Scene from Broken. Violent. Yours. - newest chapter posted! Here's some Seb smut 🖤 have THE best time lovelies. Sebastian Sallow has been benched from a game against Ravenclaw, they lost. He's upset and takes solace with liquor and his friends and girlfriend in the Three Broomsticks. He's pissy and hitting the firewhiskey a little too hard, Mc tries to distract him 🌶️
MDNI 18+ ONLY - 2 POV's Mc, Sebastian
Filthy smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, graphic, praise kink, public setting, he is a dirty bastard and we love him.
I used two fingers under his chin to turn his eyes to mine. I was so close I could see the flecks of gold in his midnight eyes.
"Eyes on me." I said lowly.
Something shifted in his eyes, a heat that hadn't been there a second ago. His hand slid over my thigh beneath the table, giving a deep squeeze.
"Better?" His voice was sultry, and there was no mistaking the challenge in it: 'Keep distracting me'.
My eyes simmered with something else now. His tanned skin glowed in the firelight, his onyx eyes insatiable now. I felt my core flare and I bit my lip. God he was sexy. Especially after seeing him so riled up earlier, and now with his pupils blown wide, smelling like Firewhiskey and firewood. I knew where my mind went, and I had a feeling his had followed me there.
I caught that bite of her lip and my hand flexed involuntarily, my mind drifting to just the right of inappropriate. I wanted to pull her onto my lap, taste the way that pulse would sing under my mouth...
Christ.
I wanted to push her against the nearest surface and see how loud I could make her scream my name.
Her cheeks heated as if she could read my mind, that pretty shade of pink creeping up her neck, the want in her eyes dizzying. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, that knowledge alone had my grip tightening on my drink. That look in her eyes—fuck—I wanted to slide my tongue between her lips and see if she tasted as sweet as she did this morning. Wanted to drag my teeth along that bottom lip until she gasped.
My mouth was watering at the way I knew I could make her arch into me if I let my fingers pull her panties aside right here at the table. She wanted to play with fire she better be ready for the burn. Wonder if Weasley would notice. Maybe the Hair Gel Hero would too. What would he do if I sunk my fingers into her right here, in his eye line? If I made her bury her moan in my shoulder as she weakly clutched the back of my shirt for support? I wondered how soft she'd be, how wet. I wanted to see just how far that false bravado of hers would hold up when my mouth was between her legs.
Her palm rubbed casually over my bulge under the table and my breathing halted. My cock strained against my trousers, I felt pre cum wet a spot on my pants. Fuck, I needed to get her out of here now. I was going to cum in my pants at this rate.
My imagination was running rampant.
"I’ll take you right here on this fucking table if you keep doing that.” I whispered against the shell of her ear in warning. I was about to ruin that pretty little dress she was in for me. I was going to pull it up just enough to— My train of thought was derailed the second my fingers drifted up high enough to feel her wetness. A wetness I could feel because she wasn't wearing any panties.
Did she—?
I had to check. My fingers trailed higher, brushing bare skin where there should’ve been lace or silk.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My brain short-circuited at the discovery. All my blood rushed south, and suddenly the pub was too damn hot, too damn crowded, and the only thing that mattered was getting her out of here. I turned my eyes to hers—she was smug. When she slipped off to the bathroom earlier...? That's what she was doing? That little minx.
The firewhiskey was a living thing in my veins, but it was nothing compared to the wildfire she'd just ignited. I wanted to see how smug she'd be with my cock shoved down her throat. My thumb found her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. Her thighs clenched around my fingers. My cock throbbed, aching against my zipper.
Son of a— "We're leaving."
I was on my feet before I could think twice. I left my drink where it was and took her hand. My strides long and brisk, I was on autopilot. My thoughts were a chaotic mess of filth.
Did she touch herself thinking about me when she got dressed this morning? Did she picture my mouth where her fingers were? Did she whimper when she came, biting her lip to stay quiet? I could already hear the way she'd sound, breathless and desperate, as I dragged my cock through her slick folds. The way her nails would dig into my arms as I pushed into her—
I leaned in, my voice a rough whisper against her ear, “You’re going to pay for that little stunt.”
The hitch in her breath told me she knew exactly what I meant. Knew I was going to make her scream for me until the entire fucking pub heard it. I was going to make sure they heard her all the way in the bloody Great Hall.
(Play: Sticky (feat. GloRilla, Sexyy Red & Lil Wayne) by Tyler, The Creator)
The heat in Bash's eyes smothered any rational thoughts I was having at the moment. We walked past the bar where the Quidditch team sat, and my eyes locked with Quinn's. Bash took a sharp right and he urged me up the stairs.
Oh. We were doing this here.
I felt a surge of excitement as heat curled low in my stomach. He didn't even wait until we were past the first landing—half of the pub still in clear sight—before I was up against the wall. His lips crashed into mine in a bruising kiss, his large hands grabbed my waist like he owned it—which he did.
"Bash!" I gasped, pushing his hands down as I peaked over his shoulder. We had a few eyes on us, including the Quidditch team, but he didn't seem to care. I gave him a reprimanding grin before I took to the stairs, flicking a teasing look over my shoulder. He took the steps two at a time with a hungry look in his eyes. I giggled and took off when I heard his little growl behind me.
I'd unleashed a monster. And I was more than okay with it.
The hunt was on, and I was nothing if not a predator.
I caught her at the top of the stairs, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her against the wall. She shrieked, laughing as I kissed her neck. I didn't care who saw, all I cared about was making her feel just as frenzied as I felt. Her giggle quickly turned into a moan, fingers threading in my hair. It felt so good I groaned against her and we broke away breathless.
"Tease." I growled against her lips before nipping at her bottom lip.
She giggled again and grabbed my hand dragging me up the next flight of stairs and past the enchanted mop. I would've taken her gladly in the hallway, would have bent her over the railing and had my way with her. But she wasn't ready for that quite yet. One day.
I grabbed her arse as we went and she squealed and hurried up the stairs trying to escape me. I looked around the third floor—there was no one here. I couldn't wait. My cock throbbed at the idea, straining against my trousers. Fuck it.
I had her up against the wall in an instant, one hand cradling her jaw and keeping her head back against the wall as my hungry lips fell upon her neck. She moaned in encouragement, her hands wandering my biceps, I flexed for her and she cursed. I kissed her next and she melted against me with a whimper. My other hand was sliding up her luscious thighs and bunching up the material of her dress. Her breath hitched as I found her already slick for me.
I teased her entrance, "So wet for me already." I murmured darkly. "Think you can keep quiet while I make you come on my fingers? Or do you want everyone to know how badly you need it?"
"Bash—" She whined.
I swallowed her protest with a kiss, my fingers slipping inside her, curling just right. I'd listen for steps on the stairs, but I needed her right now. I needed to see her come undone, to hear my name spill from those perfect lips as I ruined her. And I needed it now. She'd wanted to get caught so bad by me, being naughty, now I was upping the stakes.
"Tell me," I murmured against her lips, "did you think about this when you took them off?"
She nodded, her hips rocking against my hand.
"Say it."
