Hogwarts Imagines

Keep It, It's Yours || fluff

Characters are not aged up here, there is nothing 18+
Summary: Sebastian just loves the way green looks on you!
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none this is just fluff
Prompt: "Keep it. it looks better on you."
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You lay on the lawn just near the lake on the Hogwarts grounds, watching the clouds hurry by. Sebastian was dead asleep, his body resting just beside yours. It was a warm day, the last day before summer break began. You would go back home and so would Seb, far away from each other. It was heartbreaking; the two of you had been close since you started in year 5, and now it was the end of year 6. Your teachers despised the two of you, you got in double the trouble. No real feelings had ever been spoken between the two of you, little touches of the hand and knee, words were spoken during late nights and in hidden tunnels.
"Seb," you said lightly, pushing your shoulder up against his. He opened his eyes, turning his head to make eye contact, "I think we should jump in the lake,"
"But it is forbidden," he was mocking one of your teachers, he rolled over onto his side, and you did the same.
"Who told you that?" no teacher had ever said that and unless it was told to him before year 5, you'd never heard it.
"I don't know," he rubbed his eyes with his hand. You smiled, Sebastian always assumed everything at the school was off-limits, that's what it seemed like to him.
You sat up, untying your boots and setting them to the side, evening was approaching. The sun has almost gone behind the outline of the castle. Seb sat up groggily, following your steps. You had already packed your robes into your trunk, your clothes being strictly casual since then. Why not jump in your clothes? It was shower day anyways. Seb stood up, waiting for you, his hand outstretched. His foot tapped impatiently, mocking you as you placed your hair up.
Grabbing his hand you hoisted yourself up, holding tight and running towards the lake. You waded in quickly, pulling Seb behind you. The mud squished between your toes, moss, and lake vines snaking up your body.
"I sure hope the squid doesn't get us," Seb pinched at your legs, and you squealed, kicking at his hands. You splashed each other, the water feeling refreshing over your sunbaked skin. Laughing at little jokes and such. He lifted you throwing you deeper into the lake, swimming with ease out to you. You held onto each other, the sadness of this week's end events.
"Seb," you pulled his eyes from the ducks her was watching, " I hate summer."
"Why on earth would you hate summer?' his eyes carried nothing but confusion.
"I hate not being with you," you felt your heart grow heavy, "it's so boring."
"Floo powder is a thing you know," he had a sarcastic tone, his house fireplace wasn't connected to the network and neither was yours.
"Seb you know what I mean," you rolled your eyes at him.
"Yeah I know," you both trailed off, looking around. Night had fallen fast and it had grown surprisingly cold. Your body shivered, teeth chattering involuntarily. However, you stayed, anytime with Sebastian was worth it's total in gold. The bell rang, meaning it was time for dinner, no matter if you two actually made it, Sebastian had an in with the house elves and they'd do just about anything he asked.
"Let's go back," you said, your voice quivering from the cold. You swam back, every motion sending chills. The outside air wasn't much warmer, the air consuming your body. You shivered, tying your shoes and waiting.
"Here take my sweater," Sebastian offered his knit sweater had been wearing all day. You pulled it over your head, the smell of Seb filling your lungs.
"Why don't you wear green more?" Sebastian was staring at you, his robes hanging over his shoulder like a used bath towel.
You were a Slytherin of course, but you opted for the least amount of green in all your clothing, black fabrics being the majority in your closet. You shrugged, in response beginning the walk back to the castle.
You both skipped dinner,  opting to take showers and sneak out again later for a snack, possibly in the restricted basement of the library, this was a favorite meeting spot for the two of you. You dressed, pulling over Sebastionas sweater again. It was possibly the coziest thing you'd ever put on, the Slytherin rooms were known for being cold, the walls being all stones.
"I got us lamb chops and eclairs," Sebastian sat roughly on the floor, a bag of food falling into your lap. You emptied out the contents, chowing down. The conversation flowed effortlessly, jokes and laughs, even snorts echoed off the cement walls. It was late, even the ghosts were quiet and you no longer had to occasionally hide from them.
"I don't wanna go home," you said, your head resting on Sebastian's shoulder, his on top of yours. You twirled your wand in your hand, watching little sparks fly with just your thoughts.
"Either do I, but we have to," his words were tired and slurred, he was half asleep and you knew it. You stood up, pushing your mess back into the bag, and helping Sebastian stand, you both stood facing each other, tears welling in your eyes. There was no promise you would be able to say goodbye tomorrow. You wiped your eyes on the sleeves, the green fabric soaking the up.
"Oh here's your sweater," you pulled it over your head, wadding it up and stuffing it into Sebastian's hands, he grabbed it tightly, letting his hands graze yours. He pulled you into a tight hug, beginning to sniffle himself.
The next morning was hard, shoving the rest of your belonging into your trunk, and finding places for the trinkets you collected this year. Moving onto your desk you saw a specific green sweater folded neatly, a note pinned to it. You hurried over grabbing the note eagerly.
It read: "Keep it. It looks better on you anyways" singed Seb
You folded the note, slipping it into your journal, holding the sweater to your chest. Seb had already gone home, and this was all you had of him for the summer, other than the letters.
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