evermore || sebastian sallow

Chapter 34 - Ready For It

Warning: contains explicit adult content

Chapter 34 - Ready For It

In the middle of the night, in my dreams...

It was enough to have him with me.

Sebastian and I walked hand-in-hand down Hogwarts hallways, carefree and smiling, letting everyone know I was his, and he was mine.

He was making me laugh from a dumb joke he told, and some dirty comment he had no remorse in, considering he said it so casually out in public.

"Shut up, Sebastian," I giggled. "We have class next."

"What about it?" He gave me a cocky grin.

I adjusted my Ravenclaw robes, trying to get rid of the ache between my legs.

He noticed my restlessness, and pulled me into an empty classroom, immediately locking the door and pinning me to the wall.

"Allow me to finish what I started," he rumbled low, lips finding my neck.

He kneeled down, fisting my robes and...

I woke up to screaming, my beautiful sleep that was only four hours long getting interrupted.

"What in Merlin is going on, Constance?" I groaned, blinking my sleepy vision away.

I had a good dream! Whatever this commotion was, it better be worth my sleep interruption. Not to mention how much I needed sleep after Marvolo put me through some hell last night.

At least the wiggenweld potions I drank last night got rid of the bruises he left on my neck. Because hell knew how Sebastian would react if he saw them.

I rubbed my eyes and got up from the mattress, swinging my legs to the side. That was when I realized Constance wasn't even here. In fact, no one was here! The scream came out of the girls' lavatory just outside our dorms.

Without putting on my shoes, I scrambled to the bathroom and swung the door open.

"Constance, please, I was trying to get ready!" Zenobia screeched at the sight, her Ravenclaw robes half-done. "I can't handle this, I'm leaving!" She scrambled out of the room.

"What the..." I started, my eyes widening at the sight of Constance putting her head over the toilet bowl, while Samantha held her hair back. "What happened to you?"

Constance heaved and coughed, her skin growing paler. "I, uhm..."