"Yes." She said breathlessly, fighting against her pleasure, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Yes, what?" I pressed harshly, pumping in and out of her. She was so wet it was loud as fuck. Her arousal coated my fingers and wet her thighs squeezing my hand. The sound of her gushing for me had me in near physical pain.
"I thought... I thought about you touching me." Her voice wavered out just barely as my fingers worked faster, deeper—the sounds obscene.
Fuck.
"Sneaking off to the bathroom to strip for me like some fucking tease." I growled against her neck, sucking a mark into it. My other hand came around her throat keeping her pinned in place while I made her legs shake. Her breath came in shallow pants as I drove her closer to the edge. Her thighs clamped down over my wrist as I fucked my ring and middle finger into her as deep as I could go. "Come for me. Now." I ordered.
I felt her knees buckle as she came with a muffled cry against my shoulder, her body trembling. I didn't stop, I curled my fingers again and again, coaxing another broken whimper from her lips as she shuddered through the aftershocks.
"Still so fucking tight for me." I praised, watching her catch her breath. Her lashes fluttered with a weak nod, her cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen. Christ, she was perfect. I dragged my fingers out slowly, slick with her, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting the efforts of my labor. "Upstairs." I growled, spinning her around by her hips. "Now."
She was barely coherent, legs weak from her climax, but she obeyed. She stumbled up the last flight of stairs with me on her heels. There was something so satisfying about getting a woman so strong willed with a sharp tongue to bend to my will so easily.
(Play: Roxas by PierceTheSkies)
By the time we'd made it into the room on the forth floor, he had me against the wall with a guttural growl of satisfaction. He kicked the door shut, one hand knotted in my hair, the other sliding down the back of my thigh to hitch it up around him. I groaned, feeling what was waiting for me there, unable to help myself from pushing against it. He rolled his hips maddeningly against me and I couldn't stop the pitiful moan from escaping me.
"Turn around." He ordered, nipping my earlobe.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I listened, bracing my hands on the wall. He hiked up my dress with one hand, the other unbuckled his belt. My knees almost turned to jelly at the slight—his muscles flexing as he did it. My mouth watered. Fuck, I wanted him so bad. I was sopping and I was almost embarrassed how bad I wanted it. I was a mess. I was his mess.
The moment he freed his cock, he was on me.
"Fuck!" I gasped as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Louder." He demanded, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Let them hear you."
I don't think I could have kept quiet if my life depended on it. He was fucking me raw against the wall, each thrust took my breath away, each one deeper, harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room, my moans loud and insistent.
"Fuck, Bash, please! Don't stop, don't stop." I gripped the wall, my pleasure crashing into me over and over so I couldn't catch my breath. His cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision threaten to white out, and I was choking on moans.
"Good girl." He panted, his voice wrecked. "Take it. Fuck — so tight." His fingers dug into my hips, his pace relentless.
"Harder." I sobbed.
He didn't need much encouragement before he was pulling me back into him with each brutal thrust. I was so wet it was pathetic, I was gushing around his thick cock as he filled me to the max with each thrust. No one had ever been as deep as Bash, no one had ever hit those spots in me the way he had. His cock was big enough it bordered on painful when he got too deep. Usually he had to work it in, but I was so needy for him that he went in without resistance. I mean, can you blame me? Did you see him in his jersey? The sleeves of that thing were crying for help against his biceps. I wanted to ride one of them till I came, that would be so hot.
(Play: Lights Down Low (feat. Waka Flocka Flame) by Maejor)
"Look at you," his hand slid around my throat, "begging for it like a fucking slut. You love my big cock, don't you? Love getting fucked stupid where anyone could hear you."
My pussy clenched around him and I swore I got wetter. I whimpered, arching back against him to take every inch. "Yes, please. Fuck me. Please, I need it."
He was filthy, his words, his touches, that look in his eyes—it should have been illegal. It wasn't fair that he was this hot. I'd do anything for him. His thrusts turned punishing, the slap of skin echoing through the room. I was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall.
"You need it, huh? You need me to ruin your aching little pussy? Need me to make you scream?" He rasped against my ear, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. I was sweaty, shivering, shaking, my body so lost and confused I was just a fuck toy at this point. "I'm gonna make sure this whole pub knows exactly who owns this tight little cunt." His grip tightened on my throat with each word, the blood rushing to my head. His balls slapped my clit and I arched further against him, my body begging for more. I was so close to coming, I was going to soak his cock.
I was hiccuping through sobs at this point as he drove into me harder, faster until all I knew was sex and being taken throughly by him. I tried my best to respond but my mouth wouldn't form words, my pussy fluttering, warning me it was about to bust.
"Then cum." He ordered. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."
I shattered. "Bash!"
My climax ripped through me, my walls clamping down around him as I came hard. He didn’t let up, fucking me through it until I was shaking, oversensitive, with my knees threatening to give out.
"Good girl." His voice was rough with pleasure, his grip bruising. "Again. One more. Give me one more and I'll fill you up." One hand moving down to rub tight circles on my clit, cock slamming into me without mercy. The promise had me clenching around him, my body already reacting to his words. He sped up, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over until I was sobbing his name.
I shuddered against him trying to get away from his hand. I was too sensitive. "B-bash—I can't—"
"You can, and you will." He nipped at my shoulder, his thrusts turning punishing, the wet slap of skin surely able to be heard outside this room. "Fucking take it."
His fingers were ruthlessly working me over, his hips ramming into me with each thrust as he bottomed out, his cock stretching me without mercy. I didn't think it possible, but he was already bringing me back to the edge again, that or I'd never left it. I couldn't tell. I knew nothing other than sex and the way he had his way with me. I wouldn't argue. He could have me anyway he pleased.
My third orgasm tore through me, my scream of his name loud enough it surely carried down the stairs. I couldn't bring myself to care, my knees were too busy giving out. Bash held me up effortlessly, his cock hammering into me with reckless abandon as he chased his own orgasm. "That's it, baby, fuck." He groaned, his thrusts growing sloppy, his rhythm faltering. "I'm gonna cum so deep in your throbbing little pussy. You want it don't you? You want me to paint your walls with my cum?"
"Ple—please, Bash. Give it to me. Please, I need it." I barely managed, my pussy clenching wildly around him feeling his pulses start.
"Fuck, I'm coming. Take it." He grunted, gripping my hips to the point of pain as he drove as deep as he could manage, his hips stuttering against mine. The sound of his climax was almost as filthy as the feeling of him spilling inside me, his cock twitching with each pulse of cum. I could feel it, hot and thick, as he emptied himself deep into me. He didn’t pull out, just kept me pinned against the wall as he rode out his high, panting against my neck.
(Play: Babydoll by Dominic Fike)
I couldn't even form words, I just slumped against the wall, utterly spent. My legs were jelly and my whole body was buzzing with aftershocks as I felt his cock throb inside of me. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, of our sweat mingling, and the scent of sex heavy in the air. He slowly pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss, feeling his cum trickle down my thighs. He pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck, then another slower on the side before turning me to face him, caressing my face in his large hands. His touch gentled, and he brushed a damp strand of hair from my face.
