Fire and Ice (A Sebastian Sallow x FemaleMC)

Chapter 8

Playlist - Snowfall by Oneheart

I once read a muggle book that described the story of a young woman, who's life had depended on the responsibility of the lives of the people she cared about. She always felt like she...failed as she watched all those that she loved move on with their lives whilst she stood in the shadows, alone. Eventually, they had all forgotten her and she became a distant memory that no longer mattered. All she ever wanted was to have someone there to catch her when she fell, to grab onto her hand and tell her everything was going to be okay.

I always thought that I was that hero in my storybook, the one with a purpose only to then fade away once I had completed my duties. But for the first time in my life, I wasn't the one springing into danger and I wasn't allowed to fall or dwindle.

I was caught.

He caught me.

Time stood still as I held onto Sebastian's jumper, my fingers grasping at the material as if he was going to fade away at any given moment. But he didn't. Instead, he pulled me close as he flew us down to the swarming crowd that had gathered. The thought of being a damsel in distress always terrified me, I wanted to be independent and never wanted to rely on anyone to pick me up when I fell down. However as Sebastian scooped me up in his arms, my own wrapping around his neck, I couldn't help but to bury my face into his neck and letting myself go.

The yells and whispered faded away as my focus only remained on him, my hold never faltering, as he passed through our friends, our Professors, and carried me to the hospital wing. We didn't converse, we just held onto each other, scared that one of us would disappear. Once the shock in my body had started to fade, the force of where the quaffle had hit me, started to bring about the pain that was so masterfully hidden away.

A wince escaped my lips, which made Sebastian's bronze irises lower to mine, and he quickened his pace as concern appeared on his perfect features. As time started to fasten again, he placed me on the hospital bed in a gentle manner, as if I was a delicate flower. I instantly missed his warmth, my hands lifting up to try and pull him back, but he was already moving towards nurse Blainey, calling her to me in desperation.

In that very moment, something inside me changed and for the first time, in a very long time, I felt at peace. So I allowed myself to close my eyes, to finally rest as I drove into a deep sleep, dreaming of his freckled face.

Two days later

"You should plop your pillow up higher, you will rest better Y/N."

Silence.

"Y/N?"

I tuned round to face Professor Weasley, who was sitting beside me on a small stool.

"Sorry, my mind was elsewhere..." I muttered as I adjusted my posture, resting my back higher against the crisp, white pillow. I was still in hospital, recovering from both the physical damage and the mental, after I almost fell to my death. Nurse Blainey had examined me thoroughly, never letting me out of her sight, a consequence of me trying to escape from her care.

Thankfully I suffered no severe injuries, just bruising and a fractured ribcage, which was healing quickly due to my constant use of wiggenweld potions. Ominis, Natty and Poppy had visited me every chance they had, bringing me flowers and delicious cakes, which I devoured in an instant. Even Gareth Weasley decided to pay me a visit, which bewildered me, when he turned up with a bouquet of roses.

Copious amount of stories and fabrications circled around the school about what happened and specifically who threw the ball. After a serious of investigations and interrogations, Professor Weasley had discovered that Imelda, had charmed the snitch so that it flew at a higher altitude. From the Professor's explanation, it seems like the captain of the quidditch team thought it would be hilarious to give me a hard time on the pitch, which sounded more like payback for the kiss I had shared with Sebastian.