for various reasons ? Adding breaking into a professor’s office definitely wouldn’t help your case.

“I’ve heard your answers when Ominis quizzed you on the subject this evening, it was catastrophic.”

“You aren’t exactly the best at transfiguration either.” You snapped back, vexed by his remark.

“I’m good enough to not fail my exams.” He retorted, before attempting to open the door with an Alohomora spell but it remained locked, probably protected by a charm. “Crap.”

He took a closer look at the lock, looked around to both sides of the corridor to make sure that no one was in sight and took a step back, outstretching his arm to protectively guide you behind him.

“Make sure you stay behind me.” He told you, raising his wand in front of him.

“Oh no, Sebastian, don’t you dare !” You said, knowing exactly what he had in mind.

“Confringo !” He shouted and flames bursted out of his wand, crashing against the door in a thud and setting the old wood on fire.

There’s no way you wouldn’t both be expelled after this.

You watched helplessly as the door consumed itself enough to let you in and followed Sebastian inside the office with resignation. Might as well go for it now that you were here…

“Lumos.” You whispered, at the same time as he did, once inside the dark circular room that Professor Weasley used as her private office between classes. It wasn’t big but there were a lot of items around, shelves against every wall filled with books, parchments and relics. A large desk in the center of the room, with pieces of papers and files neatly piled up. Some heavy looking chests on the floor, sealed by large locks. You weren’t sure where to start. “What are we even looking for ?”

“The answers for the upcoming exam.” He replied, almost casually, as he started rummaging through the papers on the desk. “I know she keeps them somewhere around here.”

You turned to the shelf closest to you, surveying the different books lined up and taking a closer look at a strange and ancient looking relic on display. Sebastian opened each drawer of the desk one by one, shamelessly invading your professor’s privacy with a desperate expression on his face. It almost seemed like he cared about you succeeding at this preparatory exam more than you did… But why ?

You focused on your task, quickly going through the parchement papers piled up in front of you but you didn’t find anything helpful. You turned to look at him, now searching the shelf on the opposite side of the room. You could tell the more minutes went by, the more agitated he became, audibly groaning in frustration each time his rummaging proved unsuccessful.

You were about to tell him that you both should head back to your dorms, that it didn’t matter that much and most of all, he shouldn’t be breaking the rules for your sake but a commotion behind what was left of the door made you freeze in place. You exchanged an alarmed look with Sebastian as you both stayed perfectly still, listening to your surroundings.

“And what do we have here ?” Peeves’ loud voice suddenly boomed, resounding against the walls.

“Crap.” You heard Sebastian groan, letting go of what he was doing to catch your hand and pull you towards the door. “We need to go !”

You let him guide you out of the office, not even bothering to cover your tracks or repair the door you had destroyed on your way in. It was no use, now that Peeves had seen you, you were surely going to be sent to detention. Or expelled.

“I think I saw the caretaker in the hall, he’s going to catch yoOoOoOou !” Peeves shouted, his airy form following you as you both ran through the empty hallway. “Mister MoOoOoOoOoOn !”

“Shut up, Peeves !” Sebastian yelled but it was no use, the poltergeist enjoyed nothing more than to tell on your friend and see him get punished for his infractions.

You ran hand in hand under the alcoves and up a spiraling staircase, the ghost still following you with loud bursts of laughter resonating in your ears.

“Here !” Sebastian exclaimed, pulling on your hand to ensure you took the same sharp turn as him. He stopped in front of a large door you didn’t recognize and opened it with no hesitation, pushing you inside a dark and narrow supply closet before joining you there, quietly closing the door and plunging you both in total darkness.

You both held your panting breaths as the loud ghost flew by in the hallway, waiting until his voice faded to breathe again. It’s only then, in the absolute silence of the castle that you realized how close you were from each other, your body pressed against his as his warm breath softly caressed your skin.

“Do you think it’s safe to get out now ?” You asked him, your voice a whisper in the dark.

“He said Mister Moon wasn’t far, I think we should wait it out a bit longer.” He replied, his usual confidence replaced by an hesitant tone, as if being so close to you was unsettling him more than what he would have expected it to.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, outstretching your arms as far as you could to assess the space you truly disposed off. You barely had enough room to take a step forward before your body pressed against the wall but at least it put a few inches of distance between you and Sebastian. You both still were panting, the sounds of your ragged breaths filling the narrow supply closet. You could feel the warm air leaving his lips hitting against the exposed skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against the cold stone wall to try to distract yourself, your mind - and body - extremely aware of the proximity of him behind you.

An echo of Peeves’ laughter resounded in the distance, making it clear that it still wasn’t safe to come out of your hideout.

“Stupid poltergeist.” Sebastian breathed, the animosity he felt towards the ghost who loved to snitch on him very audible in his tone.

You kept quiet, hoping you’d soon get an opportunity to exit the all too small closet, because your heart was racing in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel a shudder of excitement coursing through your entire body each time a part of Sebastian brushed against you, like a teenager desperate for something more. It was embarrassing.