"You alright?" He asked, his dark eyes heavy with satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to my mouth, but I could barely muster the energy to kiss him back. I was still trembling from the intensity of it all.
Sebastian Sallow, the man you are.
"Mhm." I managed a sleepy nod, leaning against him and letting him hold me upright. I was boneless. "I love you."
I kissed her lazily, half-delirious, before murmuring against her lips: "I love you more." I swiped my thumbs slowly over her flushed cheeks. She was absolutely spent. She looked like she was a blink away from sleep. My ego preening with satisfaction. "...We should lose more often."
She smiled weakly, "I hope you never play again."
I chuckled, wiping my face on my sleeve. It was fucking scorching in here. "Careful what you wish for." I grinned, tucking myself back in my jeans, taking in the blissful flush of her cheeks. My fingers trailed lazily over her bare thigh, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch. "Come on, trouble," I helped her fix her dress and she wobbled slightly. "Let's get you some water."
"Okay." She said in a daze, beginning to follow me without question. I couldn't help but smile a little; she may have had me wrapped around her finger, but I had her wrapped around my cock. She paused suddenly as we reached the door, her eyes widening as she began finger combing through her hair. "Wait. Do I look like I just got railed upstairs in The Three Broomsticks?" She asked, pulling out her lip gloss and trying to flatten the wrinkles in her blue dress.
I stepped closer to her, my hands cupping her face as I leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You look like mine, love," I whispered, my thumb tracing her kiss-reddened lip. "And I don't think a little lip gloss is going to cover that up."
She let out a little huff of disapproval, glancing towards the door reluctantly. With a sigh, I pulled my wand, "Fine, fine. Turn around." A quick flick of my wand and the evidence of our activities disappeared—wrinkles smoothed, hair perfect, but I left the hickies. That was just for Umbitch. "There. Now you look innocent. Even though we both know better." I tucked my wand away with a wink.
She gasped dramatically, swatting my arm. I threw my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side, pressing a loud kiss to her temple as we headed downstairs.
Some quotes I've collected and put together that sort of encompass the relationship from my fic The Lion and the Snake. If this dynamic interests you, go give it a read on Wattpad @gryffindorgirl99 or Ao3 @Gryffindorgirl1999
If you like: slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, yearning, burn the world down for you love, lil bit unhinged MMC with questionable morals and a dark Seb - this is where you'll find it. Follows the story line of Hogwarts Legacy but more in depth like it's actually happening and realistic. It has a good amount of spice, graphic violence, language, but also the most intense love story I ever thought possible that is both beautiful and doomed. I'd love some feed back if you have the time, and it is completed - 450k words and a second book is already 100k words in.
Hello lovelies! This is how I think each character would ask you to the ball if you were their girlfriend. These personalities are based off my fic The Lion and the Snake on how I interpret them. They are all so perfect!! We have Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, and Quinn Umbridge. Have fun!!!
Sebastian:
“Hey.”
I know that voice. I don’t even have to look up. “Hey, babe. Can I come find you later? I still have a lot to finish here.” I sighed, running my hair back out of my face from where I was bent over my notes, the side of my hand ink stained.
“You sure about that?” His voice was velvet smooth, sultry in a way he only spoke when he wanted something. It was also just a little muffled. Odd.
“Yeah, I—” I looked up and stopped dead.
Standing there between the stacks of the Hogwarts library was Sebastian Sallow… with a rose between his teeth. I snorted with laughter and slapped a hand over my mouth as I stood.
“Oh… my… god…”
He grinned at me through the stem and wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned on the shelf. That little—
“What are you doing?” I smiled at him as I approached, putting my hands on either side of his face. He was so cute. He plucked the red rose from between his teeth, those seductive eyes pulling me in like no other. He held the flower between us for me to take, his lopsided grin making me weak in the knees.
“I,” he tucked some hair behind my ear with a honied tone, “am asking my stunning girlfriend to the ball.”
I blushed. Then decided to play along.
“Are you now?” I put on a face, pretending to scrutinize the rose. “Well, I hope she says yes.”
He grinned wider, “Me too.” Sebastian leaned in as he spoke followed by a few kisses peppered across my cheek and ear.
I shrunk away with a giggle, my fingers curling into his shirt and tie. I pulled him into my mouth and sighed with a near moan into his heavenly lips.
“Is that a yes?”
Nose to nose with him, I couldn’t help but smile as I admired my rose. “It’s a yes.”
I heard a little growl of satisfaction escape him as he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. His kisses turned playful and hungry and before I knew it I was weightless.
“Seb!” I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck and hurriedly looking around. He laughed in return. “What are you doing?” I said through my smile - no one was watching, thank god.
“Celebrating.” He replied and punctuated it with a little bite on my neck then a loud kiss as he carried me towards our spot in the library.
“You’re bad.” I playfully scolded, shaking my head. But I kissed him anyway.
Ominis:
“Hey, wake up. Ominis is downstairs.” Natty shook my shoulder.
I blinked drowsily and rubbed my sleeve over my eyes as I sat up. I furrowed my brow at her, “What?”
“Your boyfriend is here to see you.” She gave me a sly, knowing look.
I checked the time, it wasn’t like I had missed breakfast, but Ominis was always an early riser. I was the opposite. “What’s that look for?” I smiled lightly at her in suspicion.
“Oh, nothing. You just might want to brush your hair… and your teeth… and put on some clothes… you know, look presentable.” She gave me another smile then slipped out of the dorm.
I smiled to myself, toying with the edge of my comforter before throwing it back to get ready. I rushed down the stairs towards the door, when I opened it, Ominis stood with all the casual grace he usually sported holding two hot drinks in hand.
“Good morning, my love.” He said smoothly.
My lip pouted as I approached him and he held out one of the cups. “You brought me tea?” My fingers closed around the hot drink and I inhaled deeply. It was the cinnamon one I liked. He remembered. I smiled against the steam on my face.
Ominis was dressed impeccably as always. Today he was dressed in a silver set that made his eyes pop, his shoes perfectly shined. He took my hand and lifted it to his lips pressing a gentle kiss. “Of course. I have a question to ask you.”
He paused with my hand lifted, then he turned my wrist over and inhaled. A slow smile spread across his lips when he realized I put on the perfume he liked, the one he got me for our anniversary. It was a subtle floral scent that didn’t bother his nose the way most perfumes did. He hummed out his approval placing another much slower kiss against my pulse point which now started to race. He drew me to him, his sightless gaze feeling like he was envisioning what I would look like today as he drank me in.
“And what is that?” I smiled as I melted into him. His hand traced up the side of my cheek and I leaned into his gentle touch, blinking slowly. His thumb swept a soft arc across my cheekbone as he pressed a kiss to my lips. His thumb traced that path next, feeling my smile before he gave me his. It was something he always did, he wanted to see me smile so he did it the only way he knew how - by tracing my lips.
From behind his back he pulled out a box of chocolates, holding them between us with the barest grin, “I wanted to ask my lovely girlfriend if she would be so kind as to attend the ball with me this weekend. If she isn’t already spoken for, that is.”
