y/n has defeated Ranrok and been tasked by Professor Figs passing with the responsibility of guarding ancient magic, and the wizarding world. The task is daunting, and all y/n wants is to honor Professor Fig and do so with the support from her best...
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Sebastian POV
**Spicey Spice Warning**
I instinctively tighten my lips and place my hand carefully over y/n's. She looks up to me with wide eyes and then eyes the door, allowing me to keep my hand over her mouth. The footsteps pause for a moment beside the outside of the door. We both hold our breath. Merlin's beard, I couldn't imagine getting caught like this. I genuinely hope it's Ada, because the last thing I want is to get y/n into detention. Ada we can handle, a Professor... I've not had such luck.
The person lingers for a few seconds, then quickly paces down the hall to where we can't hear them anymore. We both breathe out in relief.
"That was a bit close, eh? Perhaps next time we take some precaution before hopping into a broom closet willy nilly," I joke, enjoying her closeness.
"Sebastian," she murmurs through my hand.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," I reply, quickly removing my hand from her mouth.
She giggles at me, "It's fine. Didn't mind it so much."
She gives me a coy look, tightening her arms around me and massaging the nape of my neck. I gaze into her eyes, seeing desire peek from behind them.
"Is that so?" I tease, keeping my voice low.
"Yes, Sebastian," she replies in a seductive manner.
I reach for my wand and mumble a few spells to keep us from being heard or walked in on. I gently tap my wand against her stomach with a questioning look on my face. She smiles up at me slyly and nods her head. She wants this too. I feel a swell of desire fuel me as I whisper the protective spell onto her stomach. I glance around me quickly and see just how small this room truly is. The fact that we are in public like this, hiding away, is exhilarating. Something in it is not only new, but enticing.
I kiss her passionately while she stands on the tips of her toes to return the kiss. Her fingers comb through my hair and she parts her mouth for me. I swirl my tongue around hers and taste the delightful jam flavour again. I brush my hands up her thigh and pull up her dress, treading my fingers lightly over the lace on her underwear.
She begins to kiss the nape of my neck, nibbling slightly. I start to breathe heavily and slip a hand inside the front of her underwear. I feel the soft bevel of her nerves and move my thumb in circles around it. She gasps into my neck and starts to flick her tongue against my collar. I've to admit, I'm beyond thankful she is as horny as I am. Every weekend I've come to visit this far has been wildly intense, turning any empty bedroom we could find into our own intimate lair.
It's as if we just can't get enough of each other. Once I feel her wetness begin to dribble out, I slide a couple fingers into her entrance, searching. I pull them in and out several times, then she gasps. As I curl my fingers inside her I feel it, the sweet spot. She buries her face into my neck and moans.