But not as embarrassing as the thing currently poking your lower back.

It was his turn to awkwardly clear his throat, attempting to back away as far as he could but the erection that had grown into - and now outstretched - his pants still touched you.

“You know, maybe we could try to pass the time in a fun way.” He suggested, obviously deciding to own up to the situation.

“Sebastian.” You said, trying to sound scandalized by the implications of his proposition and his very noticeable arousal but it came out all wrong, more like a whispered moan and less like the patronizing sigh you were going for.

He took a step closer and you felt the full length of his cock pressing up against your back, the heat radiating from underneath the fabric of his pants piercing through your skirt to warm your own skin up. He placed a hand on your hip, careful at first, and as innocent as he could be, gently caressing its way up your waist with a slowness that made it seem like he was waiting for you to protest… But you didn’t.

Getting bolder because of your silent approbation, he snaked a hand under your skirt, caressing the bare skin of your thigh before moving to your center. You leaned back against him, your heart racing and your breathing pant up. Rationally, you knew this was very wrong, but in the darkness and the narrow space forcing you against each other, it felt so right.

“Getting caught in such a compromising position, added to sneaking out past curefew and breaking into Professor Weasley’s office will probably get us expelled, I don’t think we should risk it.” You finally managed to say, although your body was melting under his fiery touch.

“We may have broken a few rules tonight but they can’t say anything about this, we’re both adults.” He replied, his voice low against your ear, making you shiver once more.

“It’s written in the official school regulations; no intercourse or other sexual misconduct will be tolerated in the castle.” You informed him, a gasp escaping from your lips as his fingers slipped under the elastic of your panties, sliding downwards between your thighs to where you were already wet with anticipation for his touch.

“In the castle… So you’re saying we should hook up outside next time ? Like out of the astronomy tower ? Or in the gardens ? The front courtyard ? Technically we could even do it under the bleachers of the quidditch pitch...” He retorted, playfully, while his fingers applied pressure where you so desperately needed to feel it, earning a soft whimper in reaction.

He buried his face against your neck, placing a wet kiss on your pulse point as he massaged your clit with ease, tugging on your hip with his other hand to get you to grind against the impressively hard buldge in his pants.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted, nor did you remember to be quiet, shamelessly moaning as he brought a finger to your entrance and your grinding against him allowed you to control the speed and depth with which it slipped in and out of your pussy.

You enjoyed the way he breathed loudly against your neck, the tiny gasps dropping from his mouth each time the pressure you applied against his erection caught him by surprise. A pleasant surprise.

You knew you shouldn’t want more. Shouldn’t want him. But it felt too good to stop and you both were already too far gone to even try so you didn’t stop him when his hand left your panties to focus on sliding them down your thighs instead, before pulling your skirt up to your hips.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered, a moment of lucidity in your thoughts, probably sparked by the sudden vulnerability you felt now that your underwear had been removed. Good thing Sebastian couldn’t see you in the dark, otherwise he would have laughed at how red your cheeks probably were by now.

“Why not ?” He asked, interrupting his attempt to open up his pants and focusing his full attention on you.

“Because…” You started, but suddenly couldn’t think of any real reason as to why it wasn’t a good idea, except for one. “Because we’re friends.”

He laughed and you felt his hand on your chest moving upwards to your neck until it reached your chin. He turned your face in his direction, leaving merely an inch of space between your lips and his.

“We’ll still be friends after that.” He promised, pressing a kiss on your mouth that was everything but friendly. It was a passionate, eager and hungry kiss. Desperate even, and just like that, your only good reason to stop him seemed completely unjustified. You could allow it to happen, you could hook up with your best friend without instantly losing him, there was no harm in having a little fun after all, you both were two consenting adults.

You returned his kiss and pressed your back against him, making him understand that you had no more objections and you felt him smile against your lips, triumphant.

He parted from you to finish unbuttoning his pants, pulling his hard cock out of them. He guided it between your legs, the tip instantly gliding between your wet folds when he stepped closer, easily finding its way to your prepared entrance. However, his erection was much bigger than his finger and you gasped in shock as it slowly stretched you out the deeper it went in. You braced yourself with your hands against the wall in front of you for support, whimpering pathetically when his full length was shoved inside you, making you feel incredibly full and hot.

A few obscenities dropped from his lips, mixed with groans and gasps as he moved his hips back and forth to create the friction you both so desperately craved. With his hands on each of your hips, he guided you in rythym to add in some intensity to his own thrusts, making sure that you’d meet him ready whenever he sloppily pushed forward, his tip hitting as deep as it could inside your wet pussy.

It felt good, and the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach kept intensifying with each of his thrusts. You weren’t aware of much else except of how perfectly he fitted inside you, how your own walls were contracting around him the closer to climaxing you got, and faintly - very faintly - of the distant sound of a poltergeist’s voice in the empty hallways.

