Seeing with a Heart

A Heart at Loss

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WARNING: Hey, reader. Before you dive into this story, just a heads up that it contains some mature and explicit content. If that's not your cup of tea, I totally get it. But if you're up for a steamy ride, then let's go!

"So, you're saying that we have forgiven Sebastian?" Nick says trying to understand what I have just said.

"Yes, however should he ever deign to touch dark magic he will be cut off without a word." I claim, my head falling even lower than it normally does.

"Well, I am with you. If you think we can all be friends again then I will follow your lead." Nick had closed the small gap that was between us placing his hand on my shoulder in reassurance. "Also I forgot to mention, I got you a start of term present."

Whatever I was feeling was quickly replaced by serendipitous surprise. A gift, I barely remember the last time I received a gift. The last "gift" I was given was a Cruciatus curse, my siblings considered it an "enlightening experience". I tilted my head over to Nick who had begun rummaging before a startling slam on the low refectory table in front of us, the sound echoing above into the Slytherin commons.

"Tada," Nick said with glee.

"Nick..."

"I know I am just messing with you, here let me see your hands." I gave him my hands as he guided them to a small smooth leather bag. A small bag with firm handles and a clasped opening. The surface of the leather felt polished and new. But exactly why this gift was being given to me was not alluded to in the moments feeling the object.

"Well it is a bag, but what is it for?" I asked, trying not to sound ungrateful.

"It's for potions class, it has an extension charm so you can pull all the ingredients you need for potion making. I got all the ingredients you will need this term and small vials for each measurement so that you can operate more independently. Although we will need to do all of the prepwork together to make it complete." Nick said nervously.

"I don't..." I had never been granted the opportunity to be more independent in this way, Nick had made the effort to consider just how difficult Potions were to me. I could feel tears well in my eyes. "I don't know what to say, this is too kind, you really didn't need to spend your galleons on me."

"I know, but I also know that you would benefit greatly from being able to work independently. I'll still help you of course, but this way you will also be one step ahead of everyone else with everything already pre measured."

"Thank you," I choke out as quiet tears roll down my face.

"Of course, anything for my best friend" He pulled me into a short embrace as I collected myself. "So should we start with portioning ingredients for tomorrow?"

"Yes," I said excitedly.

We began measuring and labeling the ingredients into perfectly measured vials. Even so far as to label what it was and how the material had been processed and which potion it belonged to. Categorizing by measurement type such as pinch all the way to the number of drops a vail contained. We finally finished before the midnight bell rang in the common room.

"There you should be set for a successful day tomorrow."

"Thank you again." I said a little too excitedly. In my defense I had never had the opportunity to be as prepared as I was now to make a potion. We finished putting everything away and I grabbed the neatly polished bag into my hands. Nick got up and stretched, yawning.

"Well I think it is time for sleep." Nick said, beginning to walk away. "Sleep well Ominis, i will see you tomorrow for potions."

"You too," I sat there for a moment longer. I ran my hands over the surface of this now invaluable tool in my lap feeling the subtle textures and miniscule blemishes that leather often offered. This is already going to be one of my most prized possessions. A gift from someone who cared enough to consider me worth anything at all. I have treasured every gift I have been given and this one is by far the most meaningful.

I found myself in my dorm room setting my bag on my desk. The night was still late but I had not yet showered and I was beginning to smell. I collected a set of pajamas and made my way to the restroom where I found the vacancy of the entire space a rather welcoming relief. The cool air assaulted my skin as I began to undress making me almost regret considering a shower. I walked over to a vacant shower stall and felt around for the familiar steel faucets, their coolness offering no reprieve from the cold as I turned it. The water sprayed onto the tile floor next to me and like so many times before I was grateful for the heating charm of the showerhead.

I let the sudden heat of the water on my back was a blanket of warmth that was as familiar as it was welcome. All of the hidden tension lying hidden underneath my back lay bare and relieved. The warmth traveling the curves of my spine sending radiant echoes into me. I was distinctly reminded of my growing pleasure between my legs, an aching to be released. I slid a hand down reluctantly and grabbed my member complementing the warm waves with a gentle shiver down my legs as I let out a shuddered breath. I dragged my slender fingers across the length once more and very nearly collapsed to the floor.

The door opened and with a sudden pit of acheless dread I found myself frozen still. The heat now stark instead of warm. I could hear the shuffling of movement beyond the veiled shower curtain and yet I could barely move. I feared even a breath would alert whomever was one the other side of my indecent activities. My member, annoyingly, becomes stiffer still in my hands and though so invasive I can't think of anything else, enters my head. Nick.

Could he be on the other side of the curtain, would stare at me while I touched myself. I could imagine the slew of sentences coming from his mouth chastising me for not having invited him, I could imagine the woody sweet smell of his teakwood rosemary cologne. The touch of his silky warm hands sending ripples of ecstasy down through my body. I had forgotten that there was a person here with me until the person left with the gentle close of the door.

My hands relented at the tension that had developed in my pause and quickend their pace until my shuddered breaths became whimpered moans. A rising climax built itself at the base inside of me forcing my legs to quiver and one last guttural moan I released, my back landing on the cool tiles of the wall. My mind racing at the sudden escalation. When I came to, the release had already begun to wash off of me.

The clarity that came after left me mixed with emotions I could barely label. Some of them were familiar enough; sadness, anger, and oddly enough grief. The fantasy I had of Nick was just that: a fantasy. It was a dream that was born and killed by the truth of reality. A dream of a future that never lived. A dream I would never get to be a part of. I cried, the hot water blending within my tears I could no longer distinguish mine from it. I wept for a life I would never get to live, for a love that would never be mine.