I nearly melted at the tone of his voice, slow and unhurried with a timbre he used when he was trying to seduce me. It got me every time.
“I don’t think I have anything going on. Let me check.” I teased, then I leaned in and gave him a long, savoring kiss. I sighed happily into his lips, into his touch. I felt him smile into the kiss, following it with a small one against the tip of my nose as he always did. I scrunched it and let out a small giggle. “Nope, I’m free.”
“Mmm, good.” He leaned in to whisper in my ear, his slow fingers tracing over the opposite side of my jaw and neck. “I can’t wait to feel how that dress is going to hug your figure.”
A chill ran through me as he placed a kiss against the side of my neck, his hand wandering down to grab the material of my jeans at my hip and draw me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the chocolate forgotten, our cups hovering beside us as I pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Garreth:
I was laughing with Poppy as we left Charms. Garreth had left about halfway through class with a mischievous look on his face that spelled nothing but trouble. I didn’t miss how Lucan and Leander had followed him out either.
What were they up to?
I stopped dead in the hallway when I laid eyes on precisely what they had been up to for the last 20 minutes. Lucan was hurriedly throwing flower petals across the hallway while Leander and Garreth bickered and fussed over the bowtie they were trying to put on my boyfriend. There was a sign taped to the wall with the words: WILL YOU GO TO THE BALL WITH ME? On it in glitter glue pen.
Leander caught sight of me and mid argument he spun Garreth by the shoulders towards me and he immediately shut his mouth.
“Baby!” He grinned wide in greeting.
He was so cute.
He nodded to Leander over his shoulder who backed towards the window where a stereo was waiting. Lucan threw a bouquet of neon colored flowers at Garreth who caught it, nearly dropped it, then straightened with a broad smile at me.
What a dork.
The stereo started playing as a crowd gathered. The song: Me & U by Cassie.
I went beet red and covered my face as Garreth started to dance, serenading me. Leander and Lucan lip-synced and danced around Garreth as they had apparently put together a little routine, Lucan still throwing flowers. Everyone started laughing and Poppy squealed and grabbed my arm as I giggled with her. Garreth started approaching slowly to the beat pointing at me.
“I was waiting for you to tell me you were ready. I know what to do, if only you would let me.” He caught my hand and pulled me into him to get me to dance. I had one hand over my blushing face, my other in his as he spun me slow. “As long as you’re cool with it, I’ll treat you right. Here is where you wanna be.”
“Oh, my god, Garreth.” I danced with him shyly as Lucan began to twerk against the wall and Leander did a very poor cartwheel. I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me as they bumped into each other.
When the song ended, Garreth grinned real big at me.
“Mc, will you go to the ball with me this weekend?!” He called loudly into the corridor so everyone could hear. I let the hall grow quiet with suspense, a shy smile creeping up my face.
I nodded, “Yes, I’ll go to the ball with you.”
I giggle-screamed as Garreth strode up to sweep me off my feet bridal style and spun us around as I clung to his muscular frame. His hearty laugh could be heard well throughout the hall as everyone clapped and cheered, then he kissed me. He gave me his signature smile, his eyes dancing.
Quinn:
“Where are we going?” I asked as I was steered by my shoulders towards the Great Hall by Natty.
“You’ll see. Are you allergic to surprises or something?” She replied as we pushed through the doors. She lead me towards our table and on my golden plate sat a folded note. I felt a smile tug at my lips and I gave her a suspicious side eye before she nodded expectantly at the note.
I plucked it up and noticed elegant swirling green script that could only belong to one perfectionist I knew. Quinn. My smile grew as I read the note.
Follow the trail, darling. If you dare. - QAU
What was he up to? I looked to Natty and she pretended not to know anything about it but I knew her better than that.
“What’s he planning?” I inquired.
“I promised not to spoil it, now go. He’s waiting.” She smiled at me as if she was just as excited as I was.
My attention was caught by a little paper snitch that zipped right in front of me and out the door of the Great Hall. When I caught it in the corridor and unfolded it, it read: Warmer. - QAU
I continued down the hallway when I noticed a green velvet ribbon tied to the sword of a suit of armor. I untied it and read the note attached.
Getting warmer, darling. Though you’ve always had a way of making things… heated. - QAU
I blushed deeply, folding up the note and looking for the next. I went down the entire length of the corridor and didn’t see another one until Sir Nicholas reached down from above and handed me another note tied with green velvet.
“Thanks Nick.” I smiled and opened it, he gave me a nod of his head with an elegant flourish of his wrist before he floated through the wall.
Admit it. You’re enjoying the chase. P.S. Higher. - QAU
I hurried down the hall with an obnoxiously big smile as I followed Quinn’s trail, my heart pounding with each clue. He was such the grand gesture type only to pretend it took absolutely no effort at all. Further down I seen another note hovering near the doorway to the corridor full of suits of armor. I reached up and caught the note, when I opened it there was something inside.
A gold charm bracelet with a golden snitch dangling from it along with Quinn’s initials. My stomach did a flip as I admired the beautiful gift then read the note.
If you were a snitch, I’d catch you every time. - QAU
A few more notes later and I was at the door to the Great Hall courtyard. I untied the next note with a giddy grin and read the beautiful green script.
Nearly there. Though I always find you worth the wait. Outside, darling. - QAU
I pushed open the door and noticed a trail of rose petals leading me to a staircase, little tea candles flickering on each step. I eagerly followed to find Quinn standing in the gazebo, the glow of the green dome casting him in an ethereal light. He grinned when he saw me, then he held up his hand and between his fingers was one last note.
I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my face along with the blush on my cheeks. He was always stunning, but right now he looked particularly unfair.
He took my hand and drew me into him, placing a kiss on my hand then my cheek. I giggled and cuddled into him as I read the final note.
The ball will only sparkle if you’re there. Be my date? - QAU
“Awww, baby. You didn’t have to do all this.” My brows drew together as I looked up into his handsome face. He was so sweet. I was so lucky.
“Of course I did. What’s the point of doing something if you can’t do it well?” He pulled me in till we were nose to nose. I giggled again and wasted no time kissing him.
Excerpt from Broken. Violent. Yours. Chapter Aftermath:
If you want to cry over best friend feels with Mc and Natsai here you go 😭🫂🫶 Setting is Hospital Wing after Nat takes a curse for Mc from Harlow.
(Play: Gilded Lily by Cults)
I paced the stone floor of the Hospital Wing. The large room was filled with multiple rows of beds neatly lined up, white curtains providing a small sense of privacy. A few other students were in getting treatment for various things. One with a broken arm that was wearing a Quidditch uniform. There must have been a game we missed. Another was holding a bucket and slowly filling it with the contents of her stomach. Another was tied to the hospital bed as he was floating — seeming to be a charm they were trying to figure out how to fix.
I was running my hands through my hair and sighing as I went over the events of the night in my mind over and over again.
"Hey." I felt a hand on my shoulder and the soft voice of Quinn from behind me. I turned and seen his drawn face, his gray eyes studying me, concern dancing in them. "Ominis is back in the common room, he's resting."
