Passionate Professors || Sebastian Sallow

Part 1 | Ch. 33 - Picnic *

After the tense conversation with Willow, I needed to cool off. I wandered the grounds some more, allowing the path to take me up a small hill. A decrepit statue of a dark wizard with a brazier at its feet was perched atop. Seeing these before in my exploration of the Highlands, I instinctively lit the cauldron with 'Incendio' and let the secret passageway take me inside.

"Lumos" the tip of my wand illuminated with a bright light. I expected to see mud walls and earthy floors but it was the opposite. It was as if I entered the house again with dark wood paneled walls and plank floors. I let my wand guide me through the winding corridors. Earthy scents of various plants drew me closer to the opening of an expansive room.

Rows of potting tables with fresh plants lined the room. Gardening tools were spread out on a workbench, a pile of soil spilled on the ground nearby.

"I see you found my potion ingredient workshop." Sebastian emerged from the shadows.

I jumped back in surprise, still on edge from our last encounter when he snapped at me.

"With the investigation going on, ingredients are scarce so I took it upon myself to grow my own." He smiled, plucking a stray leaf off of a dittany plant. "Don't worry, the precious Headmaster knows this is where I'm getting my supply." A sharpness took over his tone at the mention of Garreth.

I eyed him, confused where this attitude was coming from, it brought me back to how he treated me before we both drank the Veritaserum.

"Are you mad at me?" I shifted on my feet.

Sebastian inched closer and closer. I suddenly felt threatened, scared of him.

"I am," he gained more space on me as my back hit a table, the pots clinking. "I don't like other men looking at you like the way Garreth or Issac do."

"How can I control who looks at me?" I could hardly speak as his lips grazed my neck, sucking on my skin. A breath caught itself in my throat. "What are you doing?"

"You ask too many questions." Sebastian growled, pressing himself against me, a hardness between his legs.

"Sebastian..." I breathed, tousling his hair and tugging the strands at the end. I was so confused and unsettled by the harshness of his tone but the way his lips tickled my throat...

He picked me up by my butt, wrapping my legs around him and carrying me to an empty work table. Not wasting anytime with foreplay, he lifted up my sundress, unbuttoning his pants and immediately thrusted inside me. I gasped, throwing my head back as he controlled the tempo, first deliberate and intimate, and then wildly accelerated. He wasn't focused on my pleasure, only his own relief. It was as if he was desperate to feel me, to fuck me instead of our typical love making.

It wasn't long before Sebastian was grunting into my mouth, slowing down his movements once again. His breathing unsteady, his hair a mess. He leaned back and I got a better look at his expression, which was distracted. I somehow felt used, small, and wrong for letting him have his way with me.

Darkness filled his eyes as he looked down at me. We held our gaze for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out what each other was thinking. Sebastian's eyes began to well with tears and he tried to blink them away.

I hopped off the table, engulfing him around the waist with my arms. His heartbeat quickened at my touch. "I'm here," I whispered into his chest, "I'm right here."

Sebastian's shoulders shuddered as he let the pain take over, a dampness forming on my forehead. "It-it hurts so bad sometimes," he said between breaths.

"I know, I know. It's never not going to hurt." I admitted, understanding that the pain from losing my mother and Professor Fig will always be with me, just like how losing Anne and his parents will always be with him. "We will learn to live with it though."