At least Sebastian could still think clearly enough to remember the reason why you had ended up in such close proximity in the first place, and how crucial it was that you did not get caught. Especially not now that he was so recklessly fucking you from behind. So one of his hand let go of the grip it had on your hip to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of the moans you didn’t even realize that you were letting out, and effectively silencing your cry when the pleasant sensation in your body exploded into pure bliss.

Then, it was his turn to struggle with keeping quiet. He bite down on his lower lip as hard as he could when the tightness of your walls around him became way too intense to bare, causing him to shoot his load deep inside you. He filled you up with his cum, unable to stop himself, another obscene word dropping from his lips as he realized how imprudent it was.

Once he was done and your body relaxed enough to allow him to pull out, he took a step back and leaned against the wall, chest heaving and vision blurry. You were panting too as you reached down to pull your panties back on, feeling his release dripping out of you and already soaking the fabric. You adjusted your skirt and your hair, although you weren’t sure it mattered that much. Not in the darkness of the supply closet at least.

Sebastian’s ragged breathing slowly came back to normal, you heard the sound of his pants and the way he shifted to tug his shirt back inside them, making himself presentable again as well. Then, without a word, he cracked the closet door open and took a tentative look around.

With the corridors apparently cleared, he stepped out and held out his hand for you, gallantly helping you down the step as your eyes adjusted to the moonlit hallway. You followed him as he guided you through the castle back to your dorm, hand in hand this time, and once it was time for you to go your separate ways, he wished you a goodnight with a shy kiss on your lips and a smug grin on his face that you knew all too well.

By some kind of miracle you couldn’t quite comprehend, you hadn’t failed your transfiguration exam, even scoring a pretty acceptable number of points on it. You should have been overjoyed when Professor Weasley handed you your copy back, even though she looked at you with a sucpicious expression on her face, but your mind was mulling over something much more important.

By the time your last class of the day was over, you still hadn’t managed to smile a single time, absently doodling on your parchement paper instead of taking notes for the next exam. You only realized that your day was over because all the students around you suddenly got up, leaving you to pack your things up in a rush. You were the last person to leave the classroom but, as you stepped outside in the courtyard, a familiar freckled face was waiting for you by the door, a grin on his face that you tried to imitate, although your heart tightened in your chest and it suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air outside to fill your lungs.

“So ? Did you pass Weasley’s preparation exam ?” He inquired, excitedly enough to make you think that he already knew the answer. But when he saw how difficult it was for you to feign the same kind of enthusiasm, his face dropped and his brows furrowed intensely.

“I did.” You told him, walking to the fountain so that you could sit on the edge of it, a welcomed rest after the sleepless night you had endured.

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen a boggart ?”

“I’m fine.” You said, but you knew he didn’t believe you at all. You barely believed it yourself.

“What’s going on ?” He asked, his tone softer, concern on his face as he sat down next to you. You took a deep breath, panic rising in you once again. You knew that you would have to tell him eventually, but the fear of how it might ruin your friendship weighted heavily on your chest. “Is it because of… What we did last month ?”

You looked at him, surprised to see his usual confidence gone, replaced by worry and empathy.

“Yes.” You admitted, quietly but he looked away, letting you know that he heard you clearly.

“I’m sorry if I did something that upset you.” He said, his legs nervously bouncing up and down. “I noticed you’ve been distant since it happened, I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“No, it’s not that, I’m not upset.” You said, shaking your head, which seemed to reassure him slightly and he dared look at you again. You knew it was time to tell him the truth and you didn’t know of any better way to do it than dropping it on him like a ticking bomb. “I think I’m pregnant, Sebastian.”

You watched as his eyes widened and many different emotions passed on his face, from confusion to absolute fear.

“Wh-What ? Is it… Mine ?” He asked, once the shock of your confession allowed him to speak again, although his face had turned ghostly pale.

“No, it’s Poppy’s...” You snapped, vexed by his question. Whose else could it be ? He was one of the only males that still dared approach you now that the whole school knew of your ability to wield ancient magic and of the many deaths such a power had caused. “Of course it’s yours !”

“Alright, okay, let’s not panic.” He said, seemingly struggling to follow his own advice, jumping up from his seat to walk around you in circles with his hands tugging at his hair and a grimace on his face. “How did this happen ?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if you really needed to have a conversation about the birds and the bees with him… But when his brown eyes met yours, something flashed in them, making it clear that he knew exactly how it had happened, the memory still playing in details in his mind on a daily basis.

“Gosh, what are we going to do ?” You whined, hiding your face behind your hands. “My parents are going to kill me… And they are going to kill you too.”

“They don’t need to know now, right ? Nobody has to know yet, there’s still time.”

“If I don’t tell them, they’ll figure it out pretty quickly when I’ll look about ready to pop after we graduate...”

“But by then we’ll have figured things out too… Hopefully.” Sebastian said, with a smile he meant to be reassuring but you could still clearly see the sheer panic in his eyes. “Until then, we should try to keep it a secret... Even from Ominis.”

“Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard.”