I nodded numbly, looking back over at Natsai in bed with her mother beside her holding her hand. I swallowed hard, guilt wrapping me up so tightly I thought I'd suffocate. I'd been waiting to speak with her but her mother was hovering, for good reason, but still. The nurse went back and forth to Nat's bed and spoke with her mother before trodding off to gather some potions.
Quinn's presence was a source of comfort. He'd always had a way of making me feel safe and understood. But right now, even he couldn't ease the burden of guilt that weighed heavy on my shoulders.
"Hey," Quinn moved directly in front of me, shaking his head slowly. He could see the guilt and pain etched into my features. "It's not your fault." His voice was low and gentle, the kind of voice you'd use with a spooked animal. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. A lump had formed in my throat that I couldn't seem to swallow. What was I doing here anyway? Being useless.
I met his eyes, mine swimming as I wanted so desperately to believe him. The way he looked at me it was like he actually believed it. But that didn't stop the feeling I had constricting inside of me. Natsai had jumped in front of that curse for me. She'd taken it for me. I should be the one laying in that bed right now. Not her.
I'd vowed to be by her side, to protect her... and I'd failed.
"That should be me. Not her." I managed to get out, looking at Nat as I said it.
Quinn shook his head, his eyes filled with compassion. He gently placed a hand beneath my chin, tilting my face so that our eyes met again. "No." His response was firm, "Stop it. None of this was your fault. Natty made her choice. Just like you would've. Just like I would've. She knew the risks, same as the rest of us. She protected you because that's what friends do."
I looked desperately into his eyes, allowing him to keep me together. "She could've died."
"Yeah, she could've — but she didn't. You didn't, none of us did. And now Harlow's locked up. That's a win. Don't let guilt twist that into something else."
I felt my lip wobble and I shrunk a bit under his gaze, under his careful touch. He was so careful with me. My heart threatened to crack but I didn't look away. I felt the knot in my chest loosen ever so slightly, nothing substantial — but he'd done that.
"Yes, Mother, I feel fine, and it will do me some good to see my friends." I heard Natsai's voice, soft and weak.
"Very well, but do not overdo it, Natsai." Her mother's gentle warning came after.
"I know, mother." Nat responded, Professor Onai stooping down to give her a hug, then touching her fingers under her chin to lift it, admiring her strong daughter before she departed. I rushed to her bedside, immediately dropping down beside her, my hands over hers.
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"Oh, Nat. You look dreadful." I whimpered, I couldn't help it. I pulled her into a hug before I full on sobbed. My hands shook as I held my best friend tight. I'd almost lost her. Harlow had almost taken her from me—my life had almost taken her from me. There was never a moment where I hated my powers more than I did in this one. I loathed this stupid fate... worse than death. Because this was only the beginning. Rookwood and Ranrok were still out there. We'd taken down one of the big three... there was still so much more to go. More of this road to follow. A small sob broke free as I hugged her tighter. I couldn't lose her. I just couldn't. I wouldn't be able to go on. Not without her. Another sob. "How— how are you feeling?" My voice wavered as my brows pinched together drawing back to look her over. I closed my hands back over hers tightly.
Nat chuckled but it was weak and raspy, "You great ridiculous thing." She said fondly, squeezing my hands. I was suddenly transported back to the very first time she'd said that to me. In the common room. I was a wreck thinking I'd ruined our friendship and she'd just looked at me like that was never an option at all. "I'm feeling a bit sore, but I'll be just fine."
Her amber eyes still held warmth despite the hell she'd been through. She was a star. A bright one. I swore nothing could make that brightness burn out. She was infinite. My friend was infinite.
I sniffled and helped her prop up the pillow behind her so she'd be more comfortable. "I'm sorry, Nat. It's my fault you got hurt." I shook my head looking down at her hands in mine.
"You listen to me," She held my eyes fiercely, gripping my hands tighter. "This was never your path alone. We chose this path together. From the moment you told me in the library I have been with you. I have chosen to stand by you. We fight, we fall, we get back up—together. Until the end."
A tear slipped down my cheek, my throat choking me.
"You and I are bound by more than friendship, Bokkie. We're sisters in every way that matters. And protecting each other is what sisters do." Her voice was soft but unwavering.
I was a mess. I was sobbing by the time she was finished. "I love you, Nat."
She gave me a watery smile, her own tears streaking down her ashen cheeks. She pulled me into a hug, both of us crying harder. It was absolutely disgusting in the best way. I'm sure Ominis would have had second hand embarrassment if he was here to witness this. "I love you too. Its you and me... always."
She sniffled and pulled back, wiping some of her tears away. "You know," she sniffled again with a faded smile, "I never understood my father until this day. He made a choice based on love, based on instinct. And I don't know why it took me so long to see it, but you are no more to blame for that curse than I am for my father's sacrifice years ago."
"From what I know of him, it seems there's a lot of your father in you." I told her with conviction, giving her hand a small shake.
"Then I am honored." She gave me a weak smile as she blinked back her tears trying to shake it off. "Oh, I wished you could have met him. He would have loved you. My father would have accepted you as one of his own with open arms. He always wanted a second daughter."
More tears streamed down my face at that. Natsai had told me so much about her Dad. He sounded like an amazing man — one the world needed. She told me millions of stories about him and I wished more than anything I could have met him too. I never had a Dad... not like that. Not like hers. It was overwhelming to think if he'd been alive that I could have had one too. "I think you're trying to make me cry now." I wobbled out, rubbing my sleeve over my face and runny nose with a weak laugh.
She chuckled weakly, "Oh, we are quite the sight." She said as she wiped her tears and let out a groan. She looked at me then, long and drawn out. "I can't believe Harlow is on his way to Azkaban."
"I know, me too. It doesn't feel real. I should send Officer Singer a card." I smiled and shook my head with a sigh.
"I hope he rots there." She said. She didn't just say that for her or for us. But she said it for Archie, for Mrs. Bickle who lost Mr. Bickle. She said it for everyone who'd ever been hurt by Harlow. She said it for them.
"He will." I said quietly, this time I believed my own words. No one ever escapes Azkaban, he would be gone forever. Possibly suffer the dementor's kiss as well.
The sound of the hospital door creaking open made us both turn and look up. It was the nurse coming back to check on Nat. She was carrying a tray with a couple of vials. "Time for your potions, Miss Onai." The nurse bustled through.
"I'll let you get your rest, alright? I'll come visit you in the morning, yeah?" I nodded to her, giving her hand one last squeeze before I stood from her bed and stepped aside for the nurse to come in.
"Make sure you get some rest too, Bokkie. And tell Ominis thank you for me."
"I will." I told her.
I gave her one last long look as the nurse began tending to her before I turned towards the door seeing Quinn leaning against the frame waiting for me. When I approached, he lifted his arm allowing me under it before he ushered us gently away.
3K Words of Sebastian Sallow and Mc doing it in the library. MDNI 🔞🌶️
As per usual, these characters are based off my fic The Lion and the Snake where I use 2 POV's, Sebastian is green and Mc is red. Much love xx
"Bash!" I chastised as he tugged me along through the stacks. "This is a library!"
I looked around us making sure no one had noticed us hurrying off from our study table. I'd gotten a little too grabby with him while he was trying to work and it seemed I was about to pay the price.
"So?" He walked backwards, his hand in mine with that smug look he had. "I can play quietly if you can."
My mouth dropped open and a blush rushed to my cheeks. I looked over my shoulder again as we disappeared to the back of the second floor. He tugged me into him and I returned my attention, hands on his chest. His inky eyes were on mine, simmering with desire and want. That cocky little smirk of his never failed to make me wet.
He was too comfortable in here.
"It's not about if we can, it's if we should." I gave him a reprimanding look. His fingers flexed against my waist and a deep flutter made itself known.
He dipped his head, his nose brushing against my neck like he was savoring me, "And when have we ever done what we should, love?"
His accent was thick with heat, his arousal already tenting his pants. Fuck. I found myself pressing against him subtly, feeling that hardness where I was already buzzing. I felt a throb, my heartbeat too far south for comfort. His hot breath ghosted over my neck and my skin pebbled.
"Bash..." I exhaled. Ugh, I was weak. I shouldn't even be entertaining this.
He was sunk back against the bookshelf, his fingers skimming up the backs of my thighs and pausing just below the edge of my skirt. He wasn't playing fair.
He stole a kiss, "These lips can lie, but can these?" I felt his fingers brush against my underwear, revealing how desperately wet I was for him. My breath hitched, my core tightening as heat pooled low. My resistance crumbled and I leaned into him with a soft gasp.
"Fuck you." I got out as my eyes closed and my head fell back as he stroked my slickness.
He chuckled low and dark against my neck, "Oh, I intend to."
My pussy clenched traitorously at those words that dripped with promise. His lips worshipped my neck as my mind pulled to the feeling of him pulling my underwear aside. My nails dug into his broad shoulders a heartbeat before he sunk his fingers into me. I tightened my hold and gasped.
Fuck.
She clenched beautifully around my fingers. Her moan was muffled against my shoulder as I curled my fingers just right.
Her hips jerked when I added a second finger, "Bash--"
"Shh." I stole her gasp with my mouth, swallowing the sound as I drug my thumb over her clit. "You're doing so well, love. Just a little longer."
She was already trembling, her hips rocking minutely like she couldn't help it. Like she needs it. I grinned against her pulse. I curled my fingers inside her, a shudder following with each shallow thrust--I could live on this alone.
She moaned pitifully. "Quiet now," I murmured against her skin, "wouldn't want Scribner to hear how dirty you are for me, would we?"
I crooked my fingers, her legs starting to shake. I smoothed my thumb over her again relishing the way her hips jerked to chase the sensation. Her thighs tightened around my wrist, her eyes shut tight. I cradled her jaw with my free hand as I pumped into her. I could hear how wet she was for me, how ready, and it was driving me mad with lust.
"F-fuck." She panted, nails biting into my shoulders.
My cock pulsed in my pants, begging to sink into her like my fingers currently were. Fuck, I was aching. Her lips parted in a silent cry as I stroked that perfect spot within her, those green eyes locked on mine - fully at my mercy.
I could feel her getting close, that telltale flutter around my fingers.
"That's it." I murmured against her ear, voice thick with satisfaction. "Come for me, love. Let me feel it."
And she did.
Her thighs clamped down on my hand, her entire body trembling as she bit down on my shoulder to stifle her whimpers. I captured her lips, kissing her through it. My fingers slowed, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she sagged against me, boneless and panting. I grinned at her, then sucked my fingers clean with deliberate slowness just to make her eyes darken all over again.
I couldn't resist stealing another kiss - slow, filthy, and mine.
I had every intention of finding out how quiet she could be when I got on my knees next.
I caught my breath, coming down from my high. My fingers slackened against his shoulders and I leaned back against the bookshelf feeling the heat on my face. It was ungodly hot in here. I could feel the thin sheen of sweat on my brow, admiring the way he looked at me. He didn't even bother checking our surroundings before his hands went to his belt.
My eyes widened as he revealed himself, thick and aching. The head was leaking precum, veins popping. My mouth practically watered. I was on my knees without a second thought, Bash's hand braced against the bookshelf over my head. I wrapped my hands around him and took the liberty of cleaning him up a little before I began.
I gave him a squeeze and he groaned, his eyes falling closed with a slutty exhale. I smiled, returning my attention to his swollen cock. I kissed slowly, teasingly up his shaft, one after another. Then I repeated the action with my tongue, dragging the flat of it up the underside of him from the base all the way to the tip. His fingers tightened on the shelf and his free hand carded into my hair. I swirled my tongue around him next, giving him another squeeze as I did.
Fuck, he tasted good.
His salty precum graced my tongue as I swirled again, this time taking more of him into my mouth. I could never take him all, usually only about half, three quarters if I got the angle just right. I took him as deep as I could and he bumped the back of my throat - letting out a hiss when he did. His fingers tightened in my hair. I felt him shift and then both of his hands were in my hair, gathering it up into his fist while I worshiped him. I hummed out my approval, swirling my tongue around him again and again until he braced against the shelf again.
I grinned.
I payed special attention to his most sensitive spot just beneath the lip of the underside of his head. As soon as he flexed in my mouth I took him deep. He cursed. I loved blowing him purely because of the noises he made. They were all breathy and broken. It was music to my ears. There was nothing better than reducing the man that was usually in control to this. I took him deep again, when I withdrew this time I let some spit drop onto his leaking head. I worked my hand over it slowly and his entire body tensed. I could feel him swell impossibly tighter in my hand, the blood rushing to make the skin stretch.
I just knew how amazing he was going to feel inside of me. I could feel my pussy was slick with need as I shifted on my knees. Ugh, I needed him badly. But I wanted to taste him first.
I began pumping my hand over him at the same time I swirled my tongue around his tip over and over and over. His breathing became quick and shallow. I heard him swallow a breathy hiss. I moaned on his cock so he could feel the vibrations in my throat. That nearly sent him over, his cock flexing between my lips.
"Fuck, Mc."
I pumped my hand faster, twisting as I went, spreading my spit across him as I moved my mouth up and down as deep as I could go. I felt his hips lift towards my mouth, driving me slightly deeper than I was comfortable. My breathing hitched as he hit the back of my throat and held it for a moment. I gagged.
"That's it. Gag on it for me. That's all yours." I looked darkly into her eyes.
Her cheeks hallowed out as she sucked on me, I drove to the back of her throat again feeling it constrict. She gagged again and I nearly came right there. My grip in her hair tightened as I fought for control. I shifted her ponytail to my other hand, cradling her jaw with my free one, making her look up at me all wide eyed and faux innocence. Gods.
My thumb traced her swollen bottom lip, the sight of her there on her knees for me, glassy eyes, eager to give me what I wanted, her golden hair wrapped in my fist. It was nearly too much. Her fingers dug into my thighs as I slowly began thrusting into her. Her throat tightened again and my vision nearly whited out.
Fuck.
My hips stuttered forward, my entire body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. Those green eyes were watering but still locked on mine - Christ.
"Look at you. Such a dirty little slut for me." I dragged my thumb over her spit slick lip again, "Such a good fucking girl. Taking me so well." I savored the way her lashes fluttered at the praise. She whimpered around my cock, the vibration shooting straight up my length. I pulled back slightly letting her catch her breath. The second she inhaled, I thrust back in - deeper this time, just to hear her choke on me again.
Her mouth was heaven.
I could only imagine how good her walls would feel around me. My cock flexed again, my pleasure building. "Can you take more for me?" I adjusted my grip, pressing my hips forward. She gagged on me again, a whimper following. "So good, love. You're so good for me. You'll take whatever I give you, won't you?"
She moaned in response, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge. I groaned low and ragged, my hips jerking as I fought to hold on. Her fingers dug into my thighs, urging me deeper. So fucking eager, so desperate to please me. Her cheeks hollowed, sucking hard. I couldn't take it anymore. I fucked her throat in shallow, relentless thrusts, chasing my own pleasure now. Her throat clenched around me, her eyes watering, mascara running.
Fuck. Fuck.
I came with a broken groan, spilling down her throat. She swallowed every last drop greedily, holding me deep her eyes obediently on mine. She was made for me, I swear.
I hauled her up, kissing her filthy and deep, tasting myself on her tongue. "I'm going to wreck you." I rasped against her mouth, "Take off your fucking panties."
In a flash, I was on the study table. Bash's large hand splayed across my chest pressing me back as he sunk to his knees. His eyes were locked on my pussy like his mouth was watering. He pushed my skirt up, his arms winding around my thighs before giving a rough yank. He pulled me into his waiting mouth, his lids fluttering as he tasted me.
I nearly came off the table - nearly came out of my body. His mouth took all of me, sucking and slurping, his muscles bulging around my thighs as he held me in place. I gasped, my core flexing, my wide eyes finding his already locked on me - predatory and hungry. I mewled as he worked his tongue over me again and again, rolling and twisting as I came apart at the seems.
"B-bash..." My fingers found his dark hair, twisting tightly. He groaned against me and my hips arched into his mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was devouring me. It had only been this morning the last time he'd went down on me but he acted like it had been a century.
His tongue swirled around my bud torturously and I felt a new sensation - his fingers scissoring between my folds. Holy shit. My release was building far too fast, I was already sensitive from his finger fucking and he was ready to plow me over again without mercy. His eyes darkened further at my reaction, only urging him on. His tongue drug up my slit, his eyes saying he was drinking in every whimper I gave him. He added a finger to my sopping pussy, the sound obscene. My head fell back, my moan audible this time, unable to keep quiet.
I was leaned back on my forearms when he began to stroke that spot deep inside me that made my back arch and my toes curl. My thighs began to tremble around his ears and he growled against my clit hungrily as he started fucking me hard with his fingers. My moans were insistent, my pleasure licking along my core like fire, climbing up my throat. Fuck, I was gonna come.
His eyes were like molten fire. Then without mercy, he shoved me over the edge of sanity.
I cried out, my thighs tight around his head, hips bucking but he held me still as he slurped up everything I gave him. His face was wet when he pulled away, rubbing his hand over it as his predatory eyes locked on me and he rose. Oh, fuck. I was about to get it.
His cock flexed intimidatingly, and he pulled me further down the table eliciting a sharp gasp from me. His fingers toyed with my dripping pussy, his eyes flicking down for a beat as he rubbed himself through me.
Fuck, she was gorgeous like this - ruined and pliant.
"Look at you, so wet and perfect for me. Want me to fill you like you want, like you need?"
Her thighs parted so beautifully for me. She was drenched, her arousal coating my fingers and the throbbing head of my cock. I worked myself through her slick folds, holding back the groan that was pulling at my chest. I gripped my base, lining up with her entrance.
"Please." She begged so prettily for me. My little slut. I watched her eyes widen as I pressed in slow, then they rolled. Fuck.
"So fucking tight for me." I gritted out as her walls fluttered around me. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me in deeper. My fingers flexed into her hips, my breathing hitching. She let out an ungodly moan as I bottomed out. I held my position for a few moments to let her adjust and when it felt like she wasn't gripping me as tight I began to roll my hips in a slow, punishing grind.
She nearly came off the table with a guttural moan. She was never able to be quiet, and gods I loved her noises. But I'd have to silence her if we were going to keep going. We didn't need unwanted attention. I leaned forward and pressed my palm over her parted lips, my face inches from hers. I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in hard. She cried out loudly against my hand and I grinned. Her green eyes were hazy with pleasure as I hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.
"That's it. Show me how much you love my cock." I thrusted deeper, her eyes rolling again, moans muffled behind my hand. Her hips rolled to meet each thrust as I fucked her slow and deep. The way she took me - gods - it was like she was made for me. Her whole body trembled with each drag of my cock through her cunt, the obscene sounds of us filling the small alcove. Her slick was coating me, collecting at the top of my balls as they slapped her arse with each thrust.
Her nails raked down my back - I'd admire them in the mirror later. It was my badge of honor. Her face was twisted in pleasure, her breath hot against my hand. Her thighs tightened, heels digging into my arse as she urged me deeper. Fuck, I could feel her getting close. Her walls tightening around me every time I hit just the right spot. I was gonna cum deep inside her little pussy. Was going to claim it as mine. Only mine.
A choked moan tore from her throat as I set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping and her breathy little gasps only drove me on harder. Gods, she was gripping me so tight. It was an effort to pull out.
"You want me to cum in you, baby? Hmm?" I rasped, her eyes glazed, unfocused. "You want my cum don't you? I can see it in your eyes, how much you like being filled up like the filthy little slut you are. Come for me and I'll give it to you." I told her, my pace downright brutal. "Come all over my cock and I'll give that sweet little pussy what its aching for."
"Please, Bash." She whined against my hand.
She clenched around me like a vice and I hissed out a curse. My grip on her hip tightened as I drove ruthlessly into her, chasing that spot inside of her that made her come apart every time for me. She shattered beautifully beneath me - her back arching, her pussy squeezing me so tight I saw stars. I couldn't hold back any longer. I buried myself deep, groaning against her neck as I spilled inside her, my hips stuttering as I rode out my release.
For a moment, it was just the sounds of our ragged breathing and my pulse roaring in my ears. Then I peeled my hand from her lips, pressing a lazy, satisfied kiss to her swollen mouth, savoring the taste of her.
Make a playlist that your house would play for a party in Hogwarts 🎤🎸🥁
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Here's Gryffindor House's Playlist:
Gryffindor's playlist is pretty much just white-girl music that they would all scream at the top of their lungs, blackout drunk, with their ties wrapped around their heads. They will remember none of it in the morning but it will be epic. 😂 Below are some honorable mentions since it won't let me add more than 10.
Everybody Talks by Neon Trees
Happier by Marshmello & Bastille
Dancing with Myself by Generation X
DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love (feat. Pitbull) by USHER
Firework by Katy Perry
Here’s to Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne
I Had Some Help (feat. Morgan Wallen) by Post Malone
It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
Like a G6 by Far East Movement, The Cataracs & Dev
Warning: Gore, graphic depictions of violence, death
Here's a peak at Sebastian in book two, Broken. Violent. Yours. 😊 You can find it on Wattpad @gryffindorgirl99 or Ao3 @Gryffindorgirl1999
(Play: Broken Ones by Felix Lean & Anna Cotter)
The acrid stench of burning canvas and flesh sears my lungs as I step over another body. My wand is slick with blood—some of it mine, most of it theirs. The camp is a ruin now, tents collapsing into embers, the air thick with smoke and the screams of the dying. A few Ashwinders still writhe in the dirt clutching wounds I carved into them. They won't last long.
One of them tries to crawl towards a discarded wand with a broken arm. I don't even break stride, "Diffindo." His hand twitches once then he goes still. There's a wet gurgling before he coughs up blood on my boots as I pass. Then it's quiet.
Pathetic.
I turn my back on him, scanning the wreckage. There's a trunk near the remnants of the command tent, singed but still intact. That's what I came for.
A cough rasps behind me.
"R-Rookwood'll skin you alive for this." He wheezes, propping himself up on an elbow as he holds his intestines in his hand.
I crouch in front of him, all predatory grace as I tilt my head. "Ohh, I'm coming for Rookwood next. Don't you worry."
He blanches at that, "You're insane."
The stench of charred flesh and iron is thick between us as I look over him in a pitying way. His breath comes in ragged, wet gasps—lungs filling with blood.
"Tell me where the next camp is." I whisper, saccharine sweet. Like I'm asking a lover for secrets.
His lip trembles. "Go to hell, Sallow."
I let out a slow breath through my nose, my patience thinning. "Already there."
His lips twist into a sneer, his voice strained between pants. "You'll... never find... him."
My expression flashes. I grab a fistful of his hair and yank it back, my wand pressing just under his chin as I lean in close. "You underestimate me. Now, I ask again. Where is the next camp?"
He coughs up blood and it drips down his cheek, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "I ain't tellin' you shit."
I click my tongue in faux disappointment. "Such loyalty. I respect it. But surely you're clever enough to realize your situation."
"And what situation is that." He coughs again.
"You're dying. Painfully. But I can end it quick... or I can make sure you feel every second." I tilt my head, "Your choice, but I am not a patient man."
He gives a wet rattle deep in his chest, but he seals his lips.
I rise to my feet, dusting off my trousers like I've finished a tedious chore, "Fine. Die slow then."
"Wait!" His voice cracks. "The—the coast. That's it. That's all I know."
"Doubtful."
He struggles as he tries to sit up more. "I'm telling the truth, I swear it. We're just foot soldiers! They don't tell us anything. I swear it! I swear on... on my mother's grave."
"Mmm, your mother doesn't mean much to me." I give my head a shake, looking down on him.
(Play: The Otherside by Jake Daniels)
His cheeks pale, eyes pleading, "I'm telling you! That's all I know. Please! That's all I know." He was crying now.
"Last chance." I hold up a finger. "Tell me something useful about Rookwood's plans for her and I'll make it quick. Lie to me again and I'll show you why they call me The Butcher of Feldcroft."
His breath hitches. Good. They've heard of me.
"He—he doesn't want Ranrok to have her." He rasps, wetting his lips. "He... he's got his own plans. He wants to keep her. Use her magic for himself. Thinks he can bargain with her." He chokes on his own blood. "He's... got people watching the school."
I went very, very still.
A cold fire burned in my veins.
"Watching how?" I press.
"Disguised as staff. A... a new groundskeeper. And one of the professors—" He gurgles again. "Muggle Studies. Or... or was it Arithmancy?"
"Who." I demand, "Names."
"I don't know! They never—"
"Crucio."
His scream drowns out the sound of the flames devouring the camp.
"I said names!"
Finally he goes slack as I release him, the aftershocks of the spell making him twitch unnaturally. "They've got eyes everywhere. Please..." He sobbed like a baby. "Teachers, students— That's all I know!" He wailed.
I exhale slowly. "Thank you for your cooperation." Then, quick and clean, "Avada Kedavra." The green light paints the wreckage in eerie emerald.
The Ashwinder slumps.
Silence settles over the camp, broken only by the crackle of flames.
I stand there for a long moment staring at his broken body—Hogwarts is compromised.
I step over him and stride toward the command tent's remnants, kicking aside smoldering debris. I release the lock on the trunk rooting through its contents. Inside—stolen trinkets, correspondence, ledgers, orders. A slip catches my eye, my thumb smears blood across the page as I flip it. A rough sketch of Hogwarts' grounds, red X's marking secret entrances along with a list of patrol rotations. My blood turned to ice.
Then I came across exactly what I was looking for—a map.
I mean.... have you ever seen such a good looking group of ppl? They are all dressed up for the ball at Hogwarts ♥️ We have for the boys from left to right: Lucan Brattleby, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, and Sebastian Sallow. And for the ladies that are complete knockouts: Nellie Oggspire, Cressida Blume, Natsai Onai, and Mc Carrow. 💙
I was rereading some of my first chapters after receiving some cute comments and I noticed something that just gave me an idea for a post. It hurt me, and I hope it hurts you 🫶
As usual, Mc is red and Sebastian is green. ♥️💚
From Chapter 6:
"Bash, I can't." I said miserably, letting the nickname slip as we moved to the floo powder station.
I couldn't let him become collateral damage in a pissing match between a rogue goblin and myself. It may be too late for me, but it wasn't for him. He could still go back to Hogwarts and be just a student. Forget all of this ever happened and put me behind him. Just meeting up for duels on Saturdays. That could be the extent we were involved with each other. That should be all we are. For his safety. But I had a feeling he wouldn't let this go without a fight.
My steps faltered before I forced myself forward again.
Bash.
No one called me that, just her. Something just ours. I shoved the thoughts from my head and focused on the argument at hand. I couldn’t let four little letters distract me. This wasn't just about Rookwood... this was about trust. And whether or not she'd ever let herself have any faith in me at all.
From Chapter 75:
"Bash, please." My voice cracked on his nickname, the one only I used for him.
I prayed he'd come back to himself, come back to me. My heart was shattering in my chest, watching him go dark side. "Just put the relic down... take my hand and we can go home." I said miserably, my eyes watering.
Something deep inside of me flinched.
I felt my resolve crack, just a little. That one word from her and it was like everything froze. My eyes tracked her face, the one that was pleading with me, begging me with wide eyes. I hesitated.
Lies, the relic hissed through the blood roaring in my ears. She's trying to control you. Manipulate you.
The relic was feeding on the darkness inside me, it was like it was encouraging me to give in. Give in to its power. It was calling me, promising me everything—the power to be great, stronger than anyone. If I just continued down this path.
I'm so excited to embark on this new journey for these beloved characters and see where it goes!!! Give it a read on Wattpad @gryffindorgirl99 or on Ao3 @Gryffindorgirl1999
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